<?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-494622196215599745</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:12:21.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-5382200522030442464</id><published>2010-03-07T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:27:01.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>APOSTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;PRECIOSA (PRECIOUS - 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RQFEjBvgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UzEILTDxLjI/s1600-h/precious-movie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RQFEjBvgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UzEILTDxLjI/s320/precious-movie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446065897447996930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinopse: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1987, Nova York, bairro do Harlem. Claireece "Preciosa" Jones (Gabourey Sidibe) é uma adolescente de 16 anos que sofre uma série de privações durante sua juventude. Violentada pelo pai (Rodney Jackson) e abusada pela mãe (Mo'Nique), ela cresce irritada e sem qualquer tipo de amor. O fato de ser pobre e gorda também não a ajuda nem um pouco. Além disto, Preciosa tem um filho apelidado de "Mongo", por ser portador de síndrome de Down, que está sob os cuidados da avó. Quando engravida pela segunda vez, Preciosa é suspensa da escola. A sra. Lichtenstein (Nealla Gordon) consegue para ela uma escola alternativa, que possa ajudá-la a melhor lidar com sua vida. Lá Preciosa encontra um meio de fugir de sua existência traumática, se refugiando em sua imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/preciosa/imagens/1262392394_foto.asp/#ficha-tecnica"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/preciosa/imagens/1262392394_foto.asp/#ficha-tecnica&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVs46JF6N5I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVs46JF6N5I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do For Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabrina Starke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;CD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yellow Brick Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="productCode"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It?s that four letter word we all know&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt or shown at one time&lt;br /&gt;Found and lost at some time and&lt;br /&gt;But when you find it, you should keep it&lt;br /&gt;Simply cherish it, just like a best friend&lt;br /&gt;It?s that four letter word&lt;br /&gt;the original peacemaker&lt;br /&gt;That?s universal and strong&lt;br /&gt;And with it you can never go wrong coz now you know&lt;br /&gt;The next time around&lt;br /&gt;Coz when you call upon it, make sure to pass it on&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Do for love&lt;br /&gt;Like you can do nothing else no more&lt;br /&gt;Sing for love&lt;br /&gt;Like your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Stand for love&lt;br /&gt;Like you haven?t stood for anything In life before&lt;br /&gt;In the name of love&lt;br /&gt;Let?s sing this song&lt;br /&gt;Do it all in the name of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fame and all the riches&lt;br /&gt;Will one day fade away&lt;br /&gt;While that everlasting word&lt;br /&gt;Will always stay&lt;br /&gt;Through the ages and the years&lt;br /&gt;Coz when you want it, it appears&lt;br /&gt;Coz it will never fail you&lt;br /&gt;So bear with me, go ahead now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Do for love&lt;br /&gt;Like you can do nothing else no more&lt;br /&gt;Sing for love&lt;br /&gt;Like your favorite song playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Stand for love&lt;br /&gt;Like you haven?t stood for anything in life before&lt;br /&gt;In the name of love let?s sing this song&lt;br /&gt;Do it all in the name of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is what we need more of&lt;br /&gt;In this world today&lt;br /&gt;It is love that will take away&lt;br /&gt;All the ugliness we see&lt;br /&gt;So just let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo ooo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do for love&lt;br /&gt;Like you can do nothing else no more&lt;br /&gt;Sing for love&lt;br /&gt;Like your favorite song playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Stand for love&lt;br /&gt;Like you haven?t stood for anything in life before&lt;br /&gt;In the name of love let?s sing this song&lt;br /&gt;Do it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do for love&lt;br /&gt;Like you can do nothing else no more&lt;br /&gt;Sing for love&lt;br /&gt;Like your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand for love&lt;br /&gt;Like you haven?t stood for anything in life before&lt;br /&gt;In the name of love&lt;br /&gt;Let?s sing this song&lt;br /&gt;Do it all in the name of love&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/sabrina-starke/do-for-love.html"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/sabrina-starke/do-for-love.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-5382200522030442464?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/5382200522030442464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=5382200522030442464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/5382200522030442464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/5382200522030442464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2010/03/aposta.html' title='APOSTA'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RQFEjBvgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UzEILTDxLjI/s72-c/precious-movie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-6571309318381309480</id><published>2010-01-18T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:25:10.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve, salve essa Nega...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S1UWRX65kSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/EuYytLVrcV8/s1600-h/fotos.thiago4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S1UWRX65kSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/EuYytLVrcV8/s320/fotos.thiago4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428269413599645986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Vó Silla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUNqjQSqFKQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUNqjQSqFKQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dona Cila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria Gadu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Maria Gadu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;De todo o amor que eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;Metade foi tu que me deu&lt;br /&gt;Salvando minh`alma da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo e fazendo o meu eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queres partir ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Me olha da onde estiver&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou te mostrar que eu to pronta&lt;br /&gt;Me colha madura do pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salve, salve essa nega&lt;br /&gt;Que axé ela tem&lt;br /&gt;Te carrego no colo e te dou minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida depende só do teu encanto&lt;br /&gt;Cila pode ir tranquila&lt;br /&gt;Teu rebanho tá pronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu olho que brilha e não para&lt;br /&gt;Tuas mãos de fazer tudo e até&lt;br /&gt;A vida que chamo de minha&lt;br /&gt;Neguinha, te encontro na fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mostre um caminho agora&lt;br /&gt;Um jeito de estar sem você&lt;br /&gt;O apego não quer ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Diaxo, ele tem que querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó meu pai do céu, limpe tudo aí&lt;br /&gt;Vai chegar a rainha&lt;br /&gt;Precisando dormir&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela chegar&lt;br /&gt;Tu me faça um favor&lt;br /&gt;Dê um banto a ela, que ela me benze aonde eu for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fardo pesado que levas&lt;br /&gt;Desagua na força que tens&lt;br /&gt;Teu lar é no reino divino&lt;br /&gt;Limpinho cheirando alecrim&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-gadu/dona-cila.html"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-gadu/dona-cila.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-6571309318381309480?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/6571309318381309480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=6571309318381309480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6571309318381309480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6571309318381309480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2010/01/salve-salve-essa-nega.html' title='Salve, salve essa Nega...'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S1UWRX65kSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/EuYytLVrcV8/s72-c/fotos.thiago4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-3287193793442297630</id><published>2010-01-12T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:39:18.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLOUR ME FREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S01KgbfwQyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XKs0R-kcs-c/s1600-h/Joss+Stone+-+Colour+Me+Free+%282009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S01KgbfwQyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XKs0R-kcs-c/s320/Joss+Stone+-+Colour+Me+Free+%282009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426075047048528674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; é o quarto álbum de estúdio da cantora britânica Joss Stone,  lançado em 20 de outubro de 2009 pela TARGET nos E.U.A, e em outras localidades dia 2 de novembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com o intuito de fugir da "Era comercial" que assola a indústria músical, a cantora apresenta um CD com canções, segundo a crítica, nada comerciais, mas de muita qualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A própria capa faz referência a essa situação do mercado fonográfico, em que Joss aparece em uma prisão (a "comercialização"), fragmentada e descolorida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aquém disso, é um álbum que merece ser ouvido por todos aqueles amantes de um bom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;R&amp;amp;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Abaixo, confira o primeiro single do CD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Colour Me Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/npT3_7BAscM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/npT3_7BAscM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain’t i got you on my back foot&lt;br /&gt;And you know I got to feeling good&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's something deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I got to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you find it hard to follow me&lt;br /&gt;If I loose you in my creative stream&lt;br /&gt;Than you only got to raise your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see me fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that I won't&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that my masterplan&lt;br /&gt;Ain't coming through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't tell me that I won't&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me how to think&lt;br /&gt;I fell&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause I know what's real&lt;br /&gt;What I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something that you don''t see every day&lt;br /&gt;A little girl who has found her way&lt;br /&gt;In world that tries to take away&lt;br /&gt;All of your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think there's one thing i will say to you&lt;br /&gt;That there is nothing that you can't do&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all about your attitude&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me that I won't&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that my masterplan&lt;br /&gt;Ain't coming through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't tell me that I won't&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me how to think&lt;br /&gt;I fell&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause I know what’s real&lt;br /&gt;What I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when we're singing it out our voice&lt;br /&gt;We can make that choice to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when we're singing it out our voice&lt;br /&gt;We can make that choice to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music hey I love it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yes I do&lt;br /&gt;Music now now now what&lt;br /&gt;I love it yes i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that I won't&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me that my masterplan&lt;br /&gt;Ain't coming through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't tell me that I won't&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me how to think&lt;br /&gt;I fell&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause I know what's real&lt;br /&gt;What I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Free me, free me, free me, free me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/joss-stone/1437868/"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/joss-stone/1437868/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/494622196215599745-3287193793442297630?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/3287193793442297630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=3287193793442297630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3287193793442297630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3287193793442297630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2010/01/colour-me-free.html' title='COLOUR ME FREE'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S01KgbfwQyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XKs0R-kcs-c/s72-c/Joss+Stone+-+Colour+Me+Free+%282009%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-717446082320185179</id><published>2009-11-26T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:10:25.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YOUR LIFE, OUR MOVIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7ª Bienal do Mercosul: Grita e Escuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sw9P-m35-sI/AAAAAAAAATo/i4f782q_9G8/s1600/Your_life_our_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sw9P-m35-sI/AAAAAAAAATo/i4f782q_9G8/s320/Your_life_our_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408629614500772546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourlifeourmovie.org/net/"&gt;http://www.yourlifeourmovie.org/net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your life, Our movie&lt;/span&gt; é uma obra em webart que utiliza a base de dados do Flickr para realizar um filme interativo em tempo real. O filme é editado pelos participantes através da busca de palavras-chave na base de dados do site. Os responsáveis pelo projeto são o artista uruguaio Fernando Velásquez, que vive e trabalha em São Paulo, Bruno Favaretto e Francisco Lapetina. A ideia do trabalho é propor um jogo de palavras que alude à idéia de que todos os interatores fazem parte do resultado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WuQiBrBD2JE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WuQiBrBD2JE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use Somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérpretes:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kings Of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only By the Night&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been roaming around&lt;br /&gt;Always looking down and all I see&lt;br /&gt;Painted faces,  build the places I can't reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, and all you know, and how you speak&lt;br /&gt;Countless lovers under cover of the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gonna make you notice&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gonna make you notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me, somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been roaming around,&lt;br /&gt;Always looking down at all I see&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/kings-of-leon/use-somebody.html"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/kings-of-leon/use-somebody.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-717446082320185179?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/717446082320185179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=717446082320185179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/717446082320185179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/717446082320185179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/11/passos.html' title='PASSOS'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sw9P-m35-sI/AAAAAAAAATo/i4f782q_9G8/s72-c/Your_life_our_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-6787150257264498785</id><published>2009-10-25T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:41:24.