<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429</id><updated>2011-11-22T11:13:59.353-02:00</updated><category term='outono'/><category term='fisioterapia'/><category term='férias'/><category term='MST'/><category term='O velho e bom'/><category term='gelo.'/><category term='PedroPedra'/><category term='longa noite'/><category term='patinetes'/><category term='Insônia'/><category term='como ganhar na mega-sena'/><title type='text'>O espírito sopra onde quer (gênio é uma longa paciência).</title><subtitle type='html'>"...de fato, nosso esforço na busca da verdade deve ter como referência as coisas que permanecem sempre no mesmo estado e que não experimentam nenhuma mudança" - Aristóteles</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>972</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-8342680291984968643</id><published>2011-11-22T11:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T11:04:40.440-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto X, Inferno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em seu caminho Dante percebe várias sepulturas abertas e sem ninguém guardando ao que Virgílio explica ser dos heréticos que quando forem devidamente lotadas, serão fechadas. Os heréticos são:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“As covas aqui vês são pra acolherem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;todos, com Epicuro, os seus sequazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que morta, com seu corpo, a alma inferem.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No entanto, Dante também deseja secretamente encontrar Farinata - se achando esperto mas na realidade é apenas um guri cagado - chefe dos Gibelinos (inimigos de Dante) em Florença durante um longo tempo, ao que Virgílio intui e diz que seu desejo vai ser atendido, mesmo sem ter pedido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ao tentar contestar Virgílio, Dante é interrompido pelo próprio Farinata ao qual Dante se identifica e conversam sobre suas famílias até o surgimento de outra alma que pergunta por seu filho, que deveria vir ao inferno dos heréticos também. Dante reconhece a alma, e explica que veio com Virgílio e não está morto e não responde sobre a morte de seu filho, ao que faz a alma retornar a sua tumba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Volta sua discussão a Farinata, que faz previsões funestas sobre o futuro de Dante e de Florença e explica que os mortos:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Nós vemos, como os que têm frouxa luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;respondeu, as coisas que mais longe estão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tão que ainda em nós a suma lei reluz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas, ao achegarem, cessa essa aptidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e nada, se ninguém não no-la aporta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;conhecemos de vossa condição;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e podes compreender que toda morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nossa mente será desde o momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;em que se feche o futuro a porta”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os mortos podem ver o futuro, mas não sabem nada sobre o presente, por isso Dante estranhou a pergunta da alma sobre seu filho, ao perceber sua falha ao ficar em silencio, ele pede para que Farinata desça até a alma e diga que seu filho ainda vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por fim, Farinata diz a Dante quem encontra-se com ele enquanto ele parte com seu guia. Ao saírem, Virgílio diz para Dante guardar tudo o que foi conversado em sua memória, pois será esclarecido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Quando encontrares a radiosa imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;daquele cujo olhar tudo conhece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dela ouvirás de tua vida a viagem”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-8342680291984968643?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/8342680291984968643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=8342680291984968643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8342680291984968643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8342680291984968643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/11/canto-x-inferno.html' title='Canto X, Inferno.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-2894273630459526773</id><published>2011-11-10T16:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:57:27.139-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sério.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8xpfhcwpDA"&gt;Melhor cena.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-2894273630459526773?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/2894273630459526773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=2894273630459526773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2894273630459526773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2894273630459526773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/11/serio.html' title='Sério.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-577044704869312651</id><published>2011-11-10T11:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:20:52.697-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saindo do ultra-som morfológico, tudo ok, vou noticiar a galera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-212TGbKboXk/TrvPgk63UZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/K6LZKiqcDe8/s1600/6331129729_d011bed625_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-212TGbKboXk/TrvPgk63UZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/K6LZKiqcDe8/s320/6331129729_d011bed625_b.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-577044704869312651?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/577044704869312651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=577044704869312651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/577044704869312651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/577044704869312651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/11/family.html' title='Family.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-212TGbKboXk/TrvPgk63UZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/K6LZKiqcDe8/s72-c/6331129729_d011bed625_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-5878971588186702528</id><published>2011-11-10T11:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:12:29.601-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto IX, Inferno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Canto IX, Inferno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Awake my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For you were made to meet your maker” - Mumford and sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dante fica branco ao ver Virgílio voltar dos demônios sem autorização para passar, se preocupa mais ainda com algo que seu mestre murmura, então pergunta se alguém do limbo já desceu tão fundo no Inferno, na tentativa de se acalmar. Então Virgílio lhe explica que uma vez, Eritone fez reviver um corpo, e Virgílio esteve no círculo de Judas para buscar o espírito no lugar mais escuro e distante do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enquanto Virgílio ainda fala, Dante começa a reparar no alto da torre, onde juntas chegam três Fúrias infernais, “de sangue ungidas, que tinham de femíneo o peito e o festo, e, por Hidras verdíssimas cingidas, traziam, por cabeleira”. Ao ouvir o grito das Fúrias Dante se assusta, e corre para perto de Virgílio, que ordena que ele feche o olho e ainda o protege suas vistas com as próprias mãos, pois caso ele seja transformado em pedra, seu retorno estará cancelado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Neste momento “offline”, Dante explica ao leitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Ó intelectos sadios e judiciosos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;entendei a doutrina disfarçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sob o velame dos versos curiosos!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aqui Dante chama atenção para o fato de que seu poema deve ser interpretado de forma “simbólica” ou “alegórica” não sei. Lógico que ele não esteve realmente no outro mundo, mas até mesmo Platão reconhecia a importância do mito ou da alegoria para o crescimento intelectual, o mito é “expressão de fé e de crença (...) ao chegar a razão aos limites extremos de suas possibilidades, Platão confia à força do mito a tarefa de superar intuitivamente esse limite, elevando o espírito a uma visão ou, pelo menos, a uma tensão transcendente”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No Fédon: “Certamente, não convém a um homem dotado de bom senso sustentar que as coisas se passem exatamente como eu as descrevi; sustentar, entretanto, que algo de semelhante deva acontecer no que diz respeito às almas e às suas moradas, a partir do fato de que se conclui que a alma é imortal, me parece perfeitamente legítimo, sendo interessante correr o risco de acreditar, porquanto o risco é belo! É importante que, com tais crenças, nos encantemos a nós mesmo; é por isso que eu, desde há algum tempo, continuo sustentando o meu mito.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sou nada perto desses cabeça de bagre, mas essa segunda navegação do Platão ajudou muito na minha conversão e aumentou mais ainda a admiração pelo poema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Voltando ao poema, quando as Fúrias investem sobre Dante ocorre um estrondo “pomposo” ao que Virgílio desvenda o olhar de Dante e pede para que ele observe. a chegada de quem “varava o Estige co’ as solas enxutas”, que espanta as Fúrias e mais de mil almas corruptas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Bem vi que um núncio era da Providência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e o Mestre fez, com gesto indicativo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que eu me inclinasse em muda reverência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, como aparecia seu porte altivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;chegou à porta, e a abriu co’ uma varinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem encontrar um ato defensivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;‘Ó enxotados do Céu, gente mesquinha’,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;disse, na ombreira da hórrida cidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;‘donde a arrogância vem, que em vós se aninha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por que investis contra aquela Vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cujos fins nunca podem ser truncados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pra só acrescer vossa penalidade?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois do pito eles podem entrar tranqüilamente na Dite, seguros pela fala do Enviado. Ao entrar Dante repara em algumas tumbas de ferro envoltas em chamas e, de dentro das tumbas, saiam gritos de dor e indaga seu mestre, que responde ser a tumba dos heresiarcas e seu sequazes e, dentro de cada tumba, estão os réus da mesma seita, impossível da mente de Dante imaginar como é lá dentro, constantemente castigado pelo fogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-5878971588186702528?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/5878971588186702528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=5878971588186702528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5878971588186702528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5878971588186702528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/11/canto-ix-inferno.html' title='Canto IX, Inferno.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-3831010057731530775</id><published>2011-11-03T11:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T11:27:42.805-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto VIII, Inferno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;À beira do rio Estige estão nossos heróis, esperando pelo barqueiro Flágias que vem buscar almas danadas e se decepciona ao ouvir de Virgílio que os dois vão apenas utilizar sua barca como meio de transporte, despertando uma “ira contida” no Demônio. Entram na barca, que pesa somente quando Dante sobe e vão em direção ao seu destino. Durante o trajeto uma alma se levanta perguntando quem era a alma que vinha ao inferno antes da hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo desfigurado e sujo Dante reconhece o espírito de um inimigo seu, Filippo Argenti, que tenta pegar Dante e é impedido pelo seu Mestre, que logo explica o motivo do comportamento agressivo da alma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“E para mim voltou-se e me abraçou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;beijou-me o rosto e disse: ‘O desdenhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;alma, bendita foi quem te gerou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aquele, em vida, foi pessoa orgulhosa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nada há de bom em sua memória, e eis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;por que é sua sombra tão furiosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quantos lá em cima julgam-se grã-reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e aqui estarão quais porcos no enxurdeiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de si deixando memórias cruéis”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dante então torce para conseguir ver a alma afundando novamente na lama, ao que é atendido, e logo depois vê o restante das almas investindo contra seu inimigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os viajantes avistam a Dite, cidade infernal habitada por culposa gente e seu fogo eterno que deixa os olhos de Dante vermelhos. Chegam a entrada e são deixados pelo barqueiro. Sobre as portas da cidade encontra-se vários demônios e novamente não querem deixar o vivente entrar no reino dos mortos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Virgílio então pede para falar em pvt com os demônios, ao que é atendido e eles dizem para Dante voltar sozinho, pois eles vão ficar com Virgílio. Nesse momento bate um certo desespero em nosso herói, aquela velha insegurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Pensa, leitor, no meu desanimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ouvindo o som dessas falas soezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e temendo não mais poder voltar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o senhor que até lá me havia levado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;disse: ‘Não temas, porque o nosso passo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ninguém pode impedir: por quem foi dado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas espera-me aqui, e o corpo lasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;conforta, e nutre de esperança certa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que eu não te deixarei neste embaraço’”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando Dante fica sozinho já se refere a Virgílio como “doce pai” - que vai aplanando os obstáculos - e fica se indagando entra o sim e o não em sua mente incerta, novamente não estando pronto para assumir qualquer responsabilidade sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por fim os demônios não deixam os dois passarem, no entanto, Virgílio diz que a arrogância deles não é nova e será novamente punida, por alguém que o Paraíso já deve ter mandado para abrir as portas aos dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-3831010057731530775?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/3831010057731530775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=3831010057731530775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3831010057731530775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3831010057731530775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/11/canto-viii-inferno.html' title='Canto VIII, Inferno.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-2909532923559435047</id><published>2011-10-26T10:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T10:33:49.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto VII, Inferno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O guarda do quarto círculo ameaça também a dupla dinâmica e Virgílio volta a lembrar a Dante que ele deve ater-se a razão e que nada podem fazer contra a decida dos dois. Depois volta ao demônio, calando-o e o derrubando para a passagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esse é o lugar do inferno onde encontramos os avaros e pródigos, dentro de um círculo, onde cada grupo empurra contra o outro grandes pesos com os peitos nus até chocar com o outro, reiniciando o ciclo eternamente e sempre gritando “Por que poupas?” ou “Por que dilapidas?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dante então diz que deveria reconhecer pessoas com essas culpas, ao que Virgílio explica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“É baldado o teu intento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;viver desconhecendo imundos fê-los,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e agora os veda ao reconhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eternos seguirão seus atropelos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;estes ressurgirão da sepultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cerrando o punho, e aqueles sem cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vê, filho, como rápida definha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o bem que co’ a Fortuna se pactua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e pra que a humana gente se engalfinha;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pois todo o ouro que há sob a lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e o que houve já, co’ essas almas cansadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não obteria uma parada sua”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estão todos desfigurados e irreconhecíveis por passarem pelo mundo apenas para brigar por dinheiro. Após, Virgílio explica o que seria a “Fortuna” a pedido de Dante, dizendo que Deus fez a Fortuna para passar as riquezas profanas de pessoas para pessoas e de nações para nações, sem uma regra clara. Mesmo os que deveriam louvá-la a odeiam dependendo da conjuntura, tudo em vão, pois ela não liga pra ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com o cair do dia, eles seguem o seu trajeto, chegando ao rio Estige, uma fonte de banha fervendo com sua a aparência de água suja. Prestando mais atenção, Dante percebe pessoas se remexendo na água, nuas, em “irada mágoa” esmurrando-se uns aos outros com as mãos, cabeças e corpos e os dentes. Cena não é muito bonita, e em baixo da água, segundo Virgílio,ainda estão os vencidos pelo rancor, a ira contida, que apenas soltas as bolhas que os viajantes observam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Interessante notar que a partir deste canto Virgílio aumenta sua ligação com Dante, chamando-o de “filho” duas vezes e ensinando as coisas mesmo sem ser perguntando - típico de pai. Também novamente o guia cobra o chamamento a razão de seu protegido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-2909532923559435047?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/2909532923559435047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=2909532923559435047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2909532923559435047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2909532923559435047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/10/canto-vii-inferno.html' title='Canto VII, Inferno.