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPECIAL BOB FOSSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CABARET (1972)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SuUmYUzRp7I/AAAAAAAAATA/YqMc3yxTbl0/s1600-h/Cabaret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SuUmYUzRp7I/AAAAAAAAATA/YqMc3yxTbl0/s320/Cabaret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396761927815899058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berlim no início da década de 30. O nazismo fazia sua ascensão meteórica, mas a grande maioria das pessoas ainda não tinha noção do terrível poder que aquela força política se transformaria. Sally Bowles (Liza Minnelli), uma jovem americana que canta em um cabaré e sonha em ser tornar uma estrela, se apaixona por Brian Roberts (Michael York), que é bissexual. Ambos se envolvem com Maximillian von Heune (Helmut Griem), um rico e nobre alemão. Quando Sally fica grávida, Brian diz que quer casar e declara não se importar de quem seja o filho. Mas o futuro lhes reserva outro destino&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/cabaret/"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/cabaret/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/cabaret/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CX-24Zm0bjk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CX-24Zm0bjk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cena: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mein Herr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Intérprete:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Liza Minnalli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You have to understand the way I am, mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; A tiger is a tiger, not a lamb, mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You'll never turn the vinegar to jam, mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So I do, what I do. When I'm through, then I'm through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I'm through, toodle oo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Bye bye mein lieber herr, farewell mein lieber herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It was a fine affair, but now it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And though I used to care, I need the open air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You're better off without me mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Don't dab your eye, mein herr, or wonder why mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I've always said that I was a rover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You mustn't knit your brow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You should have known by now, You'd every cause to doubt me mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The continent of Europe is so wide, mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Not only up and down, but side to side, mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I couldn't ever cross it if I tried, mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But I do what I can, inch by inch, step by step, mile by mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Man by man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Bye bye mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Bye bye mein lieber herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Auf wiedersen, mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Es war sehr gut, mein herr, und vor bei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Du kennst mich wohl, mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ach, lebe wohl, mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Du sollst mich nie mehr sehen mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Bye bye mein lieber herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Farewell mein lieber herr.It was a fine affair, but now it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And though I used to care, I need the open air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You're better off without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You'll get on without me, mein herr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/liza-minnelli/mein-herr"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/liza-minnelli/mein-herr&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-6787150257264498785?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/6787150257264498785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=6787150257264498785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6787150257264498785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6787150257264498785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/10/especial-bob-fosse_25.html' title='ESPECIAL BOB FOSSE'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SuUmYUzRp7I/AAAAAAAAATA/YqMc3yxTbl0/s72-c/Cabaret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-1026140089146470944</id><published>2009-10-08T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:29:55.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPECIAL BOB FOSSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWEET CHARITY (1969)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Ss7WGp9BGZI/AAAAAAAAASw/VBj6wLsKp8Y/s1600-h/sweet_charity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Ss7WGp9BGZI/AAAAAAAAASw/VBj6wLsKp8Y/s320/sweet_charity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390481213838399890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charity Hope Valentine sabe que não é vista com bom olhos, pois trabalha em um dancing, mas isto nunca a impediu de ser uma incurável otimista. Charity nunca deixou de procurar o verdadeiro amoR. Envolve-se com Charlie, um vigarista que roubou sua bolsa e a empurrou na lagoa do Central Park. Por um total acaso conhece Vittorio Vidal, um egocêntrico astro do cinema que brigara com Ursula, sua namorada, e queria alguém para lhe fazer companhia. No início ele trata Charity com toda a cortesia e ela, por sua vez, fica deslumbrada com o estilo de vida de Vittorio. Porém Ursula vai até a casa de Vidal para se reconciliar, forçando Charity a passar a noite escondida em um armário. Desesperada para deixar o salão de danças, Charity vai até uma agência de empregos, onde um burocrático entrevistador a informa que ela não tem nenhuma qualificação. Ao ir embora Charity pega o elevador, onde está Oscar Lindquist, que é muito tímido e claustrofóbico. Quando saem do elevador começam a conversar e logo ela começa a sair com Oscar, que se mostra muito respeitoso. Mais do que nunca ela sente que ele pode ser o homem da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinemenu.com.br/filmes/charity-meu-amor-1969"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.cinemenu.com.br/filmes/charity-meu-amor-1969&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/llNcOIZ5PQQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/llNcOIZ5PQQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cena: Rich Men's Frug&lt;/span&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/494622196215599745-1026140089146470944?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/1026140089146470944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=1026140089146470944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1026140089146470944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1026140089146470944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/10/especial-bob-fosse.html' title='ESPECIAL BOB FOSSE'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Ss7WGp9BGZI/AAAAAAAAASw/VBj6wLsKp8Y/s72-c/sweet_charity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-503830522183016341</id><published>2009-09-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:08:37.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAFONICES NOSSAS DE TODO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OS FANTASMAS SE DIVERTEM&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Beetlejuice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- 1988)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SrhYUbCHvjI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZcAWiicZhGk/s1600-h/beetlejuice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SrhYUbCHvjI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZcAWiicZhGk/s320/beetlejuice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384150462398709298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Após morrerem quando o carro deles cai em um rio, Barbara Maitland (Geena Davis) e Adam Maitland (Alec Baldwin) se vêem como fantasmas que não podem sair da sua casa de campo na Nova Inglaterra, pois antes que possam ganhar suas asas têm que ocupar a casa como fantasmas pelos próximos cinqüenta anos. A paz é rompida quando Charles (Jeffrey Jones) e Delia Deitz (Catherine O'Hara), um casal de novos-ricos, compra a casa. Mas os Maitland são inofensivos como fantasmas e os esforços para espantar os compradores acaba em fracasso. E se o casal não fica apavavorado, Lydia Deitz (Winona Ryder), a excêntrica e dark filha deles, pode ver e falar com Barbara e Adam, que contratam os serviços de um Beetlejuice (Michael Keaton), um "bio-exorcista", para apavorar os moradores, apesar de sentirem simpatia por Lydia. Mas logo a situação foge do controle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_13342_Os.Fantasmas.Se.Divertem-%28Beetlejuice%29.html"&gt;http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_13342_Os.Fantasmas.Se.Divertem-(Beetlejuice).html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NR1DZM0NPBY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NR1DZM0NPBY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filme: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirty Dancing (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Intérpretes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patrick Swayze &amp;amp; Jennifer Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/494622196215599745-503830522183016341?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/503830522183016341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=503830522183016341' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/503830522183016341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/503830522183016341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-fantasmas-se-divertem-beetlejuice.html' title='CAFONICES NOSSAS DE TODO DIA'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SrhYUbCHvjI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZcAWiicZhGk/s72-c/beetlejuice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-8467747463801813975</id><published>2009-09-01T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:07:41.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;15° SANTA MARIA EM DANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sp3vIi5wuVI/AAAAAAAAASg/U9mO0gO2Rtc/s1600-h/SMD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sp3vIi5wuVI/AAAAAAAAASg/U9mO0gO2Rtc/s320/SMD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376716460237306194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/494622196215599745-8467747463801813975?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/8467747463801813975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=8467747463801813975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/8467747463801813975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/8467747463801813975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/09/15-santa-maria-em-danca.html' title=''/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sp3vIi5wuVI/AAAAAAAAASg/U9mO0gO2Rtc/s72-c/SMD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-1835881083105579549</id><published>2009-08-09T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:46:29.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDE, MULHER GRANDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIVÃ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Divã - 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sn_Avfgq5gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/95-CwAPUZgE/s1600-h/diva_thumb5b35d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sn_Avfgq5gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/95-CwAPUZgE/s320/diva_thumb5b35d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368221202993833474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mercedes (Lília Cabral) é uma mulher casada e com dois filhos que, aos 40 anos, tem a vida estabilizada. Um dia ela resolve, por curiosidade, procurar um analista. Aos poucos ela descobre facetas que desconhecia, tendo que contar com o marido Gustavo (José Mayer) e a amiga Mônica (Alexandra Richter) para ajudá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/diva/diva.asp%29"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/diva/diva.asp)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZNv6S_6pYE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZNv6S_6pYE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ana Cañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor e caos (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Olha, ela fala, ela canta, ela grita, ela zanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ela tem aquela transa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Que eu não digo com quem é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ela tem o rebolado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Tem o corpo tatuado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; De uma figa da Guiné&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ela tem uma coleção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; De animais bem perigosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; De animais muito orgulhosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Lá da Arca de Noé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ela tem uma pantera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Que ela arrasta na coleira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ela gosta dessa fera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Porque é grande feiticeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; E seduz os corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Super-Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Super-Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Anticapa voadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Domadora de Leões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ana-canas/"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ana-canas/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-1835881083105579549?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/1835881083105579549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=1835881083105579549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1835881083105579549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1835881083105579549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/08/grande-mulher-grande.html' title='GRANDE, MULHER GRANDE'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sn_Avfgq5gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/95-CwAPUZgE/s72-c/diva_thumb5b35d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-3835661417473452640</id><published>2009-08-02T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:17:11.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONZELAS E CANTORES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ROMANCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romance - &lt;/span&gt;2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SnZT1afRsuI/AAAAAAAAARo/_g9TQ2ILiZI/s1600-h/romance-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SnZT1afRsuI/AAAAAAAAARo/_g9TQ2ILiZI/s320/romance-poster01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365568183167202018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana e Afonso, dois jovens atores, se apaixonam durante a montagem teatral do “Romance de Tristão e Isolda”. Ao mesmo tempo que recriam a história deste casal mítico que está na origem de todos os casais românticos, eles tentam descobrir para si próprios uma nova forma de se relacionar, menos trágica e mais livre, porém carregada da mesma emoção. Ao narrar o romance contemporâneo de Ana e Afonso, tendo como pano de fundo o romance clássico de Tristão e Isolda, “Romance” é uma história de amor e uma história sobre o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(&lt;a href="http://meucinemabrasileiro.com/filmes/romance/romance.asp"&gt;http://meucinemabrasileiro.com/filmes/romance/romance.asp&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kfc9p6rXeu8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kfc9p6rXeu8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na gangorra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariana Aydar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kavita 1 (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na boa, nós dois na gangorra&lt;br /&gt;Na boa, nós dois na gangorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remando horas a fio&lt;br /&gt;A noite é escura, o tempo frio&lt;br /&gt;Rumando contra a corrente, vai fugindo porque sente&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem saiu do lugar&lt;br /&gt;Não adiantou tanto remar&lt;br /&gt;Pois esqueceu amarrada a canoa na beirada&lt;br /&gt;Pois esqueceu amarrada a canoa na beirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois num filme de ação&lt;br /&gt;Eu a mocinha e você o vilão&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois num filme de amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu a donzela e você o cantor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na boa, nós dois na gangorra&lt;br /&gt;Na boa, nós dois na gangorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remando horas a fio&lt;br /&gt;A noite é escura, o tempo frio&lt;br /&gt;Rumando contra a corrente, vai fugindo porque sente&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem saiu do lugar&lt;br /&gt;Não adiantou tanto remar&lt;br /&gt;Pois esqueceu amarrada a canoa na beirada&lt;br /&gt;Pois esqueceu amarrada a canoa na beirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois num filme de ação&lt;br /&gt;Eu a mocinha e você o vilão&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois num filme de amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu a donzela e você o cantor&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/mariana-aydar"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/mariana-aydar&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-3835661417473452640?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/3835661417473452640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=3835661417473452640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3835661417473452640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3835661417473452640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/08/donzelas-e-cantores.html' title='DONZELAS E CANTORES'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SnZT1afRsuI/AAAAAAAAARo/_g9TQ2ILiZI/s72-c/romance-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7337662706336099539</id><published>2009-07-28T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:15:03.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIMEIRA PESSOA DO PLURAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;UMA FAMÍLIA BEM DIFERENTE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Breakfast With Scot - 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sm_0sPpob3I/AAAAAAAAARg/Wiv6MtzThts/s1600-h/umafamiliafeliz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sm_0sPpob3I/AAAAAAAAARg/Wiv6MtzThts/s320/umafamiliafeliz.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363774722174119794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinopse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eric (Tom Cavanagh) vive para o hóquei. Agora na faixa dos trinta, ele deixou sua carreira de jogador profissional para se tornar comentarista de esportes na TV. É uma vida de sonho! Mas quando o namorado de Eric, Sam (Ben Shenkman), avisa que eles terão que cuidar temporariamente de um menino, o confortável mundo de Eric desmonta. Chega Scot (Noah Bernett), recém-órfão, um menino efeminado de 11 anos e o oposto exato de Eric. Assustados com a alegria de viver de Scot, Eric e Sam gentilmente afastam Scot dos perfumados cremes para mãos e de tudo o que for cor-de-rosa, buscando um passatempo mais "aceitável": o hóquei. Mas após o primeiro e desastroso jogo de Scot, Eric começa a repensar as concessões que fez em sua própria vida, para poder ser "aceito".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_21644_Uma.Familia.Bem.Diferente-%28Breakfast.With.Scot%29.html"&gt;http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_21644_Uma.Familia.Bem.Diferente-(Breakfast.With.Scot).html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYNMcAqaOx4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYNMcAqaOx4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara Bareilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Voice (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cause somebody told me that’s where dreams would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Finally see my name upon the Palace marquees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Gonna quit my job and move to New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cause somebody told me that’s where dreamers should go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm gonna quit my job and move to New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And tattoo my body with every Broadway show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Listen up now honey, you’re gonna be sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Can’t get out from under a sky that is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You say… No fame no money I’m nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The way I’m running has sure got me down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But next stop, Vegas please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Gotta get to Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Can you take me to Vegas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Gonna sell my house and cross the border&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cause somebody said that dreams live in Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Gonna sell my house and gonna lose ten pounds and cross the border&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And make sweet love upon the white sandy shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Listen up now honey, you’re gonna be sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Can’t get out from under a sky that is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You say… No fame no money i’m nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The way I’m running has sure got me down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But next stop, Vegas please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It’s always just around the corner or you’re on your way to somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; That is bigger, better if you could only get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It’s never your fault you can’t start your own winning streak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But I’d hate to lose you to the fortune you seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm gonna lose my mind and sail the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cause somebody told me there were cherry blue skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm gonna fix my mind with a final destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And have a deep sleep upon the sweet dream I'll never realize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Listen up now honey, you’re gonna be sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You can’t get out from under a sky that is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You say… No fame no money I’m nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The way I’m running has sure got me down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But next stop, Vegas please…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I got to get to Vegas. I got to get to Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/sara-bareilles/1077534/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(http://letras.terra.com.br/sara-bareilles/1077534/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&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/494622196215599745-7337662706336099539?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/7337662706336099539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=7337662706336099539' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7337662706336099539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7337662706336099539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/07/primeira-pessoa-do-plural.html' title='PRIMEIRA PESSOA DO PLURAL'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/Sm_0sPpob3I/AAAAAAAAARg/Wiv6MtzThts/s72-c/umafamiliafeliz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-5836416293516746970</id><published>2009-07-20T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:51:51.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VISIBILIDADE VIGIADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUEER AS FOLK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;(2000 - 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SmVfVBFsAkI/AAAAAAAAARY/KQ5K1JUYVfs/s1600-h/queer+as+folk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SmVfVBFsAkI/AAAAAAAAARY/KQ5K1JUYVfs/s320/queer+as+folk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360795746128626242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queer as Folk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; é o nome de duas séries televisivas dramáticas de sucesso, criados por Russell T. Davies. O nome do seriado é uma brincadeira com um ditado inglês, de "ninguém é tão estranho como nós" ("nobody is so weird as folk"), para "ninguém é tão gay como nós" ("nobody is so queer as folk").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A série original começou a ser produzido em 1999 pelo Red Production Company para o canal aberto Canal 4 do Reino Unido. Contava os conflitos diários de três homens gays vivendo em Manchester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       O seriado adaptado foi uma co-produção Estados Unidos - Canadá e começou a ser transmitido em 2000 nos seguintes canais de televisão a cabo: Showtime (EUA) e Showcase (Canadá). Contava a história de cinco homens gays e uma casal de lésbicas que viviam em Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Este seriado é um marco na luta dos direitos GLBT, pois investe em uma trama sem cunho pornográfico ou apelativo, mostrado homossexuais como pessoas "comuns", vivendo em seu dia-a-dia. As dificuldades e conquistas desta comunidade são brilhantemente retratadas neste seriado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       No Brasil, o seriado foi exibido pelo canal por assinatura Cinemax. Em Portugal, a série foi exibida pelo canal generalista nacional TVI, dando à hora da madrugada. Infelizmente, os DVDs da série não foram lançados nos dois países.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queer_as_Folk"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queer_as_Folk&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vídeo censurado da banda The Strokes (Completo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adivinhe por quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNIHwb_SOJA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNIHwb_SOJA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juicebox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérpretes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Impressions of Earth (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Everybody sees me&lt;br /&gt;But it's not that easy&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light field&lt;br /&gt;(standing in the light field)&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for some action&lt;br /&gt;(Waiting for some action)&lt;br /&gt;why won't you come over here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you come over here&lt;br /&gt;We've got a city to love!&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you come over here&lt;br /&gt;We've got a city to love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old-time grudges will die so slowly&lt;br /&gt;I know you miss the way I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cold, you're so cold,&lt;br /&gt;You're so cold, you're so cooold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can see me&lt;br /&gt;Everything's too easy&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light field&lt;br /&gt;(Standing in the light field)&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for some actress&lt;br /&gt;(Waiting for some actress)&lt;br /&gt;To say "Why won't you come over here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you come over here&lt;br /&gt;We've got a city to love!&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you come over here&lt;br /&gt;We've got a city to love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old-time love songs will die so swiftly&lt;br /&gt;You never trust me...&lt;br /&gt;For awhile it was nice&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to say Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, you're so cold,&lt;br /&gt;You're so cold, you're so cooold...&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no,&lt;br /&gt;Cold, you're so cold,&lt;br /&gt;You're so cold, you're so cooold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, no, no, no,&lt;br /&gt;Cold, you're so cold,&lt;br /&gt;You're so cold, you're so cooold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, you're so cold.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/the-strokes"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/the-strokes&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não entendeu? Assista a esse vídeo e compare: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6XVbm0kS9c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6XVbm0kS9c&lt;/a&gt; (Quais foram as cenas excluídas?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/494622196215599745-5836416293516746970?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/5836416293516746970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=5836416293516746970' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/5836416293516746970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/5836416293516746970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/07/visibilidade-vigiada.html' title='VISIBILIDADE VIGIADA'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SmVfVBFsAkI/AAAAAAAAARY/KQ5K1JUYVfs/s72-c/queer+as+folk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-6847803020326845449</id><published>2009-07-12T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:25:54.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPOS DE ENSINO MÉDIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A RAINHA DOS CONDENADOS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Queen of the damned - 2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SlpS4P_hLVI/AAAAAAAAARI/6CMU8zBsvOo/s1600-h/rainha+dos+condenados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SlpS4P_hLVI/AAAAAAAAARI/6CMU8zBsvOo/s320/rainha+dos+condenados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357685833029725522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O vampiro Lestat (Stuart Towsend) reinventou a si mesmo e agora                é uma grande estrela do rock contemporâneo nos Estados                Unidos. Sua música acaba despertando Akasha (Aaliyah), a                rainha de todos os vampiros, cujo poder é tão grande                que para combatê-la todos os vampiros da face da Terra precisarão                se unir a fim de evitar sua própria extinção.                Mas assim como a música de Lestat inspira Akasha, que deseja                fazer dele seu rei, ela também faz com que Jesse (Marguerite                Moreau), uma jovem fascinada pelo lado negro da vida, se apaixone                por Lestat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/rainha-dos-condenados"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/rainha-dos-condenados&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gW1OZC8tlfc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gW1OZC8tlfc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weathered (2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello my friend we meet again&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while where should we begin&lt;br /&gt;Feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;With in my heart a memory&lt;br /&gt;A perfect love that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm free&lt;br /&gt;I'm careless&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;this brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen our share of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Oh how quickly life can turn around&lt;br /&gt;In an instant&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to reunite&lt;br /&gt;Within yourself and within your mind&lt;br /&gt;Lets find peace there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm free&lt;br /&gt;I'm careless&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;this brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 2x&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm free&lt;br /&gt;I'm careless&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;this brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/creed"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/creed&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&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/494622196215599745-6847803020326845449?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/6847803020326845449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=6847803020326845449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6847803020326845449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6847803020326845449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/07/tempos-de-ensino-medio.html' title='TEMPOS DE ENSINO MÉDIO'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SlpS4P_hLVI/AAAAAAAAARI/6CMU8zBsvOo/s72-c/rainha+dos+condenados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-1902020295217861612</id><published>2009-06-28T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:01:25.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UM AMOR PARA RECORDAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SkhHR2eO5CI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DKjbgGIbuKQ/s1600-h/um-amor-para-recordar-filme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SkhHR2eO5CI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DKjbgGIbuKQ/s320/um-amor-para-recordar-filme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352606529135502370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essa é a comovente história de Landon, o rapaz mais popular da escola. Desajustado e agressivo, ele se apaixona por Jamie, uma menina que vive em outro mundo. Filha do pastor da pequena cidade, é estudiosa e compenetrada. Jamie nunca imaginou conversar com Landon, quanto mais se apaixonar perdidamente por ele. Mas o destino que os uniu, vai também lhes pregar uma peça. O lindo romance entre Landon e Jamie será Um Amor para Recordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://cineminha.uol.com.br/"&gt;http://cineminha.uol.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5INEryrpLMw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5INEryrpLMw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nenhum de Nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nenhum de Nós Acústico (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Da janela eu vejo a rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Onde ela caminha todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ela passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; E sempre acha graça quando me vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ela passa tão depressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Que eu não tenho tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; E nem coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; De abrir a boca e fazer a pergunta que eu ensaiei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ensaiei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (refrão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Você ainda me ama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Eu sei que no fundo, bem no fundinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Você ainda me ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mas da janela eu vejo a rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Onde ela caminha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; No fim do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Na volta pra casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Já está tão escuro que ela já não mais me vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mas eu tenho que chamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Eu tenho que gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Eu tenho que fazer ela parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Quem sabe até fazer ela voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Eu tenho mesmo é que perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/nenhum-de-nos"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/nenhum-de-nos&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Pode parecer piegas, mas isso remete a um tempo relativamente distante. Período em que via o mundo com os olhos fechados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/494622196215599745-1902020295217861612?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/1902020295217861612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=1902020295217861612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1902020295217861612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1902020295217861612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/06/saudade-i.html' title='SAUDADE I'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SkhHR2eO5CI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DKjbgGIbuKQ/s72-c/um-amor-para-recordar-filme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-5879331888999794239</id><published>2009-06-16T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:58:37.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERUDIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;MONÓLOGO DAS MÃOS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Ghiaroni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por Bibi Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BhsnXDn-jk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BhsnXDn-jk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvuKxL4LOqc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvuKxL4LOqc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queen Of The Night (A Rainha da Noite) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana Damrau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Trecho da Ópera "A Flauta Mágica" (1791) de Mozart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nessas horas descobrimos que a língua não faz a menor diferença...&lt;br /&gt;** Post em homenagem a uma professora de Teoria da literatura.&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/494622196215599745-5879331888999794239?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/5879331888999794239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=5879331888999794239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/5879331888999794239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/5879331888999794239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/06/erudicao.html' title='ERUDIÇÃO'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-4052703315663456969</id><published>2009-06-10T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:37:36.