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-7415380989406485001</id><published>2011-10-20T17:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:32:47.732-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto VI, Inferno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Dante acorda no terceiro círculo do inferno, e antes mesmo de saber quem são os penalizados, ele já percebe qual é o castigo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;“No círculo terceiro estou; maldita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;eterna chuva, gélida e pesada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;em monótono ritmo precipita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Grosso granizo, neve, água inquinada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;pelo ar tenebroso se reserva;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;fede a terra por eles encharcada”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;De pronto encontram com Cérbero - um pitbull bombado - que continuamente esfola, fere e bate nas almas com suas garras. Aqui a coisa começa a ficar “bonita”, depois de um tempo andando que eles percebem estarem pisando nas pessoas, que ficam na lama e quase não são reconhecidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Uma das almas chama Dante e diz que se conhecem, só que Dante não o reconhece devido aos sofrimentos da alma, mas pede para que ele diga quem és, ao que ele responder ser Ciacco (aka de porco), conterrâneo de Dante e culpado de gula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Então Dante, com pesar da alma pela pena que recebe, pergunta-lhe o que ele acha do destino de Florença, que encontra-se em meio a discórdia. Ao que Ciacco responde que sangue irá correr, e uma facção política acabará expulsando a outra com o apoio do Papa Bonifácio VIII. Dante ainda pergunta de outros conterrâneos, se estariam no Céu ou sendo castigado, ao que descobre que:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;“Entre as almas mais negras foram ter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;por vária culpa, às valas abissais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;e os verás se até lá fores descer”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Depois a alma volta a lama e a tempestade, para sua condenação eterna. Aqui percebemos que mesmo no inferno, alguns castigos devem ser mais pesados que outros, pelo jeito que Ciacco se refere as almas inquiridas por Dante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Seguindo, Dante pergunta a Virgílio se na chegada da “adversa potestade” quando esses condenados ressuscitarão e poderão ouvir a voz de Deus, eles continuarão sofrendo sua pena, ou ela será maior ou menos, ao que Virgílio diz:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;“Volta à tua velha conhecença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;na qual se ensina que o ser mais perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;mais sente seja o bem e seja a ofensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Embora todo este povo mal feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;não possa à perfeição nunca ir chegando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;pra lá, mais que pra cá, será seu eito”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Deus é bonzinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-7415380989406485001?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/7415380989406485001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=7415380989406485001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7415380989406485001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7415380989406485001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/10/canto-vi-inferno.html' title='Canto VI, Inferno.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1422502971204206846</id><published>2011-10-18T11:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:43:32.482-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Meu irmão, Vitor e a tecnologia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcCq-rF8EKI/Tp2B29gB20I/AAAAAAAAAFE/hNgAH5IG1J0/s1600/6256980041_34b8928a25_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcCq-rF8EKI/Tp2B29gB20I/AAAAAAAAAFE/hNgAH5IG1J0/s320/6256980041_34b8928a25_b.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele ainda responde sério, em plena segunda feira, que não está bêbado. Também conseguiu o milagre de travar o celular em menos de um dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1422502971204206846?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1422502971204206846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1422502971204206846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1422502971204206846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1422502971204206846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/10/meu-irmao-vitor-e-tecnologia-e-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcCq-rF8EKI/Tp2B29gB20I/AAAAAAAAAFE/hNgAH5IG1J0/s72-c/6256980041_34b8928a25_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-991881609582074141</id><published>2011-10-13T14:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:58:47.618-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto V, Inferno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;“The simple things, there's nothing bigger" - Vanilla Sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Os poetas chegam ao segundo círculo do Inferno, onde encontram o horrendo Minós, que examina as culpas na entrada, julga e despacha para o círculo determinado. Cada um tem o lugar que o mereça no Inferno, é simples assim, and you know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;O demônio não quer deixar Dante passar, por ser vivente, então Virgílio intercede novamente com o mesmo trecho já usado com Caronte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;“Não impeças a sua fatal jornada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;pois lá, onde se pode o que se quer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;isto se quer, e não peças mais nada”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;“Non impedir lo suo fatale andare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;vuolsi cosí colà dove si puote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;ciò che si vuole, e piú non dimandare”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei se tem alguma importância simbólica, mas é utilizado para mostrar que eles estão seguindo a vontade de Deus, não podendo ser impedido. Eles sabem quem realmente manda no barraco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Aqui temos as almas dos luxuriosos que cometeram a “transgressão carnal que desafia a razão” - novamente a importância da razão sendo destacada por seu mestre. Dante observa as almas condenadas castigadas pelo vento enquanto Virgílio nomeia algumas almas importantes em vida, mas que não são nada no Inferno, como: Helena, Aquiles, Paris e Tristão. Enquanto Virgílio fala Dante sente piedade das almas condenadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Ao passar um casal perto dos viajantes, Virgílio diz que, se Dante os chamar, eles se aproximarão para conversar, o que Dante faz e é atendido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;“Ó ser que assim generoso e benigno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;vens visitar, neste negrume imerso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;nós que o mundo tingimos de sanguino;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;se fosse amigo o rei do Universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;a ele rezaríamos por tua paz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;pois que te apieda o nosso mal perverso”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Apenas a mulher, Francesca, fala, e ela explica o que ocorreu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;“Amor, que a amado algum amar perdoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;tornou-me, pelo seu querer, tão forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;que como vês ainda me agrilhoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Amor nos conduziu a uma só morte;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Caína terá quem deliu nosso alento”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Caína é o giro do nono círculo do Inferno, onde estão os traidores dos parentes. Pelo que entendi, é o local onde o marido de Francesca se encontra, depois de ser traído por sua mulher e irmão, acaba matando os dois - cabra macho nordestino com pexera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Dante então pensa em como um simples desejo, um pensamento alegre foi um passo doloroso para todos(os amantes e o marido), e indaga a Francesca, em lágrimas pois sente pelos condenados, quando os amantes descobriram o secreto desejo, e ela diz que foi durante a leitura do amor de Lancelote e o canto termina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;“Enquanto uma dizia seu amargor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;chorava a outra alma e, como quem se esvai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;em morte, eu me esvaí de pena e dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;e caí como corpo morto cai”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Essa parte me lembra a frase do Vanilla Sky. Uma simples escolha pode arruinar tudo, o livre arbítrio é pesado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-991881609582074141?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/991881609582074141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=991881609582074141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/991881609582074141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/991881609582074141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/10/canto-v-inferno.html' title='Canto V, Inferno.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4854538590911395319</id><published>2011-10-05T16:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:47:39.578-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto IV, Inferno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dante acorda sem reconhecer o lugar onde se encontra, já não é mais a margem do Aqueronte, mas sim o Limbo. Dante acredita que Virgílio encontra-se com receio de algo ou medo, no entanto seu guia explica que é apenas piedade das pessoas desamparadas no Limbo -&amp;nbsp; onde não existe prantos, apenas suspiros.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Antes mesmo de Dante perguntar qualquer coisa seu mestre já explica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“não pecaram, mas não têm validez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem batismo, seus méritos, e isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;faz parte dessa fé na qual tu crês;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e os que tenham vivido antes de Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não adoraram Deus devidamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e eu dessa condição também consisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somos por essa causa, essa somente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;perdidos, mas nossa pena é só esta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem esperança ansiar eternamente”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aqui temos a configuração do Limbo, lugar onde as almas anteriores a Jesus e os não batizados permanecem. Não é um lugar “ruim”, mas encontra-se fora do Paraíso, impossibilitando as almas contemplarem Deus. Dante então pergunta se a Fé salvou alguém, e Virgílio conta que, ainda novo no Limbo, viu a “alma do nosso primeiro parente” buscar diversos personagens Bíblicos do Inferno para levar ao Céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda caminhando chegam a uma majestosa morada onde encontram pessoas que se distinguiram em sua vida mortal. São recebidos por Homero, Horácio, Ovídio e Lucano que saúdam Virgílio e acolhem Dante como “sexto entre tanto saber”. Subindo em um posto mais alto, Dante enumera diversos personagens históricos que se encontram no Limbo: Aristóteles (mestre de todo homem de saber), Saladino, Heitor, Platão, Demócrito e dezenas de outros, mostrando-nos apenas um vislumbre da cultura que Dante possuía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Termina o canto indo apenas Dante e Virgílio, chegando onde nada mais reluz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4854538590911395319?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4854538590911395319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4854538590911395319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4854538590911395319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4854538590911395319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/10/canto-iv-inferno.html' title='Canto IV, Inferno.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-580936265302848689</id><published>2011-10-05T16:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:45:46.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgulho da nação.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Essa é &lt;a href="http://www.trt15.jus.br/noticias/noticias/not_20110930_01.html"&gt;boa&lt;/a&gt;. O advogado que defendeu? Meu primo :)&lt;div&gt;Então, quem desejar dormir no serviço tranqüilo, já sabe quem contratar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-580936265302848689?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/580936265302848689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=580936265302848689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/580936265302848689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/580936265302848689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/10/orgulho-da-nacao.html' title='Orgulho da nação.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6143651357879131615</id><published>2011-10-03T17:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T17:54:16.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto III, Inferno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“É a inteligência que vê, é a inteligência que escuta - todo o resto é surdo e cego.” - Epicarmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Um belo canto, aqui começa realmente a entrada dos poetas no inferno e vemos o assombro de Dante perante a famosa inscrição “Deixai toda esperança, ó vós que entrais”. Virgílio adverte Dante para não ter medo e lhe explica que ali é o lugar dos que perderam o bem do intelecto que, segundo Aristóteles é o guia para a escolha da Virtude. Depois de utilizar os argumentos “além da razão” no canto anterior, agora Virgílio demonstra para Dante a importância de ter coerência em suas atitudes - viver de forma ordenada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ao entrar no inferno Dante nós da um vislumbre do sofrimento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“Gritos, suspiros, prantos lá encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;que ecoavam no espaço sem estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;pelo que no começo até chorei”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Aqui estão os que viveram sem infâmia e sem louvor, ou seja, os ignavos, pessoas que não optaram pelo Mal mas também não fizeram o Bem (a Deus despraz e ao inimigo seu):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“Eles não tem esperança da morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;e essa cega sua vida é-lhes tão crassa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;que inveja têm de qualquer outra sorte”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A pena para eles, além de não ter qualquer esperança de misericórdia Divina, é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“Esses, de quem foi sempre a vida ausente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;estavam nus, às picadas expostos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;de uma nuvem de vespas renitente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;que lhes fazia riscar de sangue os rostos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;que, às lágrimas mesclado, a seus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;colhiam molesto vermes ali postos”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Depois chegam ao Aqueronte para a travessia e Caronte tenta negar passagem ao vivente, no entanto Virgílio intercede novamente explicando a Caronte que tudo faz parte do desígnio Divino. Na beira do rio encontra-se uma multidão de almas chegando ao Inferno, blasfemando seus pais, Deus, a humanidade, a hora da geração sua e de seu nascimento mas não adianta, são todos ignorados pela lei de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Na margem do rio Dante desmaia e o canto termina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6143651357879131615?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6143651357879131615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6143651357879131615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6143651357879131615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6143651357879131615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/10/canto-iii-inferno.html' title='Canto III, Inferno.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-8097909538997613904</id><published>2011-09-29T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:27:42.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto II, Inferno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Começa sua jornada com Virgílio e Dante tem dúvidas sobre a possibilidade ou não de empreender viagem tão insólita. A razão é que apenas Enéas pôde realizar tal viagem com seu “corpo sensível”, no entanto, com autorização do “inimigo de todo o mal” e, Dante não se crê digno de igual concessão. Aqui volta a luta espiritual em questão, mesmo sabendo que sua alma encontra-se perdida e com consciência de que existe apenas uma maneira de salvar-lá - seguindo Virgílio, representando a razão humana - Dante ainda é frouxo quanto ao caminho que deve seguir. É a velha dificuldade de fazer o certo mesmo quando se sabe o que é o certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Para apaziguar o medo de Dante, Virgílio, busca ajuda em argumentos que vão além da razão, quais sejam, o amor de Beatriz pela alma de Dante e a Fé de que ela ainda tem salvação. Conta o guia que um anjo o chamou e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;“Ó alma generosa mantuana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;de quem a fama ainda no mundo dura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;e durará quanto a memória humana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;o amigo meu, mas não de sua ventura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;tão na deserta encosta está impedido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;que, de pavor, sua volta já procura;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;e temo que se encontre tão perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;que eu tarde esteja a o socorrer levada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;pelo que dele foi no céu ouvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Vai então, e co’ a tua fala ilustrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;e o que mais salvá-lo for capaz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;ajuda-o pra que eu seja confortada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Eu sou Beatriz, que peço que tu vás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;venho de aonde retornar almejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;amor moveu-me, que falar me faz”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Vemos aqui que Dante tem autorização divina para sua jornada e Virgílio mostra que “3 mulheres” intercederam por ele, a Virgem, Santa Luzia e Beatriz e, sua alma encontra-se em perigo de perdição, sendo necessária a intervenção divina. Depois de toda explicação, Dante se encoraja novamente e decidi seguir Virgílio fielmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Aqui cabe uma observação: praticamente tudo na comédia tem seu propósito, posso não notar várias coisas, mas sempre tento pegar o básico para melhor compreender o poema. Dito isto, cabe ver que Santa Luzia é a padroeira dos oftalmologistas e dos que tem problemas de visão, pode ser que Dante tenha tido algum problema “real” nesse sentido, mas também havia a cegueira espiritual pela qual a Santa intervém na tentativa de salvar sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Neste canto também é interessante a resposta de Beatriz a Virgílio sobre o motivo de ela não temer “descer” ao limbo, ao que ela responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;“Temer deve-se a coisa em que o poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;de nos causar o mal se manifesta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;as outras não, das quais não há temer”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Considero um recado para o Dante: o mal, em si, não pode fazer nada, a partir do momento que a pessoa realiza algo errado é que começa a perdição &amp;nbsp; da alma e o mal começa a ter poder. É uma questão de escolha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-8097909538997613904?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/8097909538997613904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=8097909538997613904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8097909538997613904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8097909538997613904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/09/canto-ii-inferno.html' title='Canto II, Inferno.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-7640642225515367324</id><published>2011-09-28T16:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T16:52:31.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto você bebe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Essa foi a pergunta da médica ontem. Qual a moral que esse povo tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alguns meses me pediram diversos exames sem ninguém me explicar que o de sangue tinha que ser em jejum entre outros detalhes. Pessoal não se liga que eu sempre corri de médico/hospitais/exames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegaram e glicose estava bem alta, "quase diabetes" o termo que utilizam e é difícil entender. Achei estranho, pois mantenho uma rotina mínima de exercícios físicos e não existem casos na família. O principal? Parar com o álcool por alguns meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorte que não segui a recomendação e, em uma bebedeira com dois amigos médicos, eles me perguntaram se eu estava em jejum no dia do exame, pois eu poderia ter algum padrão diferente, etc. Refeito o exame e tudo ok, a vida volta a ter sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-7640642225515367324?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/7640642225515367324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=7640642225515367324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7640642225515367324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7640642225515367324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/09/quanto-voce-bebe.html' title='Quanto você bebe?'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-3429133323553423270</id><published>2011-09-27T18:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:25:34.067-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto I, Inferno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 28.4px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Na metade de sua vida, Dante se encontra na “selva escura” da vida, indo parar ali pelo desvio do reto caminho - citado duas vezes ainda no começo do poema - e usa a palavra “amarga” para descrever sua “tensão espiritual” equiparando tal estado a morte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“De tão amarga, pouco mais lhe é a morte,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas, pra tratar do bem que enfim lá achei,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;direi do mais que me guardava a sorte”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Alega que não sabe como foi parar ali, pois estava em um estado de muito sono, ou seja, algum tipo de relaxamento moral ou incapacidade de compreender o que estava ocorrendo a sua volta, o abandono da razão - utilizando essas metáforas mais de uma vez no poema. Tentando sair com vida da selva (salvar sua alma), Dante encontra uma onça, e sua primeira reação é de medo, no entanto, o medo dele perante a fera se desfaz ao perceber que amanhecia, inspirando a lembrança do amor divino e a necessidade de enfrentar os obstáculos, conforme os versos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Amanhecia, e no céu cristalino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;o sol subia co’ essas mesmas estrelas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que o acompanharam quando o amor divino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;primo moveu todas as coisas belas”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Apesar da coragem, aparecem também um leão e uma loba para espantar Dante novamente, e as três feras - que representam a incontinência, violência e fraude - não o deixam passar para terminar a saída da “selva”&amp;nbsp; e o empurram de volta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;No entanto, desse encontro acaba advindo uma “sorte”, que é o encontro com a alma de Virgílio que vai ajudar Dante em sua jornada, sendo também seu modelo em vida como poeta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“És tu aquele Virgílio, aquela fonte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que expande do dizer tão vasto flume?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;respondi eu com vergonhosa fronte,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ó de todo poeta honor e lume,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;valha-me o longo estudo e o grande amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que me fez procurar o teu volume.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tu és meu mestre, tu és meu autor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;foi só de ti que eu procurei colher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;o belo estilo do meu louvor”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Então Virgílio, para o bem de Dante, quer que ele siga outra via, sendo guiado por ele para conhecer lugares em que as almas rogam por uma segunda morte enquanto outros tem Esperança de entrar entre os beatos. Ou seja, pelo inferno e purgatório e, uma alma digna o levará ao paraíso, já que Virgílio é herege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Neste primeiro canto percebemos o mergulho de Dante em sua consciência, ao perceber que ele não seguia o caminho correto em suas ações e encontrava-se perdido sendo necessário a ‘religação’ de seu espírito com o Divino, para sua salvação. Para melhor entender esse primeiro ponto, apenas alguns comentários iniciais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“O drama da vida humana para Dante, homem-síntese da Idade Média, consiste na franqueza do homem que não sabe resistir à atração que exercem sobre ele os bens terrenos, falsos e caducos, que, amados por si mesmos, afastariam o homem da salvação espiritual, salvação só possível para quem possuir as quatro virtudes cardeais, força justiça, prudência e temperança, em conjunção com as três virtudes teologais, fé, esperança e caridade, únicas que conduzem a Deus”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Em suma, se para nós, homens modernos, tudo consiste em entender quem somos e qual função temos em sentido absoluto no universo em que vivemos, para Dante, o problema central, (...) é ver o lugar limitado que ocupa o homem no universo, criado, circunscrito e dominado completamente por Deus. Em outros termos, o homem sem Deus é para Dante um ser perdido, no sentido de que jamais poderá encontrar em si mesmo, enquanto homem, a razão última e verdadeira da própria vida”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Quanto a escolher Virgílio como guia na sua viagem através do Inferno e do Purgatório, isto se deve ao fato de que este era considerado na época não só um grande poeta, mas aquele que previra a vinda de Cristo que anunciaria uma nova idade para a humanidade, quando esta se libertaria da servidão do pecado. Virgílio, na verdade, para a cultura medieval, não era um cristão, mas se tornara quase um profeta do cristianismo. Por isso Dante o escolheu para seu guia e mestre de poesia, fazendo-o símbolo da razão que pode tornar os homens donos da quatro virtudes cardeais, que por si só bastam para mostrar-lhes o que é justo e certo, mas não bastam para libertá-los do pecado original, do qual somente podem se libertar aqueles que receberem o batismo. Por isso, Virgílio, que não havia recebido o batismo, não pôde ascender ao Paraíso. Assim, Dante se fará guiar no Paraíso por Beatriz, que é o símbolo da teologia. E será ela a levá-lo em todos os céus em contato com as almas bem-aventuradas e o fará ver a alegria que estas gozam por não terem na memória a mácula de qualquer pecado e por conformarem sem reserva sua vontade àquela de Deus. Mas não será ela porém a pôr Dante diretamente em contato com Deus, que mora no Empíreo, mas sim São Bernardo, pois o homem, por mais que se esforce, jamais poderá conhecer Deus servindo-se apenas do instrumento da razão. A razão humana num certo ponto torna-se impotente para prosseguir o trajeto que conduz a Deus, e então só com um salto místico poder-se-á alcança-Lo e acolhê-Lo em todo o seu mistério, mas sempre de um modo limitado”. (Comentários de Carmelo Distante na Edição bilíngüe da editora 34)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-3429133323553423270?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/3429133323553423270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=3429133323553423270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3429133323553423270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3429133323553423270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/09/na-metade-de-sua-vida-dante-se-encontra.html' title='Canto I, Inferno.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-3530421009800422886</id><published>2011-09-22T10:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:47:35.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever tried.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ando a ler a Divina Comédia novamente. Como dizia o Axl naquela november rain de 3 minutos: &amp;nbsp;again, again and again. Isso em grande parte por causa do meu filho, que agora sabemos ser menino e pelo que o livro representa na minha vida. Também tem o fato de que um dia quero entender direito o poema, e poder explicar o motivo do nome Virgílio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sendo assim, a cada canto vou fazer algumas observações, não tenho idéia de onde isso pode parar. A edição da editora 34 sobreviveu muito bem ao passar dos anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sobre o poema, só lendo mesmo e olha lá. Nas obras completas de Dante, em algum canto &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;crítico Ginguené diz:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Este quadro, que tem quase cem versos no original, é tão rico de comparações, de imagens, de harmonia imitativa, que perderia muito em ser sintetizado, ou mesmo traduzido. É cheio de vigor, de inspiração, de novidade. É talvez um daqueles em que se pode mais admirar o talento poético de Dante, essa arte de pintar com palavras, de representar objetos fantásticos, seres ou fatos extra-naturais e de absoluta impossibilidade, com tanta variedade, naturalidade e energia, que parece a quem os lê, os estar vendo, e que, os tendo lido uma vez, crê toda a sua vida tê-los visto!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Isso não se aplica apenas a um canto, mas para praticamente todo o poema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-3530421009800422886?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/3530421009800422886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=3530421009800422886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3530421009800422886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3530421009800422886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/09/ever-tried.html' title='Ever tried.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1469167399466547307</id><published>2011-09-16T09:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:19:05.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/blog/reinaldo/geral/deputados-do-pmdb-reclamam-dos-superpoderes-de-sarney/"&gt;Ess&lt;/a&gt;a chamada me fez rir bastante logo cedo. Pqp, imagina o Sarney com roupa colada, bigodão, combatendo o crime como super herói.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1469167399466547307?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1469167399466547307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1469167399466547307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1469167399466547307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1469167399466547307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/09/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1516148618456397237</id><published>2011-08-31T10:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:27:52.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>‘A Estrada’ da salvação.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Bob Dylan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A Estrada foi o “Livro da década” de Cormac McCarthy, que ficou mais conhecido pelo “Onde os Fracos não têm vez”. Também transformado em filme com o sempre bom Viggo Mortensen (Aragorn de O Senhor dos Anéis). Vi já tem alguns meses e depois da gravidez da patroa acabei lendo o livro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A curiosidade humana indaga durante boa parte do filme e do livro: O que aconteceu? O mundo é cinza, todos os relógios pararam a 1:17*, depois de muitos anos não existem mais calendários e apenas uma vaga noção do tempo; os dias ficam mais frios, nenhum animal sobreviveu, as plantações desapareceram e todas as árvores vão cair. O que aconteceu é apenas um detalhe, independe se foi uma hecatombe nuclear ou um meteoro, depois de um tempo já temos &lt;i&gt;certeza &lt;/i&gt;de que é o fim do mundo e pronto, não existe escapatória. No entanto, prefiro pensar que é algo mais como a segunda vinda, já que o poema do Yeats condiz tão bem com o filme:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning and turning in the widening gyre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The falcon cannot hear the falconer;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ceremony of innocence is drowned;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best lack all conviction, while the worst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are full of passionate intensity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mais um filme sobre o fim do mundo estilo Mad Max? Não. É um filme sobre um Pai e seu filho, o relacionamento entre eles e como ambos encaram o fim da humanidade. O Pai cansado, abandonado pela esposa, desnutrido, sozinho, contemplando o suicídio, tentando educar e mostrar ao filho que são “os caras do bem”, contra todo o restante de “caras do mal”, que capitularam a conduta geral de roubo e canibalismo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não é uma tarefa fácil, especialmente se levarmos em consideração que o filho nasceu depois do fim do mundo e não teve contato com o mundo &lt;i&gt;normal.&lt;/i&gt; Conforme essa passagem do livro:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ele não tinha como construir para o prazer da criança o mundo que tinha perdido sem construir também a perda e achava que talvez o menino soubesse disso melhor do que ele. Tentou se lembrar do sonho, mas não conseguiu. Tudo o que restara era a sensação. Pensou que talvez eles tivessem vindo avisá-lo. De quê? De que ele não podia acender no coração da criança o que eram cinzas no seu próprio”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;É um filme que leva a pensar: E se fosse eu? Carregaria o fardo de levar “O Fogo” e tentar passar para uma criança indefesa? Continuaria tendo Esperança mesmo depois de perder toda a Fé? Disse acima que era um filme sobre o fim da humanidade porque o mundo continua, ainda existem pessoas, mas a humanidade deles foi esgotada. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não é um filme de ação como o Trailer tenta enganar, é uma elegia sobre o fim do mundo, tudo muito triste e melancólico, mas que pode acender no espírito de quem assiste ou lê a sensação de que a humanidade sempre vai ter salvação.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;*aprendei a fazer o bem; buscai a justiça, acabai com a opressão, fazei justiça ao órfão, defendei a causa da viúva. Isaías 1:17.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1516148618456397237?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1516148618456397237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1516148618456397237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1516148618456397237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1516148618456397237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/08/estrada-da-salvacao.html' title='‘A Estrada’ da salvação.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6697876508400245040</id><published>2011-08-19T10:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T10:06:21.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Radical mesmo hoje em dia é dormir sem despertador”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dois motivos de briga em casa: nome de criança(caso seja menino) e necessidade de escolas. Fico preocupado mais com o começo, deixar meus filhos em mãos &lt;a href="http://www.midiamax.com.br/noticias/765780-projeto+sugere+fim+doces+refrigerantes+cantinas+escolas+capital.html"&gt;assim&lt;/a&gt; não me agrada nem um pouco. Escola pra formar um retardado que não sabe o que pode ou não comer?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Escapar das primeiras balas com alguma base em casa acho que é a solução. Alterando uma frase&amp;#160; do Dante: pouco informação e alguma formação.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6697876508400245040?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6697876508400245040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6697876508400245040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6697876508400245040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6697876508400245040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/08/modern-times.html' title='Modern Times.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-8580655655944905215</id><published>2011-08-05T16:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T16:23:39.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alright, Ma (I'm only bleeding)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Com 15 anos praticamente não tinha um objetivo na vida, no máximo cursar engenharia e mudar de País com o Tobias.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Terminei o segundo grau meio perdidão, fui pra biologia, exatas e terminei no direito – que aproveitei imenso não indo às aulas e estudando/lendo em casa. Fiz uma ou duas novas amizades fora o clã e estabeleci um objetivo pós formatura de 4 anos – realizei em menos de 2 e casei.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Apesar de algumas coisas a vida estava bem boa, não sou de reclamar de nada e quem me conhece sabe disso. Agora, para desespero da nação corintiana, a patroa avisa que engravidou e a festa come solta a mais de mês em casa, nos meus pais e no meu sogro – primeiro neto at all, mas é o sexto bisneto e o 3 tataraneto, não é fácil fazer as contas nessas famílias de 150++ pessoas, mas pego aqui o meu núcleo apenas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Caso seja menina, o nome escolhido é Beatriz, pela Divina Comédia e pelo texto do &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/DGR"&gt;Dante&lt;/a&gt; que nunca me sai da cabeça.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meu avô chama Virgílio, mas a patroa não quer nem ouvir falar nesse nome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vestibular para ser padrinho exige: morar no Estado, ser pato e beber bem. As condições perfeitas para o Pedro, que virou Gaúcho e foi eliminado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;15:15 da tarde e tenho algum serviço mas vou-me embora ao Paraíba beber colorado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-8580655655944905215?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/8580655655944905215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=8580655655944905215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8580655655944905215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8580655655944905215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-alright-ma-i-only-bleeding.html' title='It&amp;#39;s alright, Ma (I&amp;#39;m only bleeding)'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-140553409875317847</id><published>2011-07-14T09:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:45:02.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/1-wEBmLht5g/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-wEBmLht5g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-wEBmLht5g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Bowie anda sumido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-140553409875317847?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/140553409875317847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=140553409875317847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/140553409875317847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/140553409875317847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/07/david-bowie-anda-sumido.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-34360790761022521</id><published>2011-06-20T16:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:31:43.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olavo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Em todo o território nacional, só três coisas funcionam: a coleta de impostos, o narcotráfico e o agronegócio.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-34360790761022521?