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MANHÃ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;CAFÉ DA MANHÃ EM PLUTÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Breakfast on Pluto - 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SjCHmEa9agI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KDYcEApJNPA/s1600-h/cafe+da+manha+em+plutao+-+velvet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SjCHmEa9agI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KDYcEApJNPA/s320/cafe+da+manha+em+plutao+-+velvet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345921845780376066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Filho do pastor da comunidade com a empregada, Patrick Braden foi abandonado e criado por uma mãe adotiva em uma pequena cidade irlandesa. E, quando volta a encontrar o pai, ele, já crescido, é um inteligente e amargurado travesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_16114_Cafe.da.Manha.em.Plutao-%28Breakfast.on.Pluto%29.html"&gt;http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_16114_Cafe.da.Manha.em.Plutao-(Breakfast.on.Pluto).html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her Morning Elegance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oren Lavie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Opposite Side Of The Sea (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sun been down for days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A pretty flower in a vase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A slipper by the fireplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A cello lying in its case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Soon she's down the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Her morning elegance she wears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The sound of water makes her dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Awoken by a cloud of steam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She pours a daydream in a cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A spoon of sugar sweetens up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And She fights for her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As she puts on her coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And she fights for her life on the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She looks at the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As it pours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And she fights for her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As she goes in a store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; With a thought she has caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; By a thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She pays for the bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And She goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Sun been down for days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A winter melody she plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The thunder makes her contemplate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She hears a noise behind the gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Perhaps a letter with a dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Perhaps a stranger she could love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And She fights for her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As she puts on her coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And she fights for her life on the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She looks at the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As it pours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And she fights for her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As she goes in a store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; With a thought she has caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; By a thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She pays for the bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And She goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And She fights for her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As she puts on her coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And she fights for her life on the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She looks at the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As it pours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And she fights for her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Where people are pleasently strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And counting the change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And She goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/oren-lavie"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/oren-lavie&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-4052703315663456969?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/4052703315663456969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=4052703315663456969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/4052703315663456969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/4052703315663456969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/06/manha.html' title='MANHÃ'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SjCHmEa9agI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KDYcEApJNPA/s72-c/cafe+da+manha+em+plutao+-+velvet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7778328166980525826</id><published>2009-05-20T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:15:56.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRATERNUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO COMEÇO AO FIM&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gr3Z2_YOQ8A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gr3Z2_YOQ8A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="texto"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;O filme conta a história da médica Julieta (Julia Lemmertz). Ela tem dois filhos: Francisco (Lucas Cotrim, quando criança, e João Gabriel Vasconcelos, na fase adulta), com o primeiro marido, o empresário Pedro (o argentino Jean-Pierre Noher); e Thomás (Gabriel Kaufman e Rafael Cardoso), com o atual marido, o arquiteto Alexandre (Fabio Assunção). Rosa (Louise Cardoso) é a melhor amiga de Julieta. Os dois meninos têm uma diferença de idade de seis anos. Eles desenvolvem uma relação mais íntima do que o normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://cinema10.com.br/filme/do-comeco-ao-fim"&gt;http://cinema10.com.br/filme/do-comeco-ao-fim&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Visão dos homossexuais&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=65754&amp;amp;tid=5323027852150709679&amp;amp;kw=do+come%C3%A7o+ao+fim"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=65754&amp;amp;tid=5323027852150709679&amp;amp;kw=do+come%C3%A7o+ao+fim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Visão dos católicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=55975&amp;amp;tid=5324638692507875880"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=55975&amp;amp;tid=5324638692507875880&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;color:#9c9c9c;"  &gt;(um breve e lindo trecho do filme- diálogo dos irmãos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;color:#008484;"  &gt;"- Eu te amo!&lt;br /&gt;- E porque você me ama?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu te amo porque você é meu.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu te amo porque você precisa de amor.&lt;br /&gt;- Também te amo.&lt;br /&gt;- E porque você também me ama?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu te amo porque... para entender o nosso amor é preciso virar o mundo de cabeça para baixo.&lt;br /&gt;- É pra sempre?&lt;br /&gt;- É pra sempre mesmo."&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;* Retirado da comunidade do filme no orkut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=27372044"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=27372044&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=27372044"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLFvTEhX_AQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLFvTEhX_AQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanessa da Mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa boneca tem manual (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ainda bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Que você vive comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Porque senão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Como seria esta vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sei lá, sei lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Nos dias frios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Em que nós estamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Nos abraçamos sob o nosso conforto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; De amar, de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; As flores que me manda são fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Seria o acaso e não sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Neste mundo de tantos anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Entre tantos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Que sorte a nossa heim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Entre tantas paixões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Esse encontro nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Esse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Entre tantos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Entre tantos  anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Que sorte a nossa heim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Entre tantas paixões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Esse encontro nós dois esse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Entre tantas paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Esse encontro nós dois esse amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/vanessa-da-mata"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/vanessa-da-mata&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-7778328166980525826?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/7778328166980525826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=7778328166980525826' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7778328166980525826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7778328166980525826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/05/fraternum.html' title='FRATERNUM'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-4048796155077334422</id><published>2009-05-19T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:17:57.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANÇA - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DV8 PHSICAL THEATRE - STRANGE FISH &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(1992)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vídeodança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/seSPEAGk_gY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/seSPEAGk_gY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-mqhkuOF7s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-mqhkuOF7s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elephant Gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpréte: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beirut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EP: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elephant Gun EP (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I was young, I'd flee this town&lt;br /&gt;I'd bury my dreams underground&lt;br /&gt;As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from home, elephant gun&lt;br /&gt;Let's take them down one by one&lt;br /&gt;We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - take the big king down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - take the big king down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it rips through the silence of our camp at night&lt;br /&gt;And it rips through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it rips through the silence of our camp at night&lt;br /&gt;And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that i hide&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/beirut"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/beirut&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-4048796155077334422?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/4048796155077334422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=4048796155077334422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/4048796155077334422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/4048796155077334422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/05/danca-i.html' title='DANÇA - I'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-1535291655117325754</id><published>2009-04-06T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:18:15.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(SEM)TIMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUDO SOBRE MINHA MÃE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Todo sobre mi madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - 1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SdrRmf85vDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mR4K1rxidIc/s1600-h/todo-sobre-mi-madre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SdrRmf85vDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mR4K1rxidIc/s320/todo-sobre-mi-madre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796369033837618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: Esteban              completa 17 anos. Para comemorar seu aniversário, Manuela,              sua mãe, o leva ao teatro para assistir à peça              "Um Bonde Chamado Desejo". Enquanto esperam pela saída              da atriz principal, Huma Rojo, Manuela confessa ao filho que interpretou              o mesmo papel de Huma 20 anos antes, junto com seu pai, de quem ele              nunca soube notícias. Como presente de aniversário,              Manuela promete contar a Esteban tudo sobre o seu pai ao chegarem              em casa. Porém, Esteban morre acidentalmente no caminho, e              Manuela parte em busca do homem que um dia foi seu marido, para quitar              uma pendência do passado. Nesta procura, ela acaba se deparando              com uma série de novas e emocionantes situações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.allmodovar.com.br/filmes/f13-madre.htm"&gt;http://www.allmodovar.com.br/filmes/f13-madre.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXG0YMv5Fvk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXG0YMv5Fvk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hometown Glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been walking&lt;br /&gt;In the same way as I did&lt;br /&gt;Missing out&lt;br /&gt;The cracks in the pavement&lt;br /&gt;And tutting my heel&lt;br /&gt;And strutting my feet&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything&lt;br /&gt;I can do for you dear?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone I can call?"&lt;br /&gt;"No and thank you, please Madam&lt;br /&gt;I ain't lost, just wandering"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Memories are fresh&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the people I've met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of this world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it in the city&lt;br /&gt;When the air&lt;br /&gt;Is so thick and opaque&lt;br /&gt;I love to see everybody&lt;br /&gt;In short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Shorts and shades&lt;br /&gt;I like it in the city&lt;br /&gt;When two worlds collide&lt;br /&gt;You get the people&lt;br /&gt;And the government&lt;br /&gt;Everybody taking&lt;br /&gt;Different sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows that&lt;br /&gt;We ain't gonna stand shit&lt;br /&gt;Shows&lt;br /&gt;That we are united&lt;br /&gt;Shows&lt;br /&gt;That we ain't gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;Shows&lt;br /&gt;That we ain't gonna stand shit&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we are united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Memories are fresh&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Ooh the people I've met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of this world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/adele/"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/adele/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/494622196215599745-1535291655117325754?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/1535291655117325754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=1535291655117325754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1535291655117325754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1535291655117325754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentimentos.html' title='(SEM)TIMENTOS'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SdrRmf85vDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mR4K1rxidIc/s72-c/todo-sobre-mi-madre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7724678655068154337</id><published>2009-03-01T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:57:59.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NORDESTE (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ÁRIDO MOVIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SatFlsriB4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/dd5g1CluO2k/s1600-h/arido_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SatFlsriB4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/dd5g1CluO2k/s320/arido_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413099737483138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Árido Movie narra a trajetória de Jonas, que, desgarrado da família desde pequeno, é apresentador da previsão do tempo em um canal de televisão em São Paulo. O inesperado assassinato do pai obriga-o a fazer uma jornada de retorno as suas origens. Mas, Jonas desconhece o verdadeiro motivo de sua volta, solicitada pela avó, Dona Carmo, que escolhe-o para vingar a morte do pai e lavar a honra da família. Ao chegar a Rocha, sua cidade natal, Jonas encontra um clima de vingança pairando no ar. O enterro do seu pai é carregado de emoções dúbias. É aí que Jonas descobre o seu infortúnio: o peso de ser o herdeiro de uma realidade que já julgava não ser mais a sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/"&gt;http://www.interfilmes.