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/34360790761022521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=34360790761022521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/34360790761022521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/34360790761022521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/06/olavo.html' title='Olavo.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-5878994157376926152</id><published>2011-06-02T18:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T18:00:26.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Existem três tipos de pessoas: As que gostam do Mclovin; as que gostam do gordinho; as que gostam do bobo e as que gostam de !Cara, Cadê meu carro!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-5878994157376926152?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/5878994157376926152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=5878994157376926152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5878994157376926152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5878994157376926152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/06/existem-tres-tipos-de-pessoas-as-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-2712899123109477082</id><published>2011-06-02T17:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:54:33.192-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A hora do dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Depois da meia noite, o começo da sexta, são as melhores horas da semana. Ficar vendo qualquer bobeira na TV ou conversando com o amigo que acorda em outro país até ficar com bastante sono e aquela sensação boa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-2712899123109477082?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/2712899123109477082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=2712899123109477082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2712899123109477082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2712899123109477082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/06/hora-do-dia.html' title='A hora do dia.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4220364791548338415</id><published>2011-05-20T11:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:27:43.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you passed through this night?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Deve ser a única “letra” do Explosions in the Sky, é uma fala do “Além da linha vermelha”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gosto do nome do meu avô, o mesmo do poeta que guiou o Dante. Não é bonito, mas tem um significado dobrado para quem já passou pela sua noite. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Em alguns momentos essas músicas me trazem boas lembranças da infância: na fazenda com meu avô, andando a cavalo só os dois ou mais um peão ou dois – nunca mais que isso – ou salgando cochos para o gado no cinqüentinha (já velho nessa época e funcionando até hoje) meu avô dirigindo e eu em cima da roda, salgava o cocho, comia um pouco do sal com o dedo, ele me ensina algo e íamos embora.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ele sempre foi tímido. Eu fui o segundo neto e o primeiro a ir na fazenda com ele, passando as férias inteiras lá “atrapalhando”. Hoje, depois de vários anos e 17 netos com uns 10 tendo o meu m.o ele perdeu um pouco a timidez – mas ainda não gosta de ficar na cidade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tenho essas lembranças porque raramente alguém dizia alguma coisa, eram dias de poucas palavras, principalmente quando estávamos eu e meu avô. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4220364791548338415?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4220364791548338415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4220364791548338415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4220364791548338415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4220364791548338415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/05/have-you-passed-through-this-night.html' title='Have you passed through this night?'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6785913320220367728</id><published>2011-04-14T16:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:26:31.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm living in a silent film.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Can't take my eyes    &lt;br /&gt;from the great salvation     &lt;br /&gt;Of bullshit faith”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ando ouvindo muito essa música. Também escuto bastante Jokerman do &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vt3pMzPjauc"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/a&gt; – mesmo não entendendo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Também gostei bastante de “Crazy Heart” e não somente pelo Dude como muitos acabam “analisando”. Também gostei do “I’m not there” e, apesar da grande diferença entre os filmes, eu acabei achando-os bem parecidos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6785913320220367728?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6785913320220367728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6785913320220367728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6785913320220367728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6785913320220367728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-living-in-silent-film.html' title='I&amp;#39;m living in a silent film.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-944443086237703454</id><published>2011-03-31T16:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:44:44.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sururu mirim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bom, dia 8 de Abril é formatura do meu cunhado em São Paulo. Dizem que a formatura da GV e Whisky na conta do sogro é ok. Mas vou na quinta e volto domingo. Sendo assim(coisa de analfa), se &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/DGR"&gt;DGR&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;a href="http://paial.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pai Al&lt;/a&gt; ou o &lt;a href="http://patognomonico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Enzo&lt;/a&gt; estiverem com vontade de beber umas, só escolher o lugar e avisar aqui.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-944443086237703454?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/944443086237703454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=944443086237703454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/944443086237703454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/944443086237703454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/03/sururu-mirim.html' title='Sururu mirim.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-2273595310291485412</id><published>2011-02-24T10:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:53:48.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cães de Aluguel X Akita.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“É com a mais calorosa simpatia que o poeta pinta a confusão íntima de Telêmaco quando este, educado na simplicidade da nobreza rural, é recebido numa pequena ilha como hóspede de grande senhores e entra pela primeira vez no grande mundo para ele desconhecido. E no interesse que todos, onde que que ele vá, lhe demonstram vê-se bem que nem nas mais difíceis e inesperadas situações os benefícios de seus bons costumes e de sua educação abandonam o jovem inexperiente, e que o nome de seu pai lhe aplana o caminho. Há um ponto em que é preciso insistir, porque é da maior importância para a compreensão da estrutura espiritual do ideal pedagógico da nobreza. Trata-se do significado pedagógico do exemplo”. - Werner Jaeger na Paidéia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não li “A Odisséia”, só “A Ilíada” mesmo e a muito tempo atrás. No entanto a história é famosa, Telêmaco é filho de Ulisses que sai para comprar pão e pega um taxista malandro na volta. Considero o argumento válido, o exemplo é importante e a família (pai no caso) é o que vai importar durante toda sua vida, não uma porcaria de escola e faculdade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;E o que isso tem a ver com dois filmes esquecíveis?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cães de aluguel é o primeiro filme do Tarantino e várias pessoas acham supimpa. Normalmente levo pedradas ao dizer que o Tarantino é supervalorizado e que nenhum filme dele compensa assistir duas vezes – alguns nem uma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O filme tem pontos positivos: discussões superficiais; cenas “fortes”; referencias desconhecidas e é curto. De outro lado, não tem mulheres, o personagem principal se chama “pink” e o filme acontece em um galpão. O único personagem que vale alguma coisa é o policial que perde a orelha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Já o sempre ao seu lado é bobinho, o Billy The Kid do Bob Dylan é o mesmo de sempre e o filme tenta passar uma “mensagem” mesmo não sendo Professor X.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pontos positivos? Mulheres. Não existe espaço para o mal, traição, ciúmes e o vilão do filme é o George do Seinfeld. Nesse mundo estranho, existe apenas fidelidade e amor: entre maridos e esposas, pais e filhos, o cachorro e todos ao redor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pensando em meus futuros – não distantes - filhos, ele pode até ver um “clássico” do Tarantino, mas prefiro lhe mostrar um filme bobinho de cachorro enquanto for responsável por sua educação.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-2273595310291485412?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/2273595310291485412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=2273595310291485412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2273595310291485412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2273595310291485412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/02/caes-de-aluguel-x-akita.html' title='Cães de Aluguel X Akita.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-5263363943705632883</id><published>2011-02-01T00:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:06:28.276-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo perigosamente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Vislumbra-se um futuro nada promissor quando colocar sal na salada é seu “ato radical do dia” - antigamente resolvia-se o nervosismo matando alguém, batendo na mulher e nos filhos, etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Também percebo que não vou longe pela freqüência com que vou a hospitais. Até os 25 anos, uma vez; dos 25 aos 28, uma dezena.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Essa semana, like all janeiro, i´m not here or there, just on the road again. Um amigo de meu pai, com seus cinqüenta anos, dentro do meu carro ouvindo ‘Blue eyes crying’ me disse que seu pai ouvia aquilo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-5263363943705632883?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/5263363943705632883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=5263363943705632883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5263363943705632883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5263363943705632883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/02/vivendo-perigosamente.html' title='Vivendo perigosamente.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1612088607543738600</id><published>2011-01-12T11:09:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:12:04.715-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Idéias para nossa querida presidente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Voltar o crucifixo em seu gabinete, impede o Temer e outras criaturas sobrenaturais;&lt;br /&gt;- Jantar todo dia com o Temer e, esperar ele comer e beber primeiro;&lt;br /&gt;- Trocar seguranças com o Temer em dias alternados;&lt;br /&gt;- Trocar de esposa com o Temer em dias alternados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1612088607543738600?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1612088607543738600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1612088607543738600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1612088607543738600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1612088607543738600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2011/01/ideias-para-nossa-querida-presidente.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-7806473793354728801</id><published>2010-12-20T17:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:00:54.722-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Eu podia estar roubando, podia estar matando, podia estar na praia com uma cerveja na mão.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-7806473793354728801?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/7806473793354728801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=7806473793354728801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7806473793354728801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7806473793354728801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-podia-estar-roubando-podia-estar.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-42108946619567355</id><published>2010-12-20T16:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:05:53.505-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre as palavras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Também gosto de Esperança, e não gosto de Tarantino.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No “Um bom ano” tem a cena em que a menina lê as memorias do “pai” na beira da piscina. São rascunhos, folhas soltas e ela lê uma enquanto outras voam para a água ou se perdem, gosto disso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Achei a Great Books por mil reals, faltando um volume e em bom estado, vontade de comprar para guardar para meus filhos, já que eu não dou conta de ler em inglês mesmo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“The act of understanding is not a function of physical matter”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Humanity is posed midway between the gods and the beasts” – Essa é do Plotino.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“The human mind is a part of the infinite intellect of God”, entenda isso Juvenal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-42108946619567355?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/42108946619567355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=42108946619567355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/42108946619567355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/42108946619567355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/12/podia-estar-matando-podia-estar.html' title='Sobre as palavras.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4158145994663529273</id><published>2010-12-20T10:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:53:05.655-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidelidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Palavra com pouco sentido para muitas pessoas. Devo ter algum retardamento mental para – ainda - achar que um compromisso é algo importante.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Você manda um e-mail sério, com informações sobre um trabalho e recebe um convite do Facebook como resposta, animador.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Também gosto de ver qualquer western antigo com meu pai. Semana passada assistíamos a um de 1971 no telecine cult e ele não percebia que o filme era velho, lento.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4158145994663529273?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4158145994663529273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4158145994663529273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4158145994663529273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4158145994663529273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/12/fidelidade.html' title='Fidelidade.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1302200025554615002</id><published>2010-12-07T12:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:12:10.068-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nada como o espírito natalino para agradar as pessoas, no caso, eu que apenas escuto as conversas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Funcionária: Vamos comprar enfeites de natal para o escritório.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Chefe”: Que enfeite, estamos em 2010, você ainda acredita em Papai Noel e Coelhinho da Páscoa?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Funcionária: Credo. Como você cria seus filhos?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Chefe”: Como todo mundo ué, com puchero e mandioca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Como diz um amigo meu: “owned”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Isso seria um resumo do que é a cultura sul-mato-grossense, junto com a vez que, depois de 800 km, cansado e com pressa, tentava ultrapassar um caminhão velho que andava a 30 km/hora na entrada de uma cidade, o mesmo “chefe” fala: – Fica frio, esse é nascido e criado aqui, vai nessa velocidade até o fim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1302200025554615002?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1302200025554615002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1302200025554615002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1302200025554615002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1302200025554615002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/12/natal.html' title='Natal.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6474558137320738891</id><published>2010-11-05T18:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T18:13:21.534-02:00</updated><title type='text'>This door is always open.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“We're finally drunk enough that”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alguns tem recordes pessoais, listas de momentos ou coisas ou pessoas, não gosto de nada disso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mas sei de quem consegue dormir mais de 20 horas seguidas, eu consegui beber durante esse tempo no feriado passado – uma coisa nada bonita de se ver depois que entra no “modo retardado”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6474558137320738891?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6474558137320738891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6474558137320738891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6474558137320738891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6474558137320738891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-door-is-always-open.html' title='This door is always open.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-5801429642786837698</id><published>2010-10-27T11:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:47:20.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pais e Filhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Outro dia, em uma pizzaria, comemorando formatura de mamãe, ela reclamou de algum colega de classe – com razão, ok – mas eu e meu irmão pensamos a mesma coisa e, meu pai que não estava presente, provavelmente pensaria o mesmo. Apesar de todas as diferenças que a idade pouco amenizou , a laranja não cai longe do pé e tenho um sentimento indescritível sobre isso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-5801429642786837698?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/5801429642786837698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=5801429642786837698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5801429642786837698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5801429642786837698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/10/pais-e-filhos.html' title='Pais e Filhos.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-7213311289069367783</id><published>2010-09-15T12:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:45:03.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>David Bowie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“But the film is a saddening bore   &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wrote it ten times or more    &lt;br /&gt;It's about to be writ again    &lt;br /&gt;As I ask you to focus on”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vi Inception já tem umas duas ou três semanas e, como sempre, depois de vários chopps.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sobre o mesmo tema Vanilla Sky é melhor e mais bonito; Cidade das Sombras tem a Jennifer Connelly. Do mesmo diretor Prestige é melhor e tem o Tesla.