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;           Todos sabem que estou longe de ser um crítico de cinema, considero-me apenas um apreciador da sétima arte, além de garimpeiro cinematográfico. Entre minhas descobertas está este filme, que não posso dizer que o entendi plenamente, mas acho que é exatamente esse o objetivo do filme: nos "chapar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;           Destaque para o diálogo entre Jonas (Guilherme Weber) e Zé Elétrico (José Dumont) no alto de uma formação rochosa do sertão nordestino, em que o índio, considerado pelos "colonizadores" civilizados _representado por Jonas_ como seres irracionais, dá uma aula sobre a humanidade. E o melhor disso tudo é que ficamos na dúvida de que se ele realmente falou tudo aquilo, ou não passou de uma simples "viagem" do Homem do Tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;           Outro ponto alto são os três amigos de Jonas: Bob (Selton Mello), Verinha (Mariana Lima) e Falcão (Gustavo Falcão) três jovens "chapadinhos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Jewmv97_Wg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Jewmv97_Wg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na Veia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cordel do Fogo Encantado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Circo do Palhaço Sem Futuro (2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu vou cantar pra saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Com seu vestido vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; E a sua boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Eu vou cantar pra saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Descer na minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; E comandar sua festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Aquele cheiro, som, imagem do teu corpo incendeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; E um rio carregado de saudade vem correr na minha veia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Na veia, amor, na veia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; É como a luz da lua que atravessa a parede da cadeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Clareia mais forte que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; E Quando a saudade chegar com seu batalhão de agitadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; E tantas bandeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Vou cantar aquele som da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Vou rasgar o teu vestido novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/cordel-do-fogo-encantado"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/cordel-do-fogo-encantado&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-7724678655068154337?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/7724678655068154337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=7724678655068154337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7724678655068154337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7724678655068154337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/03/nordeste-2.html' title='NORDESTE (2)'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SatFlsriB4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/dd5g1CluO2k/s72-c/arido_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-189660906041929627</id><published>2009-02-16T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:09:43.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARIDEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IRREVERSÍVEL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Irréversible - 2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SZofynb3ROI/AAAAAAAAANw/ply1DOPR9Gw/s1600-h/irreversible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SZofynb3ROI/AAAAAAAAANw/ply1DOPR9Gw/s320/irreversible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303586465621951714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 69, 83); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Depois de Alex (Bellucci) ser barbaramente agredida e violada, Marcus (Cassel) e Pierre (Dupontel) embarcam numa espiral de loucura e vingança, em busca do autor do crime, que os leva até um obscuro clube nocturno. Pierre, ex-companheiro de Alex, tenta controlar a fúria cega de Marcus, que vivia presentemente com a vítima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.cinedie.com/irreversible.htm"&gt;http://www.cinedie.com/irreversible.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 69, 83);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOKiCapZjsc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOKiCapZjsc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Lobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admirável Chip Novo (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Houve um tempo em que os homens&lt;br /&gt;Em suas tribos eram iguais&lt;br /&gt;Veio a fome e, então, a guerra&lt;br /&gt;Pra alimenta-los como animais&lt;br /&gt;Não houve um tempo em que o homem&lt;br /&gt;Por sobre a Terra viveu em paz&lt;br /&gt;Desde sempre tudo é motivo&lt;br /&gt;Pra jorrar sangue cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem é o lobo do homem,o lobo&lt;br /&gt;O homem é o lobo do homem,o lobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre em busca do próprio gozo&lt;br /&gt;E todo zelo ficou pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Nunca cede e nem esquece&lt;br /&gt;O que aprendeu com seus ancestrais&lt;br /&gt;Não perdoa e nem releva&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vê que já é demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem é o lobo do homem,o lobo&lt;br /&gt;O homem é o lobo do homem,o lobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/pitty"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/pitty&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-189660906041929627?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/189660906041929627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=189660906041929627' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/189660906041929627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/189660906041929627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/02/aridez.html' title='ARIDEZ'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SZofynb3ROI/AAAAAAAAANw/ply1DOPR9Gw/s72-c/irreversible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-8253145795054190097</id><published>2009-02-14T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:56:10.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipoca, cult &amp; trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;LISBELA E O PRISIONEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SZc8IvT0MXI/AAAAAAAAANo/0vGeU61MmMg/s1600-h/lisbela_e_o_prisioneiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SZc8IvT0MXI/AAAAAAAAANo/0vGeU61MmMg/s320/lisbela_e_o_prisioneiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302773207088247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisbela                      está noiva e de casamento marcado, quando Leléu                      chega à cidade. O casal se encanta e passa a viver                      uma história cheia de personagens tirados do cenário                      nordestino: Inaura, uma mulher casada e sedutora que tenta                      atrair o herói; um marido valentão e "matador",                      Frederico Evandro, um pai severo e chefe de polícia,                      Tenente Guedes, um pernambucano com sotaque carioca, Douglas,                      visto sob o prisma do humor regional; e um "cabo de destacamento",                      Cabo Citonho, que é suficientemente astuto para satisfazer                      os seus apetites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br"&gt;http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WESUNB9S5HI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WESUNB9S5HI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Dança das Borboletas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérpretes:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zé Ramalho e Sepultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trilha Sonora de Lisbela e o Prisioneiro (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;As borboletas estão voando&lt;br /&gt;A dança louca das borboletas&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai voar não quer dançar&lt;br /&gt;só quer voar, a voar&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai voar não quer dançar&lt;br /&gt;só quer voar, a voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as borboletas estão girando&lt;br /&gt;Estão virando a sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai girar não quer dançar&lt;br /&gt;só quer girar, não caia!&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai girar não quer cair&lt;br /&gt;só quer girar, não caia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the butterflies are invading&lt;br /&gt;the apartments, cines and bars&lt;br /&gt;Sewers and rivers, lakes and seas&lt;br /&gt;In a "de arrepiar" twirl&lt;br /&gt;Destroying windows and glass doors&lt;br /&gt;Escalators and in the chimneys&lt;br /&gt;They sit and "pousam" in the smog&lt;br /&gt;In a rainbow if knows what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as borboletas estão invadindo&lt;br /&gt;os apartamentos, cinemas e bares&lt;br /&gt;Esgotos e rios e lagos e mares&lt;br /&gt;Em um rodopio de arrepiar&lt;br /&gt;Derrubam janelas e portas de vidro&lt;br /&gt;Escadas rolantes e nas chaminés&lt;br /&gt;Se sentam e pousam em meio à fumaça&lt;br /&gt;Em um arco-íris se sabe o que é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ze-ramalho"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ze-ramalho&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-8253145795054190097?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/8253145795054190097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=8253145795054190097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/8253145795054190097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/8253145795054190097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/02/pipoca-cult-trash.html' title='Pipoca, cult &amp; trash'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SZc8IvT0MXI/AAAAAAAAANo/0vGeU61MmMg/s72-c/lisbela_e_o_prisioneiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-6130772720120122252</id><published>2009-01-11T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:52:00.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Café com leite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAFÉ COM LEITE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SWq6z7OPm_I/AAAAAAAAANg/PANk_qAwvi0/s1600-h/cafe-com-leite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SWq6z7OPm_I/AAAAAAAAANg/PANk_qAwvi0/s320/cafe-com-leite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290246113533598706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danilo estava prestes a sair de casa para ir morar com seu namorado, Marcos, quando seus pais morrem num acidente. Seus planos para o futuro mudam quando ele se torna responsável pelo irmão caçula, Lucas. Novos laços são criados entre estes três jovens garotos. Enquanto os irmãos Danilo e Lucas precisam descobrir tudo que não sabiam um sobre o outro, Marcos tenta encontrar seu lugar naquela nova relação familiar. Entre vídeo-games e copos de leite, dor e decepção, eles precisam aprender a viver juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caf%C3%A9_com_Leite_%28filme%29"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caf%C3%A9_com_Leite_(filme)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Não costumo fazer isto, mas aí em embaixo está o filme na íntegra. Vale muito a pena assistir. Recebeu o prêmio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Urso de Cristal de Melhor Curta-Metragem (Generation 14plus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;durante o 58th Berlin International Film Festival (Alemanha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh97uAKVUgI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh97uAKVUgI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjveAO4lv1s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjveAO4lv1s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/494622196215599745-6130772720120122252?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/6130772720120122252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=6130772720120122252' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6130772720120122252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6130772720120122252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2009/01/caf-com-leite.html' title='Café com leite'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SWq6z7OPm_I/AAAAAAAAANg/PANk_qAwvi0/s72-c/cafe-com-leite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7519166827061991879</id><published>2008-12-14T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:33:44.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BÁSICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SANEAMENTO BÁSICO, O FILME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Saneamento Básico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SUXOui07hDI/AAAAAAAAANY/ebRjcXy17Zg/s1600-h/saneamento-basico-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SUXOui07hDI/AAAAAAAAANY/ebRjcXy17Zg/s320/saneamento-basico-poster01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279853437179888690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="style5"&gt;Os moradores de Linha Cristal, uma pequena vila de descendentes de colonos italianos localizada na serra gaúcha, reúnem-se para tomar providências a respeito da construção de uma fossa para o tratamento do esgoto. Eles elegem uma comissão, que é responsável por fazer o pedido junto à sub-prefeitura. A secretária da prefeitura reconhece a necessidade da obra, mas informa que não terá verba para realizá-la até o final do ano. Entretanto, a prefeitura dispõe de quase R$ 10 mil para a produção de um vídeo. Este dinheiro foi dado pelo governo federal e, se não for usado, será devolvido em breve. Surge então a idéia de usar a quantia para realizar a obra e rodar um vídeo sobre a própria obra, que teria o apoio da prefeitura. Porém a retirada da quantia depende da apresentação de um roteiro e de um projeto do vídeo, além de haver a exigência que ele seja de ficção. Desta forma os moradores se reúnem para elaborar um filme, que seria estrelado por um mostro que vive nas obras de construção de uma fossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span class="style5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="style5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_4GV_alBFc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_4GV_alBFc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cabide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mart'nália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menino do Rio (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Se eu fingir e sair por aí na noitada, me acabando de rir&lt;br /&gt;Se eu disser que não digo e não ligo, que fico... Que só vou aprontar&lt;br /&gt;É que eu sambo direitinho, assim bem miudinho, 'cê não sabe acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;Vou arrancar sua saia e pôr no meu cabide só pra pendurar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai encarar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sumir dos lugares, dos bares, esquinas e ninguém me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E se me virem sambando até de madrugada e você for até lá&lt;br /&gt;É que eu sambo direitinho, assim bem miudinho, 'cê não sabe acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;Vou arrancar tua blusa e pôr no meu cabide só pra pendurar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai encarar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de fazer fumaça, de contar vantagem, quero ver chegar junto pra me juntar.&lt;br /&gt;Me fazer sentir mais viva, me apertar o corpo e a alma me fazendo suar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero beijos sem tréguas, quero sete mil léguas sem descansar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai me encarar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fingir e sair por aí na noitada, me acabando de rir&lt;br /&gt;E se eu disser que não digo e não ligo e que fico... E que só vou aprontar&lt;br /&gt;É que eu mando direitinho, assim bem miudinho, sei que você vai gostar&lt;br /&gt;Vou arrancar sua blusa e pôr no meu cabide só pra pendurar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai encarar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai encarar!&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai encarar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/martnalia"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/martnalia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-7519166827061991879?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/7519166827061991879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=7519166827061991879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7519166827061991879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7519166827061991879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/12/bsico.html' title='BÁSICO'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SUXOui07hDI/AAAAAAAAANY/ebRjcXy17Zg/s72-c/saneamento-basico-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-3391928000202105004</id><published>2008-12-07T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:37:04.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ETTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;CADILLAC RECORDS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cadillac Records, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/STyvzCnFF8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uuaTnsj04PU/s1600-h/cadillacrecords1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/STyvzCnFF8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uuaTnsj04PU/s320/cadillacrecords1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277286154780350402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;longa protagonizado pela cantora e atriz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beyoncé Knowles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; é uma cinebiografia sobre o produtor e empresário musical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leonard Chess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Adrien Brody), que fundou nos anos 50 a gravadora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chess Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, responsável por lançar artistas de peso como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elvis Presley, Howlin Wolf, Muddy Waters, Etta James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Berry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          No filme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jeffrey Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; é Waters e o rapper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mos Def&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  faz Berry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beyoncé Knowles&lt;/span&gt; vive a cantora Etta James e &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adrien Brody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; interpreta Leonard Chess, fundador da gravadora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gabrielle Union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; fica com o papel de Geneva Wade, namorada de Waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="textoDoConteudo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="textoDoConteudo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="textoDoConteudo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;           O filme estréia em 5 de dezembro nos EUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="textoDoConteudo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.45graus.com.br/cine45.php?id=30906"&gt;http://www.45graus.com.br/cine45.php?id=30906&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="textoDoConteudo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtKtXhrox-Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtKtXhrox-Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etta James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Last! (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At last my love has come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My lonely days are over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And life is like a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ohh yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the skies above are blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My heart was wrapped up in clover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The night I looked at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I found a dream, that I could speak to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A dream that I can call my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I found a thrill to press my cheek to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A thrill that I have never known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ohh  yeah yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You smile, you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh And then the spell was cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And here we are in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For you are mine at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(http://vagalume.uol.com.br/etta-james/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&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/494622196215599745-3391928000202105004?