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Faltou algumas coisas e o filme é longo. O fim é triste, não existindo possibilidade de redenção e, o pião não cai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-7213311289069367783?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/7213311289069367783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=7213311289069367783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7213311289069367783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7213311289069367783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/09/david-bowie.html' title='David Bowie.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6389394200778961119</id><published>2010-08-20T12:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:22:33.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Four days At The Bottom Of The Ocean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Quarta semana com dores na costela/pulmão sem ao menos saber como machuquei; &lt;em&gt;plus &lt;/em&gt;a grande ajuda médica: “toma antiinflamatório”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sério, estudou 10 anos para pedir “parecer” ao radiologista.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E o que aprendemos nesses dias no estaleiro? Engordar é fácil, dormir tem sua utilidade e fôlego é uma ilusão.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A “campanha” me faz lembrar o motivo de assinar viacabo – que acabo esquecendo no fim de semana, quando vejo TV e não vejo nada bom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6389394200778961119?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6389394200778961119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6389394200778961119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6389394200778961119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6389394200778961119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/08/four-days-at-bottom-of-ocean.html' title='Four days At The Bottom Of The Ocean.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-612051204041135608</id><published>2010-08-04T15:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:29:54.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contra o indivíduo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Interessante como as pessoas ficam desconfortáveis sozinhas, não ter outro para se projetar ou simplesmente ficar falando sem ser ouvido.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gosto de correr e prático com uma certa regularidade a alguns anos, nunca me dei bem com nenhum esporte coletivo - só teamfortress mesmo e, definitivamente, não era um teamplayer. Ultimamente, no entanto, observo que até a corrida vem se transformando em algo coletivo com essas equipes de corridas, eventos e voltas na praça.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Espero que seja apenas uma moda passageira. No entanto, provavelmente o indivíduo vai perder outra vez, e&amp;#160; não terei mais uma pista limpa para apenas pensar em coisas e em silêncio – desnecessário para 99% da humanidade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-612051204041135608?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/612051204041135608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=612051204041135608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/612051204041135608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/612051204041135608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/08/contra-o-individuo.html' title='Contra o indivíduo.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-5812002995784052108</id><published>2010-07-28T10:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:59:31.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual o único barco que nunca afunda?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Descobri que o “Back in Black” foi em homenagem ao falecido vocalista que, literalmente, morreu de tanto beber.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Uma investigação dos fatos provaria que a culpa foi da comida, é o que sempre acontece comigo. Nunca tenho ressaca, dor de garganta e outros efeitos em virtude do álcool, sempre é culpa de um sushi, do churrasco ou do queijo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Semana de formatura de meu irmão(friendship) – praticamente um milagre - o legendary.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-5812002995784052108?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/5812002995784052108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=5812002995784052108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5812002995784052108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5812002995784052108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/07/qual-o-unico-barco-que-nunca-afunda.html' title='Qual o único barco que nunca afunda?'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-9170927645540996421</id><published>2010-07-27T12:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:08:33.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cult.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;O clássico nunca morre. Então novamente em homenagem ao Gabriel sua famosa depois do futebol no sintético:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Um gatorade por favor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A mocinha casada que dava em cima do Pedro: – Qual sabor?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Random.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All night and all day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-9170927645540996421?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/9170927645540996421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=9170927645540996421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/9170927645540996421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/9170927645540996421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/07/cult.html' title='Cult.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6332973210245377130</id><published>2010-07-12T16:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:37:08.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anotar não é malandro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tem uma frase sobre relacionamentos que é: Malandro é o pato, que nasce com o dedo colado para não usar aliança.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E eu, perdido, sempre penso que malandro é o sapo, gato e o cavalo-marinho.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6332973210245377130?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6332973210245377130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6332973210245377130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6332973210245377130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6332973210245377130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/07/anotar-nao-e-malandro.html' title='Anotar não é malandro.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1042837555222723479</id><published>2010-07-07T18:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:59:47.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'>B-trash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Palavra dos dias é velocidade e a inventada falta de tempo. Tempo se cria, agora controlar a velocidade de tudo não é muito fácil.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Outra amiga, não a do post passado, reclamou do “príncipe da pérsia” e eu falei que compensava ver o A Team – B-side, valia pelas risadas. No mundo ideal as pessoas sabem que um é um jogo de 386 e o outro um seriado antigo com o Mr.T, no entanto, no mundo real ninguém sabe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Falei sobre os livros da infância mas, no interior – sem sebos, bibliotecas, livrarias ou pais&amp;#160; com biblioteca – era o “alcançável”, não era ruim. No quesito cinema havia apenas uma sala, que passava a sensação durante dias e dias.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mudei e o tempo passou. Minha antiga cidade tem várias salas de cinemaagora, somente com filmes dublados – consequência das várias faculdades “abertas” penso eu. Na capital sempre teve Cinemark, mas esperar The Road ou o filme da mulher é exercício de esperança.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These are the last words. Copa é um bom acontecimento para marcar o tempo em minha vida, já que tenho a memória aidética. Em 98 assistimos o jogo contra a Holanda na casa do Sartori, nem 16 anos completos e todos bêbados quando, comemorando na rua, um carro passou pelo pé de um amigo, clima tenso, levar para o Hospital ou continuar bebendo? Depois de alguns minutos e muito sangue, hospital.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1042837555222723479?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1042837555222723479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1042837555222723479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1042837555222723479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1042837555222723479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/07/b-trash.html' title='B-trash.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-7860613508850034919</id><published>2010-07-07T16:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:29:07.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Patota da coruja de papelão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Conversando com uma amiga sobre os livros da infância (poucos), percebi o estrago causado. Das cousas mais promissoras tinha a série “reecontro” com a volta do parafuso que não foi – by Dante – uma versão resumida de Dom Quixote (que minha professora de literatura não havia lido) e os favoritos Frank e Cavaleiros.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-7860613508850034919?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/7860613508850034919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=7860613508850034919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7860613508850034919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7860613508850034919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/07/patota-da-coruja-de-papelao.html' title='Patota da coruja de papelão'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1591345470691763760</id><published>2010-07-01T11:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:20:35.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'>R de Pinda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Quando criança assistia toneladas de porcarias, resultado de trabalhos e dias. Isso deixou seqüelas: Gostar de qualquer porcaria e aprender expressões inexistentes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vi comando, depois de vários litros de Chopp, e me diverti tanto quanto um conservador falando sobre Chesterton.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sempre lembrando a expressão pensar fora da caixa, ninguém pensa fora ou dentro da caixa, raramente pensam - it´s bullshit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brasileiro, por exemplo, pensa em caxa mesmo e em resolver os poblema.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Frase boa para mulheres, quando estão roucas/sem voz é aquele: – Viu, ficou assim de tanto fazer boquete.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Só não esperava a resposta de uma, que muito interessou aos demais: – Antes fosse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1591345470691763760?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1591345470691763760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1591345470691763760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1591345470691763760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1591345470691763760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/07/r-de-pinda.html' title='R de Pinda.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6472503758652606228</id><published>2010-06-18T16:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:20:58.067-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta é e sempre foi meu dia favorito. Meros mortais contestaram isso e os filmes de ficção que são “mentirosos demais”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É lógico que sempre existiu a escola, trabalho e até mesmo a faculdade que era a noite ou a pós sábado de manhã - todas tentações para a escolha do sábado em detrimento da sagrada sexta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Dillon só a sexta importa e tudo pode ser bobo como superbad ou Nick Norah e pouca me deixa contente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/TBvGDAytNiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OzvOZy4nqc8/s1600/Image+2010618143932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/TBvGDAytNiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OzvOZy4nqc8/s400/Image+2010618143932.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484194726308296226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois dessa caixa que recebi de manhã, resolvendo uns pepinos na Assembléia, vejo uma exposição sem ninguém de um japonês safado – praticamente um Enzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/TBvGXUYlm5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/CrLxoNNtVjE/s1600/Image+2010618144001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/TBvGXUYlm5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/CrLxoNNtVjE/s400/Image+2010618144001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484195075164838802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos são dele, que também tenta tirar fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/TBvGkoRsLlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p0h8agMLQFA/s1600/Image+2010618144027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/TBvGkoRsLlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p0h8agMLQFA/s400/Image+2010618144027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484195303842917970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito trabalho colocar fotos, até esqueci o restante do texto. Só sei que pelo Windows Live as fotos não chegam, ai fica essa "zona".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6472503758652606228?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6472503758652606228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6472503758652606228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6472503758652606228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6472503758652606228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-night-lights-sexta-e-e-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/TBvGDAytNiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OzvOZy4nqc8/s72-c/Image+2010618143932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6045243468574824790</id><published>2010-06-14T16:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:42:26.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/TBaAoi70yLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pxHRzxgg5ls/s1600/Imagem+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/TBaAoi70yLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pxHRzxgg5ls/s400/Imagem+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482711030431008946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Twin Peaks Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi alguns episódios, coisas e pessoas interessantes, ambientes diversos, uma leve fixação por comidas, detalhes e café - tudo ao meu gosto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6045243468574824790?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6045243468574824790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6045243468574824790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6045243468574824790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6045243468574824790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/06/twin-peaks-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/TBaAoi70yLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pxHRzxgg5ls/s72-c/Imagem+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-5974410578363372697</id><published>2010-06-08T11:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:25:20.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahrenheit 451</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Resumo do último mês: Trabalho, dormir, comer, viajar a trabalho ou não e algumas preocupações.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Recordes: beber 21 latões com um melhor amigo e fazer um trabalho sobre o “super” filme do Michael Moore para mom’s faculdade – sem ter assistido (e bêbado).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-5974410578363372697?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/5974410578363372697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=5974410578363372697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5974410578363372697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5974410578363372697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/06/fahrenheit-451.html' title='Fahrenheit 451'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-5405481332254913777</id><published>2010-05-28T17:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:55:58.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em cascavel pr tem o bar com chopp próprio e o de 15 reals open bar chopp brahma - sorte que não moro aqui.&lt;br /&gt;A prefeitura de corbelia parece uma toca do teletubies - sério.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-5405481332254913777?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/5405481332254913777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=5405481332254913777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5405481332254913777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5405481332254913777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/05/em-cascavel-pr-tem-o-bar-com-chopp.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-8317425169725965312</id><published>2010-05-24T20:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:48:12.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testo a revolucao.&lt;br /&gt;Realmente esperto esse smartphone, com internet quase no fim do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;O teclado nao tem acento, tentando arrumar.&lt;br /&gt;Revolução, pronto. Agora falta o live, porque nunca aprendi a fazer topico por aqui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-8317425169725965312?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/8317425169725965312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=8317425169725965312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8317425169725965312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8317425169725965312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/05/testo-revolucao.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-2750477554483458862</id><published>2010-05-18T16:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:34:59.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manutenção de poste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Profissão de risco e, boa metáfora.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Concordo com o exemplo, tenho um pior para demonstrar o conservadorismo + preguiça: Lista do iPod. O meu, com 5 ou 6 anos, trocou a playlist umas 3 vezes, e olha que são só 512 mb.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-2750477554483458862?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/2750477554483458862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=2750477554483458862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2750477554483458862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2750477554483458862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/05/manutencao-de-poste.html' title='Manutenção de poste.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-3740222128410025009</id><published>2010-05-14T11:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:52:37.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos modernos XVIUSM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A idade é algo terrível, espero não passar dos noventa e cinco.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Um senhor de idade, sério, copiando alguns arquivos no pendrive, eu digo que é bom ter o pendrive pra resolver algumas coisas. Ele responde: É, antigamente usava o revolver.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tem também aquela: Boa essa transportadora “intercooler” eim, tem bastante caminhão.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-3740222128410025009?