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/3391928000202105004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=3391928000202105004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3391928000202105004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3391928000202105004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/12/etta.html' title='ETTA'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/STyvzCnFF8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uuaTnsj04PU/s72-c/cadillacrecords1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-6531754730714125189</id><published>2008-11-10T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:09:39.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENSUALIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CABARET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cabaret - 1972)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SRjkPE0GmaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/n3CfihrbAh0/s1600-h/cabaret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SRjkPE0GmaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/n3CfihrbAh0/s320/cabaret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267210711851243938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berlim no início da década de 30. O nazismo fazia                sua ascensão meteórica, mas a grande maioria das pessoas                ainda não tinha noção do terrível poder                que aquela força política se transformaria. Sally                Bowles (Liza Minnelli), uma jovem americana que canta em um cabaré                e sonha em ser tornar uma estrela, se apaixona por Brian Roberts                (Michael York), que é bissexual. Ambos se envolvem com Maximillian                von Heune (Helmut Griem), um rico e nobre alemão. Quando                Sally fica grávida, Brian diz que quer casar e declara não                se importar de quem seja o filho. Mas o futuro lhes reserva outro                destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBBaDMZD3D8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBBaDMZD3D8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I Grow Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Intérpretes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doll Domination (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Boys call you sexy&lt;br /&gt;and you don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;See everytime you turn around they screaming your&lt;br /&gt;name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got a confession&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I wanted attention&lt;br /&gt;And I promised myself that I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all for them to notice me&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't complaining&lt;br /&gt;We all wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and say what you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what its like to be nameless&lt;br /&gt;Want them to know what your name is&lt;br /&gt;Cus see when I was younger I would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a star,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have groupies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Be on tv&lt;br /&gt;People know me&lt;br /&gt;Be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and clean&lt;br /&gt;Number one chick when I step out on the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for cus you just might get&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for cus you just might get&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell them I was fooling,&lt;br /&gt;until I popped up on the TV&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be a superstar,&lt;br /&gt;And knew that singing songs would get me this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't complaining&lt;br /&gt;We all wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and say what you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what its like to be nameless&lt;br /&gt;Want them to know what your name is&lt;br /&gt;Cus see when I was younger I would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a star,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have groupies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Be on tv&lt;br /&gt;People know me&lt;br /&gt;Be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and clean&lt;br /&gt;Number one chick when I step out on the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for cus you just might get&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for cus you just might get&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see them staring at me&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm a trendsetter&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is true cus what I do, no one can do it&lt;br /&gt;better&lt;br /&gt;You can talk about me, cus I'm a hot topic&lt;br /&gt;I see you watching me watching me and I know you want&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a star,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have groupies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Be on tv&lt;br /&gt;People know me&lt;br /&gt;Be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and clean&lt;br /&gt;Number one chick when I step out on the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for cus you just might get&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for cus you just might get&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a star,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have groupies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Be on tv&lt;br /&gt;People know me&lt;br /&gt;Be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and clean&lt;br /&gt;Number one chick when I step out on the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for cus you just might get&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for cus you just might get&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/the-pussycat-dolls"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/the-pussycat-dolls)&lt;/a&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/494622196215599745-6531754730714125189?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/6531754730714125189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=6531754730714125189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6531754730714125189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6531754730714125189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/11/sensualidade.html' title='SENSUALIDADE'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SRjkPE0GmaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/n3CfihrbAh0/s72-c/cabaret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7762106709107379088</id><published>2008-10-27T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:51:43.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEXO FRÁGIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HILDA FURACÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SQZ5_5mvC4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ug4Nny6OIM8/s1600-h/Hilda-Furacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SQZ5_5mvC4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ug4Nny6OIM8/s320/Hilda-Furacao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262027353331010434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="texto_sinopse" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="texto_sinopse" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que leva uma garota que tem tudo - educação, beleza, amigos e admiradores - a transformar radicalmente seu destino? Hilda Müller podia ser considerada uma garota de sorte, com noivado tradicional e futuro assegurado. Freqüentadora da piscina e das 'missas' dançantes do Minas Tênis Clube, ela é eleita Miss Verão 59, ficando conhecida como a Garota do Maiô Dourado. Invejada pelas amigas e cobiçada pelos rapazes, seu sucesso e popularidade são tamanhos que ela nem acredita em tanta felicidade. Até que chega o dia do seu casamento, quando o conto de fadas toma um rumo inesperado. Hilda abandona a igreja e os convidados e ainda usando o vestido de noiva desce do táxi em plena rua Guaicurus, o centro da zona boêmia de Belo Horizonte. Cercada por prostitutas, vagabundos, travestis e cafetões, ela entra no Maravilhoso Hotel e passa a ocupar o quarto 304. A partir daí, nasce Hilda Furacão, o mito sexual que paira sobre Belo Horizonte, deixando a alta sociedade que a aplaudia envergonhada, as esposas horrorizadas e os homens alucinados. Sem o esteriótipo que ronda uma prostituta convencional, Hilda Furacão, com seu jeito de menina ingênua e cheia de candura, usando o perfume Muguet du Bonheur e as roupas elegantes que exibia nos bailes do Minas Tênis Clube, passa a conquistar centenas de clientes e admiradores, que diariamente formam fila à sua porta. O mistério que cerca Hilda Furacão é o que leva o repórter da "Folha de Minas", Roberto Drummond, a sair em busca da sua história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="texto_sinopse" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.americanas.com.br/AcomProd/589/51686"&gt;http://www.americanas.com.br/AcomProd/589/51686&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rrAmaNtwjYk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rrAmaNtwjYk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muito Pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segundo (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Pronto&lt;br /&gt;Agora que voltou tudo ao normal&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você consiga ser menos rei&lt;br /&gt;e um pouco mais real&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça&lt;br /&gt;As horas nunca andam para trás&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia é dia de aprender um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Do muito que a vida trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas muito pra mim é tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;E pouco é um pouco demais&lt;br /&gt;Viver tá me deixando louca&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais do que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;Gritando pra não ficar rouca&lt;br /&gt;Em guerra lutando por paz&lt;br /&gt;Muito pra mim é tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;E pouco eu não quero (mais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega!&lt;br /&gt;Não me condene pelo seu penar&lt;br /&gt;Pesos e medidas não servem&lt;br /&gt;Pra ninguém poder nos comparar&lt;br /&gt;Por que&lt;br /&gt;Eu não pertenço ao mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Em que você se afunda tão raso&lt;br /&gt;Não dá nem pra tentar te salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Veja&lt;br /&gt;A qualidade está inferior&lt;br /&gt;E não é a quantidade que faz&lt;br /&gt;A estrutura de um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente seja&lt;br /&gt;O que você julgar ser o melhor&lt;br /&gt;Mas lembre-se que tudo o que começa com muito&lt;br /&gt;Pode acabar muito pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-rita"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-rita&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-7762106709107379088?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/7762106709107379088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=7762106709107379088' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7762106709107379088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7762106709107379088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/10/sexo-frgil.html' title='SEXO FRÁGIL'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SQZ5_5mvC4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ug4Nny6OIM8/s72-c/Hilda-Furacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-8512707650449868089</id><published>2008-10-19T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:36:53.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FABULOSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O LABIRINTO DO FAUNO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Laberinto del Fauno&lt;/span&gt; - 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SPv7Wc7Q8LI/AAAAAAAAAMM/53Z73fntn_4/s1600-h/labirinto-do-fauno-poster07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SPv7Wc7Q8LI/AAAAAAAAAMM/53Z73fntn_4/s320/labirinto-do-fauno-poster07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259073353025646770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Espanha, 1944. Oficialmente a Guerra Civil já terminou, mas um grupo de rebeldes ainda luta nas montanhas ao norte de Navarra. Ofelia (Ivana Baquero), de 10 anos, muda-se para a região com sua mãe, Carmen (Ariadna Gil). Lá as espera seu novo padrasto, um oficial fascista que luta para exterminar os guerrilheiros da localidade. Solitária, a menina logo descobre a amizade de Mercedes (Maribel Verdú), jovem cozinheira da casa, que serve de contato secreto dos rebeldes. Além disso, em seus passeios pelo jardim da imensa mansão em que moram, Ofelia descobre um labirinto que faz com que todo um mundo de fantasias se abra, trazendo consequências para todos à sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com.br/"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aA6ome0TWd4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aA6ome0TWd4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Céu (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;E tome tento&lt;br /&gt;Fique esperto&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não tem papo&lt;br /&gt;Jogo-lhe um quebrante,&lt;br /&gt;Num instante&lt;br /&gt;Você vira sapo&lt;br /&gt;Bobeou na crença&lt;br /&gt;Príncipe.... volta ao seu posto de lenda&lt;br /&gt;(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome na boca do sapo&lt;br /&gt;Sua boca, ah, ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tá feito&lt;br /&gt;Tá mandado&lt;br /&gt;O seu trono tá plantado&lt;br /&gt;Fica acerca de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome na boca do sapo&lt;br /&gt;Sua boca, na minha&lt;br /&gt;O resto é boi dormindo,&lt;br /&gt;História errada de carochinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ceu"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ceu&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-8512707650449868089?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/8512707650449868089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=8512707650449868089' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/8512707650449868089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/8512707650449868089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/10/fabulosidade.html' title='FABULOSIDADE'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SPv7Wc7Q8LI/AAAAAAAAAMM/53Z73fntn_4/s72-c/labirinto-do-fauno-poster07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-6728769960424186195</id><published>2008-10-16T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:47:33.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CASAMENTO DO MEU MELHOR AMIGO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/span&gt; - 1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SPf7FHQUrqI/AAAAAAAAALo/Bc6ndLnE0PA/s1600-h/casamentodomeumelhoramigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SPf7FHQUrqI/AAAAAAAAALo/Bc6ndLnE0PA/s320/casamentodomeumelhoramigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257947155243773602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Julianne (Julia Roberts) e Michael (Dermot Mulroney) combinaram                que, se ambos continuassem solteiros quando completassem 30 anos,                se casariam. Quando recebe um telefonema do amigo, às vésperas da                fatídica data, anunciando que está prestes a se casar, mas com outra                (Cameron Diaz), Julianne se descobre apaixonada por ele e aceita                o convite para ser madrinha, mas com segundas intenções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wA4HWXm7wwk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wA4HWXm7wwk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não é proibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;## (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Jujuba, bananada, pipoca,&lt;br /&gt;Cocada, queijadinha, sorvete,&lt;br /&gt;Chiclete, sundae de chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paçoca, mariola, quindim,&lt;br /&gt;Frumelo, doce de abóbora com coco,&lt;br /&gt;Bala juquinha, algodão doce, manjar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha pra cá, venha comigo,&lt;br /&gt;A hora é pra já, não é proibido,&lt;br /&gt;Vou te contar, tá divertido,&lt;br /&gt;Pode chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser nesse fim de semana,&lt;br /&gt;Manda um e-mail para a Joana vir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa bancar bacana,&lt;br /&gt;Fala para o Peixoto chegar aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz todo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Tá liberado,&lt;br /&gt;É so chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz toda gente,&lt;br /&gt;Tá convidado,&lt;br /&gt;É pra dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;Chega pra cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/marisa-monte"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/marisa-monte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-6728769960424186195?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/6728769960424186195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=6728769960424186195' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6728769960424186195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6728769960424186195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/10/musas.html' title='MUSAS'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SPf7FHQUrqI/AAAAAAAAALo/Bc6ndLnE0PA/s72-c/casamentodomeumelhoramigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-4333983284667623086</id><published>2008-10-14T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:48:46.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRA TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FILADÉLFIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Philadelphia - 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SPVl8JsGOGI/AAAAAAAAALg/YIn0qte6pJM/s1600-h/filadelfia-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SPVl8JsGOGI/AAAAAAAAALg/YIn0qte6pJM/s320/filadelfia-poster01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257220224092354658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Promissor advogado (Tom Hanks) que trabalha para tradicional escritório              da Filadélfia é despedido quando descobrem ser ele portador do vírus              da AIDS. Ele contrata os serviços de um advogado negro, que é forçado              a encarar seus próprios medos e preconceitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com.br/"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/addhIndFp0U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/addhIndFp0U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa Pré-Fabricada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segundo (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;abre os teus armários&lt;br /&gt;eu estou a te esperar&lt;br /&gt;para ver deitar o sol&lt;br /&gt;sobre os teus braços castos.&lt;br /&gt;cobre a culpa vã&lt;br /&gt;até amanhã eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;e fazer do teu sorriso um abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canta que é no canto que eu vou chegar.&lt;br /&gt;canta o teu encanto que é pra me encantar&lt;br /&gt;canta para mim&lt;br /&gt;qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;br /&gt;que explique a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;tristeza nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;vale o meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;que esse canto em solidão.&lt;br /&gt;nessa espera o mundo gira em linhas tortas&lt;br /&gt;abre essa janela&lt;br /&gt;primavera quer entrar&lt;br /&gt;pra fazer da nossa voz uma só nota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canto que é de canto que eu vou chegar&lt;br /&gt;canto e toco um canto que é pra te encantar.&lt;br /&gt;canto para mim qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;br /&gt;que explique a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;tristeza nunca mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-rita"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-rita&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Isso é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; pra TI, que chegou de mansinho, soube me esperar&lt;br /&gt;e que agora está me fazendo muito feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TE ADORO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&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/494622196215599745-4333983284667623086?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/4333983284667623086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=4333983284667623086' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/4333983284667623086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/4333983284667623086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/10/pra-ti.html' title='PRA TI'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SPVl8JsGOGI/AAAAAAAAALg/YIn0qte6pJM/s72-c/filadelfia-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7650167278345879826</id><published>2008-10-06T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:46:11.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RELEITURAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A. I.: INTELIGÊNCIA ARTIFICIAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artificial Inteligence: A.I.&lt;/span&gt;- 2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOroDGR7mFI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ga5aKbjzjlY/s1600-h/ai_artificial_intelligence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOroDGR7mFI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ga5aKbjzjlY/s320/ai_artificial_intelligence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254267055204178002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na metade do século XXI, o efeito estufa derreteu uma                grande parte das colatas polares da Terra, fazendo com que boa parte                das cidades litorâneas do planeta fiquem parcialmente submersas.                Para controlar este desastre ambiental a humanidade conta com o                auxílio de uma nova forma de computador independente, com                inteligência artificial, conhecido como A.I. É neste                contexto que vive o garoto David Swinton (Haley Joel Osment), que                irá passar por uma jornada emocional inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com.br/"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlVHbg-xujc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlVHbg-xujc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quase Sem Querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zélia Duncan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Acesso (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Tenho andado distraído&lt;br /&gt;Impaciente e indeciso&lt;br /&gt;E ainda estou confuso&lt;br /&gt;Só que agora é diferente&lt;br /&gt;"Tô" tão tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;E tão contente&lt;br /&gt;Quantas chances&lt;br /&gt;Desperdicei&lt;br /&gt;Quando o que eu mais queria&lt;br /&gt;Era provar pra todo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não precisava&lt;br /&gt;Provar nada pra ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Me fiz em mil pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Pra você juntar&lt;br /&gt;E queria sempre achar&lt;br /&gt;Explicação pro que eu sentia&lt;br /&gt;Como um anjo caído&lt;br /&gt;Fiz questão de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que mentir p'ra si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;É sempre a pior mentira&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não sou mais&lt;br /&gt;Tão criança&lt;br /&gt;huuu huuu huuuu&lt;br /&gt;a ponto de saber tudo&lt;br /&gt;Já não me preocupo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não sei porquê&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o que eu vejo&lt;br /&gt;Quase ninguém vê&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Quase sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vejo o mesmo que você&lt;br /&gt;Tão correto e tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;O infinito é realmente&lt;br /&gt;Um dos deuses mais lindos&lt;br /&gt;Sei que às vezes uso&lt;br /&gt;Palavras repetidas&lt;br /&gt;Mas quais são as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca são ditas?&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram que você&lt;br /&gt;Estava chorando&lt;br /&gt;E foi então que eu percebi&lt;br /&gt;Como lhe quero tanto, quero tanto&lt;br /&gt;Já não me preocupo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não sei porquê&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o que eu vejo&lt;br /&gt;Quase ninguém vê&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Quase sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vejo o mesmo que você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/zelia-duncan"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/zelia-duncan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&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/494622196215599745-7650167278345879826?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/7650167278345879826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=7650167278345879826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7650167278345879826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7650167278345879826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/10/releituras.html' title='RELEITURAS'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOroDGR7mFI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ga5aKbjzjlY/s72-c/ai_artificial_intelligence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-349050830881574037</id><published>2008-10-05T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:03:34.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E SE FOSSE POSSÍVEL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BRILHO ETERNO DE UMA MENTE SEM LEMBRANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOmMbfmZZsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2-Phkja40ow/s1600-h/brilho+eterno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOmMbfmZZsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2-Phkja40ow/s320/brilho+eterno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253884844271298242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;SINOPSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Joel e Clementine formavam um casal                que durante anos tentaram fazer com que o relacionamento entre ambos                desse certo. Desiludida com o fracasso, Clementine decide esquecer                Joel para sempre e, para tanto, aceita se submeter a um tratamento                experimental, que retira de sua memória os momentos vividos                com ele. Após saber de sua atitude Joel entra em depressão,                frustrado por ainda estar apaixonado por alguém que quer                esquecê-lo. Decidido a superar a questão, Joel também                se submete ao tratamento experimental. Porém ele acaba desistindo                de tentar esquecê-la e começa a encaixar Clementine                em momentos de sua memória os quais ela não participa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com.br/"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p0LHWRfUk_s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p0LHWRfUk_s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fidelity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Begin To Hope (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I never loved nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting my heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all this music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suppose I never ever met you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever saw you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never ever called&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends say that of course its gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Better better better better&lt;br /&gt;Better better better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never love nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting by heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost&lt;br /&gt;In the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my&lt;br /&gt;Heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my&lt;br /&gt;Heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;and it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;and it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;and it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/regina-spektor"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/regina-spektor&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-349050830881574037?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/349050830881574037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=349050830881574037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/349050830881574037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/349050830881574037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-se-fosse-possvel.html' title='E SE FOSSE POSSÍVEL...'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOmMbfmZZsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2-Phkja40ow/s72-c/brilho+eterno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-3905847799396408800</id><published>2008-10-04T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:22:32.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PONTO DE VISTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;CRASH - N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O LIMITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Crash - 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOek7xe-qQI/AAAAAAAAALI/lGkTJMnj1tg/s1600-h/crash2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOek7xe-qQI/AAAAAAAAALI/lGkTJMnj1tg/s320/crash2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253348837153483010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jean Cabot (Sandra Bullock) é a rica e mimada esposa                de um promotor, em uma cidade ao sul da Califórnia. Ela tem                seu carro de luxo roubado por dois assaltantes negros. O roubo culmina                num acidente que acaba por aproximar habitantes de diversas origens                étnicas e classes sociais de Los Angeles: um veterano policial                racista, um detetive negro e seu irmão traficante de drogas,                um bem-sucedido diretor de cinema e sua esposa, e um imigrante iraniano                e sua filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com.br/"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ORosVxIg8Tg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ORosVxIg8Tg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LDN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright, Still (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Riding through the city on my bike all day&lt;br /&gt;Cause the filth took away my license&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get me down and I feel ok&lt;br /&gt;Cause the sights that I'm seeing are priceless&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to look as it should&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder what goes on behind doors&lt;br /&gt;A fella looking dapper, but he's sitting with a slapper&lt;br /&gt;Then I see it's a pimp and his crack whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might laugh, you might frown&lt;br /&gt;Walking round London town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems nice&lt;br /&gt;But if you look twice&lt;br /&gt;You can see it's all lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little old lady, who was walking down the road&lt;br /&gt;She was struggling with bags from Tesco&lt;br /&gt;There were people from the city having lunch in the park&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it's called al fresco&lt;br /&gt;When a kid came along to offer a hand&lt;br /&gt;But before she had time to accept it&lt;br /&gt;Hits her over the head, doesn't care if she's dead&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's got all her jewellery and wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might laugh, you might frown&lt;br /&gt;Walking round London town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems nice&lt;br /&gt;But if you look twice&lt;br /&gt;You can see it's all lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, yeah that's city life, yeah that's city life, yeah that's city life&lt;br /&gt;Life, yeah that's city life, yeah that's city life, yeah that's city life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems nice&lt;br /&gt;But if you look twice&lt;br /&gt;You can see it's all lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/lily-allen"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/lily-allen&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&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/494622196215599745-3905847799396408800?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/3905847799396408800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=3905847799396408800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3905847799396408800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3905847799396408800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/10/ponto-de-vista.html' title='PONTO DE VISTA'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOek7xe-qQI/AAAAAAAAALI/lGkTJMnj1tg/s72-c/crash2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-9040549383951895229</id><published>2008-09-28T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:08:31.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIA RITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SAMBA MEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOBNr-zMHiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8YHHPblDRc8/s1600-h/MR_premiereDVD+008_editada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOBNr-zMHiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8YHHPblDRc8/s320/MR_premiereDVD+008_editada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282583501413922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOBNsST0L0I/AAAAAAAAALA/SxNaX___F_Y/s1600-h/WALLPAPER4_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOBNsST0L0I/AAAAAAAAALA/SxNaX___F_Y/s320/WALLPAPER4_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282588738531138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pré-lançamento: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09/09/08 (aniversário de MR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lançamento oficial: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15/09/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show de lançamento: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27/09/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois do sucesso das temporadas do Rio de Janeiro, Porto Alegre e Brasília, BH, Vitoria, Londres, Espanha e Portugal, Maria Rita lança o DVD "Samba Meu", Gravado no Rio de janeiro no Vivo Rio. O DVD vem para comemorar o sucessos do cd "Samba meu" lançado em setembro de 2007. Com direção de Hugo Prata e produção da própria Maria Rita e cenografia de Zé Carratu, a cantora recem ganhadora do prêmio Multishow de "melhor CD" está acompanhada por Jota Moraes (piano), Sylvinho Mazzuca (baixo acústico), Tuca Alves (violão), Camilo Mariano (bateria), Márcio Almeida (cavaquinho), Neni Brown e Miudinho (percussão). No set list do show estão os novos sucessos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tá Perdoado&lt;/span&gt; (Franco/Arlindo Cruz), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Homem Falou&lt;/span&gt; (Gonzaguinha) e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Num Corpo Só&lt;/span&gt; (Arlindo Cruz/Picolé), além dos clássicos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cara Valente &lt;/span&gt;(Marcelo Camelo), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Encontros e Despedidas&lt;/span&gt; (Milton Nascimento/Fernando Brant) e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caminho das Águas&lt;/span&gt; (Rodrigo Maranhão).