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/3740222128410025009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=3740222128410025009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3740222128410025009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3740222128410025009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/05/tempos-modernos-xviusm.html' title='Tempos modernos XVIUSM'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-826257561393076713</id><published>2010-05-14T11:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:21:03.854-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't explain yourself cause talk is cheap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Conversa entre alienados:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eu: – Perdeu a propaganda da Dilma!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ela: – Programa da Dilma? Nem to sabendo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ela: – Viu a escalação do Dunga? **&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eu: – Nem to sabendo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Também não vi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;** Único assunto existente.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-826257561393076713?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/826257561393076713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=826257561393076713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/826257561393076713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/826257561393076713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/05/don-explain-yourself-cause-talk-is.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t explain yourself cause talk is cheap'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6647660198400562767</id><published>2010-04-27T11:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:18:04.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Causos perdidas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Demorei mas consegui o upload da foto, com a idade a inteligência apenas diminui.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;História de famoso chefe de posto fiscal, ao parar um carregamento de suínos e pedir a nota foi logo advertindo o motorista: “Isso ai não vai passar não, a nota é de suíno mas você ta carregando é porco”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6647660198400562767?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6647660198400562767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6647660198400562767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6647660198400562767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6647660198400562767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/04/causos-perdidas.html' title='Causos perdidas?'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4780831346569635752</id><published>2010-04-27T11:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:13:43.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E isso prova que até minha Vó era boa no Street Fighter II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We cannot undue these things we've done”. Frase simples de música que muito me agrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra que não me sai da cabeça nos últimos dias, depois de muita bebedeira foi sobre o amor, sobre gostar e realmente se importar com as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, ganhei uma afilhada, não gosto de fotos, mas ela gosta de rir, dormir e ver televisão com a gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/S9bw1Yh9SiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PIq82rj8GBA/s1600/OgAAAGvhetLmg4KoTPRN4KgkZfHok2N_dehebfxtWH04vsZl6F4BhU_MJrAZcVwJPobLKBaobW280vEqo_0G20yB58cAm1T1UGFUjhvo96ExKIhxjOyTGKXob4Od.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464819997769288226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/S9bw1Yh9SiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PIq82rj8GBA/s400/OgAAAGvhetLmg4KoTPRN4KgkZfHok2N_dehebfxtWH04vsZl6F4BhU_MJrAZcVwJPobLKBaobW280vEqo_0G20yB58cAm1T1UGFUjhvo96ExKIhxjOyTGKXob4Od.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4780831346569635752?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4780831346569635752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4780831346569635752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4780831346569635752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4780831346569635752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/04/acharam-o-bison.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/S9bw1Yh9SiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PIq82rj8GBA/s72-c/OgAAAGvhetLmg4KoTPRN4KgkZfHok2N_dehebfxtWH04vsZl6F4BhU_MJrAZcVwJPobLKBaobW280vEqo_0G20yB58cAm1T1UGFUjhvo96ExKIhxjOyTGKXob4Od.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-656230711893420183</id><published>2010-03-30T10:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:44:58.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas old style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dirigir sempre e nunca deixar uma mulher dirigir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dormir menos e beber mais que os outros.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Falar menos que todos na conversa ou no diálogo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Saber a importância da família e a insignificância das cousas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-656230711893420183?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/656230711893420183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=656230711893420183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/656230711893420183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/656230711893420183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/03/texas-old-style.html' title='Texas old style.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-7822142380662875834</id><published>2010-03-19T12:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:19:41.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto é o pograma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ontem estava tranquilamente morrendo na esteira, quando começou o programa da Oprah. Estava no &lt;em&gt;mute&lt;/em&gt;, mas percebi uma predominância de pretos, e as cotas? Falavam sobre uma pesquisa genética para reconhecimento de ancestrais em comum e, descobriram um judeu com parentesco de palestino, o que literalmente “abalou o mundo” do sujeito que concluiu que as diferenças entre os povos eram de idéias e a raça não tinha muita relação. Sério amigão?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Working on a dream do Bruce Springsteen é bom, mas é uma tentativa de imitação, já o Magic lembra um pouco o Born To Run – que é o melhor dele junto com o The River.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-7822142380662875834?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/7822142380662875834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=7822142380662875834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7822142380662875834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7822142380662875834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/03/quanto-e-o-pograma.html' title='Quanto é o pograma?'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-189142324910168334</id><published>2010-03-08T11:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:49:27.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jogando Hon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Filmes longos e chatos que me dizem merecer uma segunda oportunidade e eu, inocente, acreditei: Benjamin Button e “Onde os fracos…”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gosto do General Contents: Chapters 1-50: Angel &lt;em&gt;to &lt;/em&gt;Love e 51-102: Man &lt;em&gt;to &lt;/em&gt;World.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-189142324910168334?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/189142324910168334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=189142324910168334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/189142324910168334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/189142324910168334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-four.html' title='Day Four.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-8091319301290895574</id><published>2010-02-24T16:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:38:42.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This great evil - where's it come from?   &lt;br /&gt;How'd it steal into the world?    &lt;br /&gt;What seed, what root did it grow from?    &lt;br /&gt;Who's doing this?    &lt;br /&gt;Who's killing us, robbing us of life and light, mocking us with the sight of what we mighta known?    &lt;br /&gt;Does our ruin benefit the earth, aid the grass to grow and the sun to shine?    &lt;br /&gt;Is this darkness in you, too?    &lt;br /&gt;Have you passed through this night?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-8091319301290895574?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/8091319301290895574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=8091319301290895574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8091319301290895574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8091319301290895574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-7193148520484998169</id><published>2010-02-23T14:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:24:38.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Interrogando uma velhinha, sobre a localização da ponte velha em cidade do interior, ela parou, pensou e respondeu: – Esse lado aqui é a direita* né, então vira a direita e três quadras.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Balançando o braço direito.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-7193148520484998169?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/7193148520484998169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=7193148520484998169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7193148520484998169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7193148520484998169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-two.html' title='Day Two.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1536065355861206025</id><published>2010-02-04T16:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:19:39.553-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Prefeito de cidade do interior do meu Estado, ao divulgar pesquisa sobre sua “aprovação” não se atentou ao fato de que, somando todos os números, a pesquisa chegava ao montante de 105%, uma maravilha pra Cuba.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O mesmo prefeito, na falta da tesoureira, não sabia escrever “sessenta” no cheque, então deu dois de trinta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1536065355861206025?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1536065355861206025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1536065355861206025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1536065355861206025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1536065355861206025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-982934719875096176</id><published>2010-02-04T15:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:14:01.488-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Me – or Blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Gonna be Legendary&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maravilha esse google chrome, essa opção de “guias” é supimpa. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;É, meu Explorer 4.0 não abria mais nada, principalmente &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/DGR"&gt;Formspring&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-982934719875096176?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/982934719875096176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=982934719875096176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/982934719875096176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/982934719875096176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/02/rescue-me-or-blues.html' title='Rescue Me – or Blues.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-7266946654947422542</id><published>2010-02-04T11:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:14:52.079-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this it. (modern age)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Fim de ano padrão, cansativo e curto. Começo de ano sempre é terrível em termos de trabalho, agora melhora.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Um de meus melhores e mais antigos amigos, praticamente vizinho e dos poucos que bebem de verdade mudou-se para o Sul – mais um com o sonhado “concurso”. Deveres e responsabilidades atrapalhando o álcool do fim de semana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meu irmão me definindo: “Ele acordava cedo pra brincar de lego”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meu irmão com o ombro deslocado: “me leva para o hospital”*. Levei, caiu no banheiro e o ombro voltou ao lugar, fomos embora.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Ambos bêbados, de madrugada, na piscina.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Minha mãe faz o insuperável bauru de forno, ela deixa sempre os melhores pedaços para os filhos e para as noras (nem tanto para elas, mas passa) – isso é amor de verdade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-7266946654947422542?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/7266946654947422542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=7266946654947422542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7266946654947422542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7266946654947422542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-it-modern-age.html' title='Is this it. (modern age)'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-2720160692315364612</id><published>2010-02-04T11:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:02:24.049-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cenas da vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Essa é de alguns anos, na casa da Vó, então estava na cozinha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Contexto: Minha Vó casou aos 15, tem 7 filhos e praticamente nunca fez um roteiro diferente do cozinha de casa – cozinha da fazenda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Festa de fim de ano, boa parte da família “alta” e minha Vó como sempre organizando a cozinha, nisso chega uma amiga e começa a contar sobre um cruzeiro que fez, os filhos que visitou e perguntou se minha vó havia feito algo parecido, recebendo a negativa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Senhora: “Então, estou ganhando de você”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vó: “É que você é viúva né minha filha”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Foi a primeira e provavelmente única vez que vi minha vó ficar vermelha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-2720160692315364612?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/2720160692315364612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=2720160692315364612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2720160692315364612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/2720160692315364612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2010/02/cenas-da-vida.html' title='Cenas da vida.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1573534441379318853</id><published>2009-12-15T10:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:27:58.411-02:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's all over now, Baby Blue</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1573534441379318853?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1573534441379318853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1573534441379318853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1573534441379318853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1573534441379318853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-it-all-over-now-baby-blue.html' title='And it&amp;#39;s all over now, Baby Blue'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-7378100889535673191</id><published>2009-12-03T14:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:59:33.802-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A pobreza mental do nosso mundo é inenarrável.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lógico, existem muitos outros filmes, esses chegaram primeiro. Qualquer dúvida, vide frase do saldozo Paulo Francis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-7378100889535673191?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/7378100889535673191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=7378100889535673191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7378100889535673191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7378100889535673191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/12/pobreza-mental-do-nosso-mundo-e.html' title='A pobreza mental do nosso mundo é inenarrável.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6451482227228488596</id><published>2009-12-03T14:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:57:28.412-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Formação.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1 – Big Trouble In Little China: Filme genial, começando pelo nome que usa o “big” e “little”. cotação: pancadaria.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2 – Labirinto: David Bowie e Jannifer Connelly, precisa de algo mais? O do fauno também desce e é fácil guardar o nome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3 – Clube dos 5: Quem gostava muito vai ter filho emo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4 – Explorers: Mais década&amp;#160; 80, eu tinha 3 anos, então quem não lembra fica perdoado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5 – Dark City &amp;gt; Matrix com J.C denovo e pra terminar Construindo uma Carreira.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Essa é a resposta para pessoas com mais de 25 anos que gostam ou adoram e compram livros sobre vampiros viados.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6451482227228488596?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6451482227228488596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6451482227228488596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6451482227228488596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6451482227228488596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/12/formacao.html' title='Formação.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6560865044026411409</id><published>2009-11-24T14:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:31:57.638-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coelhinho do natal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Antibiótico com cheiro e gosto daquela fumaça que prefeitura do interior jogava nas casas antigamente, com aquele carrinho bem devagar. É TUDO isso que a medicina pode fazer? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O legal de desmaiar é que não dá tempo de fazer muita coisa, no máximo evitar de bater a cabeça em alguma pedra – diferente dos filmes. Também é legal o fato de acordar sem saber direito o que aconteceu, onde você se encontra, etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sobre vacinas, é só ter um breve conhecimento sobre teoria da conspiração.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6560865044026411409?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6560865044026411409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6560865044026411409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6560865044026411409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6560865044026411409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/11/coelhinho-do-natal.html' title='Coelhinho do natal.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6404695271071313348</id><published>2009-11-18T11:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:45:29.302-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Turgueniev</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Raphael diz: Ele já ta casado a uns 3 anos, morando junto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ricardo Aury diz: Nada, morando junto só a uns 2 meses, é que ela manda nele.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Raphael diz: Essa é a definição de casamento: “ela manda nele”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E chegar a conclusão de como vai ser a despedida fica no nível “hard” quando os organizadores são casados - e seguem a definição acima.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6404695271071313348?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6404695271071313348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6404695271071313348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6404695271071313348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6404695271071313348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/11/turgueniev.html' title='Turgueniev'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-8709507510454640050</id><published>2009-11-17T16:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:49:40.675-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É tudo culpa da Universidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.midiamax.com.br/view.php?mat_id=573562"&gt;“Seis servidores da prefeitura de Miranda, cidade distante uns 200 km de Campo Grande”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Até a distância se tornou algo relativo. Escrevendo a matéria e pensando “que mané mapa, fui lá duas vezes, é uns 200km”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-8709507510454640050?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/8709507510454640050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=8709507510454640050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8709507510454640050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8709507510454640050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-tudo-culpa-da-universidade.html' title='É tudo culpa da Universidade.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4815577180094218103</id><published>2009-11-17T16:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:46:35.941-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A Chamada: &lt;a href="http://diversao.terra.com.br/gente/noticias/0,,OI4106816-EI13419,00-Suri+faz+careta+e+se+defende+de+som+alto+de+helicoptero.html"&gt;Suri faz careta e se defende de som alto de helicóptero&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pegaram o Tom Cruise pelo menos?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Onde &lt;a href="http://www.midiamax.com.br/view.php?mat_id=573464"&gt;sobrevivo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4815577180094218103?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4815577180094218103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4815577180094218103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4815577180094218103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4815577180094218103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/11/transformers.html' title='Transformers.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6185000150207992728</id><published>2009-11-17T16:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:42:52.808-02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's different for girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ugly truth (a verdade nua e crua) é um Hitch pior (dá?) e com pessoas mais feias.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Devil_Wears_Prada"&gt;inferno&lt;/a&gt;, Anne Hathaway foi perva, e o Ross estava dando um tempo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Digo isso porque casamento é assistir filmes ruins. Já &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0981227/"&gt;outros&lt;/a&gt;, nada feito.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6185000150207992728?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6185000150207992728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6185000150207992728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6185000150207992728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6185000150207992728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-different-for-girls.html' title='It&amp;#39;s different for girls.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-3912168041024608505</id><published>2009-11-09T12:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:04:43.635-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada é impossível.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mas defender o cliente que é pego embriagado, aceita fazer o bafômetro e bate o recorde Estadual, com a CNH vencida e diz que bateu o carro porque “foi atender o celular” não é fácil.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-3912168041024608505?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/3912168041024608505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=3912168041024608505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3912168041024608505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3912168041024608505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/11/nada-e-impossivel.html' title='Nada é impossível.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4802640702914763799</id><published>2009-11-04T15:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:50:25.979-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Das coisas que não entendo ou: Bons tempos, quando podia-se contar com o lobby do cigarro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Feriado também teve pessoas de culturas ditas civilizadas – onde é proibido fumar. Pessoas &lt;em&gt;inteligentes &lt;/em&gt;dizem que é bom ninguém poder fumar, sucesso de 100% entre outras cousas. Alguns anos de capital e os vermes já comem o cérebro, é isso? só pode ser isso ou esqueceram que tudo que é 100% é ruim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Não fumo, mas até agora não entendi – novidade – como se proíbe a pessoa a não fazer algo que é legal. Não levei a defesa muito longe, conversar com quem acredita que “fgv” é argumento é irracional, só observei algumas falas sobre esterilização de pobres e ação contra lanchonetes que dão brinquedos a crianças.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4802640702914763799?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4802640702914763799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4802640702914763799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4802640702914763799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4802640702914763799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/11/das-coisas-que-nao-entendo.html' title='Das coisas que não entendo ou: Bons tempos, quando podia-se contar com o lobby do cigarro.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1515745113461653781</id><published>2009-11-04T11:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:08:40.946-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desinformação.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Trovão Tropical: Vi dublado, algo engraçado, esperava mais.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Todo mundo quase morto (&lt;em&gt;Shaun&lt;/em&gt; of the Dead): Não vi tantos filmes sobre zumbis, mas o filme compensa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Star Trek ( o novo): Universo não familiar, mas o filme é &lt;em&gt;assistível, &lt;/em&gt;percebe-se uma certa repetição de temas no j.j. abrams – lost, fringe - (universo paralelo etc).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hellboy 2: Alguma influência do álcool, admito, mas o filme é supimpa – atenção especial para a morte. Também não fui alfabetizado nesse universo, procuro me redimir um dia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Entourage: Sempre bom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Friday Night Lights? Descobri a banda “Explosions In The Sky” por eles, que é muito boa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1515745113461653781?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1515745113461653781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1515745113461653781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1515745113461653781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1515745113461653781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/11/desinformacao.html' title='Desinformação.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-503637712875329456</id><published>2009-10-16T15:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:39:04.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin-off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Uma do Dr. Leo Spaceman e outra do Ari Gold.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-503637712875329456?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/503637712875329456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=503637712875329456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/503637712875329456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/503637712875329456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/10/spin-off.html' title='Spin-off.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1619162386108059233</id><published>2009-10-15T15:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:17:10.468-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é a mamãe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Família Dinossauro &amp;gt; Simpsons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1619162386108059233?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1619162386108059233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1619162386108059233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1619162386108059233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1619162386108059233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-e-mamae.html' title='Não é a mamãe.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1216395821566872395</id><published>2009-10-14T15:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:34:12.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabeça de galinha-d'angola.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sem &lt;a href="http://esporte.uol.com.br/futebol/ultimas-noticias/2009/10/14/ult59u202186.jhtm"&gt;vagas&lt;/a&gt; sem dormir, é a simples equação do meu irmão em eventos pelo interior. A falta de hotéis não é de hoje e não é municipal, sendo assim, ofereço meu humilde lar para as mulheres que desejarem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lendo o último post do &lt;a href="http://saudadesderaskolnikov.wordpress.com/"&gt;Esquisito&lt;/a&gt; e, com “um Plus a mais” de Tribunais e demais repartições fecharem, percebo como estou perto de fazer um puxadinho no Maracanã.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1216395821566872395?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1216395821566872395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1216395821566872395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1216395821566872395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1216395821566872395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/10/cabeca-de-galinha-d.html' title='Cabeça de galinha-d&amp;#39;angola.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-3097402225714617182</id><published>2009-10-14T11:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:45:49.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo é como a TV, só que aqui as cores são menos intensas e as pessoas mais feias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gosto da frase, é do Calvin. A reprodução é uma tentativa patética de reclamar os diversos fatores que me impedem de ver o que gostaria. Também leio pouco nesse ano que vai chegando a seu fim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ademais, nesse pé ou nesse passo (reprodução de adevogados analfabetos) tudo melhor. Vez ou outra sou adjetivado como individualista e, mais comumente, autista, para eles:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Na espécie animal, vale sempre o princípio: o indivíduo é inferior ao gênero. Já no gênero humano prevalece à característica, precisamente porque cada indivíduo é criado à imagem de Deus, de que o Indivíduo é mais elevado do que o gênero”. – Kierkegaard&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do mesmo sujeito do nome engraçado:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Aquilo que permanece completamente imutado é a ética cristã, suas exigências de mortificação etc. A respeito disso, parece-me que a ciência natural não fez nenhuma descoberta que implique em qualquer modificação. Mas o que não se quer é precisamente essa imutabilidade da ética, pois quer-se gozar a vida de forma pagã. É com esse fim que se pretende desembaraçar-se do cristianismo, mas ainda com certo medo do cristianismo, quer-se faze-lo hipocritamente... isto é, por razão científica”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-3097402225714617182?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/3097402225714617182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=3097402225714617182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3097402225714617182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3097402225714617182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-mundo-e-como-tv-so-que-aqui-as-cores.html' title='O mundo é como a TV, só que aqui as cores são menos intensas e as pessoas mais feias.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-5832945939520748339</id><published>2009-10-05T11:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:19:03.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a copa e demais cousas esportivas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nada mais a declarar, apenas aquele comentário sobre o saneamento básico.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-5832945939520748339?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/5832945939520748339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=5832945939520748339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5832945939520748339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5832945939520748339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/10/sobre-copa-e-demais-cousas-esportivas.html' title='Sobre a copa e demais cousas esportivas.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4791194620786210735</id><published>2009-10-05T11:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:17:42.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A ordem natural da criatividade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;No radar online: “Moradores de Chicago criaram os site &lt;a href="http://www.chicagoasforrio.com"&gt;Chicagoans for Rio 2016&lt;/a&gt;. É um site de apoio à candidatura do Rio às Olimpíadas, mas antes disso, de desaprovação à candidatura de Chicago. As críticas à candidatura americana são lastreadas, sobretudo, no alto custo financeiro do evento.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Um dos pontos altos da página é um marcador que mostra o défcit orçamentário de Chicago e do Rio. O da cidade americana está em torno de 226 milhões de dólares. O do Rio, o site diz estar zerado, mas coloca um asterisco explicativo: “Se você é de Chicago, o défcit orçamentário do Rio não importa””.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4791194620786210735?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4791194620786210735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4791194620786210735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4791194620786210735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4791194620786210735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/10/ordem-natural-da-criatividade.html' title='A ordem natural da criatividade.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1613281391593060260</id><published>2009-10-05T10:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:40:31.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia chegamos lá – Yes, we can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é verdade que 99,8% da população cubana é alfabetizada?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Antes da revolução, nosso país já ostentava um dos menores índices de analfabetismo da América Latina. Uma das primeiras ações do governo autoritário de Fidel Castro foi ensinar o restante da população a ler e escrever. A questão principal hoje não é a taxa de alfabetização, e sim o que vamos ler depois que aprendemos. A censura controla totalmente o que passa diante de nossos olhos. E isso começa muito cedo. As cartilhas usadas na alfabetização só falam da guerrilha em Sierra Maestra ou do assalto ao quartel de Moncada pelos guerrilheiros barbudos. Meu filho tem 14 anos. Na sala de aula dele há seis fotos de Fidel Castro. Tudo o que se ensina nas escolas é o marxismo, o leninismo, essas coisas. Não se sabe o que acontece no resto do mundo. A primeira vez que vi imagens da queda do Muro de Berlim foi em 1999, dez anos depois de ela ter ocorrido. Foi num videocassete que um amigo trouxe clandestinamente. Para assistir às imagens do homem pisando na Lua, foi necessário esperar vinte anos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A expectativa de vida realmente aumentou?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;É uma estatística oficial, sem comprovação, que não resistiria a um questionamento mínimo feito por uma imprensa livre. Pelo que vejo nas ruas, é difícil acreditar que os cubanos possam sobreviver tantos anos. Os idosos estão em estado deplorável. Há uma avalanche de dados que poderiam ilustrar o que digo, mas estes nunca são divulgados. Jamais fomos informados sobre o número de pessoas que fogem da ilha a cada ano. Ninguém sabe qual é o índice de abortos, talvez o mais alto da América Latina. Os divórcios são inúmeros, motivados pelas carências habitacionais. Como há cinquenta anos quase não se constroem casas, é normal que três gerações de cubanos dividam uma mesma residência, o que acaba com a privacidade de qualquer casal. Também nunca se falou do número de suicídios, um dos mais altos do mundo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://desdecuba.com/generaciony" href="http://desdecuba.com/generaciony"&gt;http://desdecuba.com/generaciony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1613281391593060260?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1613281391593060260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1613281391593060260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1613281391593060260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1613281391593060260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-dia-chegamos-la-yes-we-can.html' title='Um dia chegamos lá – Yes, we can.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6632244915932438425</id><published>2009-10-02T01:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:31:00.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousas da vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jesus fala sobre o que é de César e o que é de Deus, podemos entender literalmente, mas como é a Bíblia, sempre existe alguma profundidade – exceto no &lt;em&gt;revelations&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Penso isso chegando em casa, a alguns minutos atrás, depois de uma reunião indesejável que acabou sendo boa. No dia “útil” me é caro as poucas horas da noite.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Não tenho aquele &lt;em&gt;vibe&lt;/em&gt; em relação a terceiros, não sou o mais pessimista – apenas não aposto nada. Lá estou, com alguns preconceitos que raramente falham revendo pessoas batidas e contando os minutos para voltar a minha sweet home alabama.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A origem do post é fruto disso (e algumas originais). Eu sempre, sempre e sempre me impressiono quando as pessoas me surpreendem, provavelmente mais que tudo, e isso aconteceu hoje. Fico feliz, satisfeito e ganho gás para mais uns 5 ou 10 anos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O &lt;em&gt;caput&lt;/em&gt; não tem muita relação com o post, mas é o que basta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6632244915932438425?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6632244915932438425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6632244915932438425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6632244915932438425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6632244915932438425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/10/cousas-da-vida.html' title='Cousas da vida.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-6844001004712858323</id><published>2009-09-23T11:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:29:09.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I say a little player – Dod.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;According to the pronouncements of our state rulers and their intellectual bodyguards (of whom there are more than ever before), we are better protected and more secure than ever. We are supposedly protected from global warming and cooling, from the extinction of animals and plants, from the abuses of husbands and wives, parents and employers, from poverty, disease, disaster, ignorance, prejudice, racism, sexism, homophobia, and countless other public enemies and dangers. In short, the more the state has increased its expenditures on social security and public safety, the more our private property rights have been eroded, the more our property has been expropriated, confiscated, destroyed, or depreciated, and the more we have been deprived of the very foundation of all protection: economic independence, financial strength, and personal wealth. (THE PRIVATE PRODUCTION OF DEFENSE Hans-Hermann Hoppe).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nessas horas me arrependo de não aprender inglês.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eu de MG contra o estado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-6844001004712858323?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/6844001004712858323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=6844001004712858323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6844001004712858323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/6844001004712858323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-say-little-player-dod.html' title='I say a little player – Dod.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-7143641313383724627</id><published>2009-09-21T16:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:42:38.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serviço de inutilidade pública.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Perdem tempo com Lulalá e Piquetes da vida, mas o blog do &lt;a href="http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/saul/"&gt;Saul Galvão&lt;/a&gt; segue online, mesmo depois de semanas do seu falecimento. Ninguém vai dar um up ali não? Um aviso, um takeover no #Hanson. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-7143641313383724627?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/7143641313383724627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=7143641313383724627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7143641313383724627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/7143641313383724627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/09/servico-de-inutilidade-publica.html' title='Serviço de inutilidade pública.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-8769565300571810506</id><published>2009-09-10T11:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:43:21.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o Sobre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Bando de imbecis que não deixavam os filhos irem para a escola, mas enfiavam-nos em praças de alimentação de shoppings por igual período”. – &lt;a href="http://www.paial.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pai Al&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Também achei engraçado, considerando que em minha cidade tem apenas 1 shopping a probabilidade só aumenta. Pena não ter acontecido algo bem pior, justificando toda a histeria.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lançando a campanha: Blogs que apóiam mandiopã frutuba. (agora também estou no google)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;É a idade, junto com o atrapalhado. Eu tenho preguiça, e fico vários dias sem computador. (não que seja desculpa)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-8769565300571810506?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/8769565300571810506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=8769565300571810506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8769565300571810506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/8769565300571810506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/09/sobre-o-sobre.html' title='Sobre o Sobre.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-5355557379569994284</id><published>2009-09-09T16:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:03:09.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Wolverine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Li a origem do Wolverine e achei ruim, cheguei a comentar aqui.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Semana passada vi o filme, uma versão piorada do gibi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Certo, por que tanta explicação? E o Hugh fazendo feio, tentando aparentar algo que não consegue. Kate e Leopold, apesar da Meg, é melhor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Para compensar também vi “Leaving Las Vegas”, um bêbado que comete suicídio bebendo seu carro – cool. E é legal ver a Elisabeth Shue masoquista, depois de clássicos como De volta para o futuro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-5355557379569994284?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/5355557379569994284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=5355557379569994284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5355557379569994284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5355557379569994284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaving-wolverine.html' title='Leaving Wolverine.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4438780616779792606</id><published>2009-09-03T11:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:28:49.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em algum momento da vida a pessoa realmente &lt;em&gt;adquire &lt;/em&gt;o costume de acordar 5 da manhã? Ainda prefiro dormir nessa hora.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o adesivo "a serviço de Jesus" pergunto, paga o ISS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4438780616779792606?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4438780616779792606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4438780616779792606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4438780616779792606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4438780616779792606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/09/em-algum-momento-da-vida-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4979581941805686608</id><published>2009-09-02T15:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:06:17.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefiro a Tina Fey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“No caso do Bolsa-Família, o número de famílias de 2006 a 2009 ficou estável, na casa dos 11 milhões. O custeio oscilou de R$ 10,5 bilhões, em 2008, para R$ 11,4 bilhões neste ano. Mas para o ano eleitoral de 2010, esse custeio vai atingir R$ 13,1 bilhões e o número de famílias atendidas deve alcançar 12,7 milhões”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;É por causa disso que pago tantos impostos? Quero minha cota, toda e antecipadamente (copyright Dante).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4979581941805686608?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4979581941805686608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4979581941805686608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4979581941805686608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4979581941805686608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/09/prefiro-tina-fey.html' title='Prefiro a Tina Fey.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-3282215839663824117</id><published>2009-09-02T12:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:22:37.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tobão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Conforme professor de literatura e cálculo II, personagem Bíblico que vem to verbo em inglês “To be”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;É das amizades raras, faz você acordar seis da manhã para ver algo no animal planet e conversa sobre bobeiras, mesmo estando fora do país a mais de três anos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Até hoje não entendeu o trocadilho com o “cuzão” e não é de festa estranha com gente esquisita – apesar de tudo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-3282215839663824117?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/3282215839663824117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=3282215839663824117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3282215839663824117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3282215839663824117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/09/tobao.html' title='Tobão.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-176480712851865866</id><published>2009-09-01T15:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:51:55.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manuel da vida adulta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;É bastante simples: – Você sempre vai receber menos que o esperado (pode ficar o crédito, mas isso não adianta &lt;em&gt;muito&lt;/em&gt;);&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Você sempre vai gastar além do calculado;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- A casa ou apartamento, mesmo novo, deve ser pintado;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Contas e impostos são como criaturas do inferno – aka “o mal” – surgem de todos os lugares e a qualquer momento.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pode até parecer reclamação, mas não é. O fato de passar alguns dias sem almoço em uma noite alucinante tem alguma influência, nada demais.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Resultado? Tudo bom, dizem que a pior parte é com a chegada dos filhos, assim espero.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-176480712851865866?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/176480712851865866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=176480712851865866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/176480712851865866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/176480712851865866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/09/manuel-da-vida-adulta.html' title='Manuel da vida adulta.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-3709077222851623121</id><published>2009-08-25T15:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:12:41.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Superioridade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;É a idade superior? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Grampear o próprio dedo no meio de uma reunião significa várias coisas. Sim, burro é uma delas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-3709077222851623121?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/3709077222851623121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=3709077222851623121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3709077222851623121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3709077222851623121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/08/superioridade.html' title='Superioridade.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-3660345917927643406</id><published>2009-08-20T15:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:09:25.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inveja reload.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Receber mensagens assim não anima muito o dia:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;20/8/2009   &lt;br /&gt;14:07:31    &lt;br /&gt;Pedro:    &lt;br /&gt;to vendo o ladrao de diamantes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-3660345917927643406?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/3660345917927643406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=3660345917927643406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3660345917927643406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/3660345917927643406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/08/inveja-reload.html' title='Inveja reload.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4365618059327648021</id><published>2009-08-20T12:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:09:42.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciência de Borda (WTF)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ontem, sem energia para o computador e com preguiça de procurar o dvd com a primeira temporada de “the wire” resolvi ver o que estava a mão: Fringe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Grande merda, o advogado que não gostava do Alan Shore morre no primeiro episódio e a atriz principal nem é tão bonita assim – prefiro a do Dollhouse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Adoro não escrever sobre o que vejo, mas chamar o seriado de mistura entre “arquivo x” e “lost” não pode ser considerado um elogio, tem os diálogos artificiais e burros de lost com os elementos copiados/piorados de x-files. Nada de novo no front, vários clichês que podem até conquistar o “novo nerd” nada além disso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tudo isso relevando o fato de que sou facinho facinho. Vi os 3 primeiros episódios e gostei, provavelmente assistirei mais alguns apesar do padrão.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4365618059327648021?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4365618059327648021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4365618059327648021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4365618059327648021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4365618059327648021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/08/ciencia-de-borda-wtf.html' title='Ciência de Borda (WTF)'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4347748696539720032</id><published>2009-08-14T10:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:04:21.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump off that sofa - Let’s get it get it up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Essa nova gripe é apenas invenção do governo mundial para regulamentar a histeria&amp;#160; causada pela Xuxa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Receitas fáceis da semana: - Colocar em pote, 1 porção de água para uma porção de vinagre branco, deixar salsichas cortadas ao meio dentro por dois dias. Aquelas cebolas pequenas também quebram um galho.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Fazer no liquidificador um molho com azeite, pimenta, cebola, alho, um pouco de vinagre, manjericão e salsa e cheiro verde (sim, não fica nada bonito). Ferver as batatas (daquela pequena, para aperitivo), limpar bem antes de ferver e cortar os “machucados”, deixe de molho por 3 dias.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Ainda não aprendi o alho do mercadão, mas comprei um bom estoque.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- O molho do fondue de alho e o de queijo serve também para o carpaccio e o doritos improvisado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;É isso ou pantoprazol 20 mg.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4347748696539720032?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4347748696539720032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4347748696539720032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4347748696539720032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4347748696539720032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/08/jump-off-that-sofa-lets-get-it-get-it.html' title='Jump off that sofa - Let’s get it get it up.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-5222557658046691055</id><published>2009-08-07T11:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:17:04.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuras mitológicas: O Percebe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Famosas frases: - “Olha só Mijão, tem 4,57 na minha conta, vo coloca mais 3 centavos e sacar 5 reais”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Eeeeee, Sergin, arranja um careto ai pra gente;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tem ali no carro percebem só pegar;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;eeeeee, sergin, tem 3 cigarro, 2 pra mim e 2 pra você.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Eeee sergin, descobri o que é crase, é loico em inglês.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-5222557658046691055?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/5222557658046691055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=5222557658046691055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5222557658046691055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/5222557658046691055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/08/figuras-mitologicas-o-percebe.html' title='Figuras mitológicas: O Percebe.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4563516507464545185</id><published>2009-08-07T10:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:59:15.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Percebe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ainda na minha primeira escola, devia ser terceira ou quarta série eu, um antigo amigo, hoje apenas um parente distante – das pessoas mais inteligentes que conheci – e um colega resolvemos “matar aula”. Procedimento comum entre eu e meu amigo, primeira vez do nosso “colega”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chegado o momento, o virgem queria beber água, na dúvida, jogamos sua mochila pelo muro, pulamos e corremos. Posteriormente descobrimos que ele foi pego pelo inspetor em virtude da mochila na calçada.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Passado muitos anos, meu amigo virou um imprestável, esse nosso “colega” provavelmente não terminou o colegial e eu sou o culpado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4563516507464545185?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4563516507464545185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4563516507464545185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4563516507464545185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4563516507464545185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/08/percebe.html' title='Percebe.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-383051851377962484</id><published>2009-08-07T10:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:38:49.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtindo a vida aloico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;O típico nerd que comenta a morte do John Hughes ou diz que gostava de seus filmes, é exatamente &lt;em&gt;aquele&lt;/em&gt; nerd que nunca matou aula.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-383051851377962484?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/383051851377962484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=383051851377962484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/383051851377962484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/383051851377962484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/08/curtindo-vida-aloico.html' title='Curtindo a vida aloico.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-4173622928841246004</id><published>2009-08-07T08:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:02:57.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It´s Friday (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Semana não foi fácil, mas é sexta e vamos comemorar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-4173622928841246004?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/4173622928841246004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=4173622928841246004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4173622928841246004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/4173622928841246004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-friday-2.html' title='It´s Friday (2)'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827429.post-1113540320671603024</id><published>2009-08-07T08:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:01:16.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It´s Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mais Strokes:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some people think they're always right   &lt;br /&gt;Others are quiet and uptight    &lt;br /&gt;Others they seem so very nice nice nice nice nice oh oh    &lt;br /&gt;Inside they might feel sad and wrong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh no   &lt;br /&gt;29 different attributes    &lt;br /&gt;And only 7 that you like, uh oh    &lt;br /&gt;20 ways to see the world, oh oh    &lt;br /&gt;Or 20 ways to start a fight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827429-1113540320671603024?l=foretells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/feeds/1113540320671603024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827429&amp;postID=1113540320671603024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1113540320671603024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827429/posts/default/1113540320671603024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foretells.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-friday.html' title='It´s Friday.'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451033147107983200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UzYSl9O2JiI/SHy5Q27ALzI/AAAAAAAAABY/mz0A8qaBNDU/S220/DSC00205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