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o32X_DAknMM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o32X_DAknMM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Num Corpo Só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samba Meu (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Eu tentei,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não deu pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;Sem você &lt;br /&gt;Enjoei de tentar&lt;br /&gt;Me cansei de querer encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Um amor pra assumir teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito pouco,&lt;br /&gt;Vem alegrar o meu mundo que anda vazio&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa louca&lt;br /&gt;É só beijar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Que eu me arrepio, arrepio, arrepio&lt;br /&gt;E o pior&lt;br /&gt;É que você não sabe que eu sempre te amei&lt;br /&gt;Pra falar a verdade eu também nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Juntar teu corpo, meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Num corpo só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver acompanhado, esquece e vem&lt;br /&gt;Se tiver hora marcada,&lt;br /&gt;Esquece e vem&lt;br /&gt;Venha ver a madrugada e o sol que vem&lt;br /&gt;Que uma noite não é nada&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem, vem!&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-rita"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-rita&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&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/494622196215599745-9040549383951895229?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/9040549383951895229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=9040549383951895229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/9040549383951895229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/9040549383951895229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/maria-rita.html' title='MARIA RITA'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SOBNr-zMHiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8YHHPblDRc8/s72-c/MR_premiereDVD+008_editada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-949461870010376174</id><published>2008-09-24T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:40:23.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCONTROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GÊNERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijWBWDYNJqE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijWBWDYNJqE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Raiha da Noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; (I Can't Get No Satisfaction)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérpretes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edson Cordeiro e Cássia Eller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edson Cordeiro (1992)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A VOZ, O TOQUE E A MENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-SUdd0dyio&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-SUdd0dyio&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tribalistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérpretes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tribalistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tribalistas (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Tríade, trinômio, trindade, trímero, triângulo, trio&lt;br /&gt;Trinca, três, terno, triplo, tríplice, tripé, tribo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os tribalistas já não querem ter razão&lt;br /&gt;Não querem ter certeza&lt;br /&gt;Não querem ter juízo nem religião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os tribalistas já não entram em questão&lt;br /&gt;Não entram em doutrina, em fofoca ou discussão&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o tribalismo no pilar da construção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fé em Deus e Pé na Taba&lt;br /&gt;Fé em Deus e Pé na Taba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia já fui chimpanzé&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu ando só com o pé&lt;br /&gt;Dois homens e uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Arnaldo, Carlinhos e Zé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os tribalistas saudosistas do futuro&lt;br /&gt;Abusam do colírio e dos óculos escuros&lt;br /&gt;São turistas assim como você e seu vizinho&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da placenta do planeta azulzinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fé em Deus e Pé na Taba&lt;br /&gt;Fé em Deus e Pé na Taba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia já fui chimpanzé&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu ando só com o pé&lt;br /&gt;Dois homens e uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Arnaldo, Carlinhos e Zé&lt;br /&gt;Dois homens e uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Arnaldo, Carlinhos e Zé&lt;br /&gt;Um dia já fui chimpanzé&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu ando só com o pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fé em Deus e Pé na Taba&lt;br /&gt;Fé em Deus e Pé na Taba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tribalismo é um anti-movimento&lt;br /&gt;Que vai se desintegrar no próximo momento&lt;br /&gt;O tribalismo pode ser e deve ser o que você quiser&lt;br /&gt;Não tem que fazer nada basta ser o que se é&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o tribalismo, mão no teto e chão no pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/tribalistas"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/tribalistas&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-949461870010376174?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/949461870010376174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=949461870010376174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/949461870010376174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/949461870010376174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/encontros.html' title='ENCONTROS'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-3348916288207342482</id><published>2008-09-23T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:23:00.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5lEzGphW78&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5lEzGphW78&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não Deixe o Samba Morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extra do DVD Samba Meu (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Quando eu não puder&lt;br /&gt;Pisar mais na avenida&lt;br /&gt;Quando as minhas pernas&lt;br /&gt;Não puderem agüentar&lt;br /&gt;Levar meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Junto com meu samba&lt;br /&gt;O meu anel de bamba&lt;br /&gt;Entrego a quem mereça usar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;No meio do povo, espiando&lt;br /&gt;Minha escola&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo ou ganhando&lt;br /&gt;Mais um carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Antes de me despedir&lt;br /&gt;Deixo ao sambista mais novo&lt;br /&gt;O meu pedido final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de me despedir&lt;br /&gt;Deixo ao sambista mais novo&lt;br /&gt;O meu pedido final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe o samba morrer&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe o samba acabar&lt;br /&gt;O morro foi feito de samba&lt;br /&gt;De Samba, prá gente sambar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-rita"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-rita&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;ORFEU NEGRO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(1959)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNm_7ejoLXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IlJ8TTmJAAw/s1600-h/orfeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNm_7ejoLXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IlJ8TTmJAAw/s320/orfeu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249437869212708210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SINOPSE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Baseado na peça de Vinícius de Morais, o filme de Marcel Camus foi premiado com o Oscar de Melhor Filme Estrangeiro e com a Palma de Ouro em Cannes. A ação se passa durante o carnaval carioca, no fim da década de 1950, e mantém a estrutura do mito grego. Orfeu  apaixona-se por Eurídice , uma jovem recém-chegada do interior. O interesse do rapaz desperta ciúmes em Mira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;a href="http://epipoca.uol.com.br"&gt;http://epipoca.uol.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&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/494622196215599745-3348916288207342482?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/3348916288207342482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=3348916288207342482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3348916288207342482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3348916288207342482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/samba.html' title='SAMBA'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNm_7ejoLXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IlJ8TTmJAAw/s72-c/orfeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-8570885407593269322</id><published>2008-09-22T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:43:38.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ÁGUA COM AÇÚCAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;E SE FOSSE VERDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Just Like Heaven - 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNhkYPUI7gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZtIJrU63bT8/s1600-h/e+se+fosse+verdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNhkYPUI7gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZtIJrU63bT8/s320/e+se+fosse+verdade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249055733290954242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;David Abbott é um arquiteto que descobre o espírito de uma mulher em seu armário. Ele acaba se apaixonando por ela, que na verdade é Elizabeth Masterson, uma mulher em coma. Só ele pode impedir que os aparelhos dela sejam desligados e que ela parta de vez deste mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.cineplayers.com/"&gt;http://www.cineplayers.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iI8Db9EFOLU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iI8Db9EFOLU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devolve Moço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ana Cañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor e Caos (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Existe aqui uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Uma bruxa, uma princesa, uma diva de beleza&lt;br /&gt;Escolha o que quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ande logo, vá depressa&lt;br /&gt;Nem se atreva a pensar muito&lt;br /&gt;O meu universo ainda despreza&lt;br /&gt;Quem não sabe o que quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração eu pus no bolso&lt;br /&gt;Mas apareceu um moço&lt;br /&gt;Que tirou ele dali&lt;br /&gt;Não, isso não é engraçado&lt;br /&gt;Um coração, assim, roubado&lt;br /&gt;Bate muito acelerado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolve, moço&lt;br /&gt;Devolve, moço&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração no bolso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolve, moço&lt;br /&gt;Devolve, moço&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração no bolso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ana-canas"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ana-canas&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-8570885407593269322?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/8570885407593269322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=8570885407593269322' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/8570885407593269322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/8570885407593269322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/gua-com-acar.html' title='ÁGUA COM AÇÚCAR'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNhkYPUI7gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZtIJrU63bT8/s72-c/e+se+fosse+verdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-6113359089260135277</id><published>2008-09-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:21:59.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VALOR DA AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAIR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Hair - 1979)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNcY-7xQJ7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-j6VpCovI9c/s1600-h/cover-hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNcY-7xQJ7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-j6VpCovI9c/s320/cover-hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248691360198830002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Claude (John Savage), um jovem do Oklahoma que foi recrutado                para a guerra do Vietnã, é "adotado" em                Nova York por um grupo de hippies comandados por Berger (Treat Williams),                que como seus amigos tem conceitos nada convencionais sobre o comportamento                social e tenta convencê-lo dos absurdos da atual sociedade.                Lá Claude também se apaixona por Sheila (Beverly D'Angelo),                uma jovem proveniente de uma rica família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZ4ZiTgnaYI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZ4ZiTgnaYI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bloco do Eu Sozinho (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Ouvi dizer&lt;br /&gt;que teu olhar ao ver a flor&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por que&lt;br /&gt;achou ser de um outro rapaz&lt;br /&gt;Foi capaz de se entregar&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz de tudo pra ganhar você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim...&lt;br /&gt;Minha flor serviu pra que você&lt;br /&gt;achasse alguém&lt;br /&gt;Um outro alguém que me tomou o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiz de tudo pra você perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que era eu...&lt;br /&gt;Tua flor me deu alguém pra amar&lt;br /&gt;E quanto a mim?&lt;br /&gt;Você assim e eu, por final sem meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;E eu tive tudo sem saber quem era eu...&lt;br /&gt;Eu que nunca amei a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Pude, então, enfim, amar... vai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/los-hermanos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/los-hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-6113359089260135277?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/6113359089260135277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=6113359089260135277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6113359089260135277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6113359089260135277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/filme-hair-msica-flor-los-hermanos.html' title='VALOR DA AMIZADE'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNcY-7xQJ7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-j6VpCovI9c/s72-c/cover-hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-4805366847738794174</id><published>2008-09-20T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:21:22.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECORDAR - Anos 90</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;BLOSSOM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quem não lembra dessa série passava por volta do meio-dia no SBT, no final dos anos 90? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNVv57_ml1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/By0LptPyE-Q/s1600-h/blossom_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNVv57_ml1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/By0LptPyE-Q/s320/blossom_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248223981917869906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blossom         &lt;/span&gt;é um seriado americano que conta a história da vida de Blossom, uma         adolescente de 15 anos que vive com seus irmãos Joey,         Anthony e seu pai Nick Russo. Sua mãe se         separou de seu pai e foi morar em Paris, onde Blossom sonha ir para         visitá-la. Ela passa por várias aventuras junto de sua melhor amiga         Six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. É um ótimo seriado,         muito engraçado e divertido. Pois passa por situações reais na vida         dos adolescentes com muito bom humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.blossom.cjb.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.blossom.cjb.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ano de produção: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de 1991 a 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ano de apresentação no Brasil: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.infantv.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.infantv.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quem não lembra dessa música chiclerenta, que embalava as festinhas em 97?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEzh10_xoqw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEzh10_xoqw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbie Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquarium (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Hi, Barbie!&lt;br /&gt;- Hi, Ken!&lt;br /&gt;- You wanna go for a ride?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure, Ken!&lt;br /&gt;- Jump in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Barbie girl in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic its fantastic&lt;br /&gt;You can brush my hair&lt;br /&gt;Undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination my life is your creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Barbie girl in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic its fantastic&lt;br /&gt;You can brush my hair&lt;br /&gt;Undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination my life is your creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a blond female girl in the fat fantasy world&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up, make me talk, I'm your darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour and pain&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play&lt;br /&gt;If you say: "I'm always yours", ooh wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Barbie girl in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic its fantastic&lt;br /&gt;You can brush my hair&lt;br /&gt;Undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination my life is your creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh wow, ooh wow&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh wow, ooh wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please&lt;br /&gt;I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump in, be my friend, let us do it again&lt;br /&gt;Hit the town, fool around, let's go party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play&lt;br /&gt;If you say: "I'm always yours"&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play&lt;br /&gt;If you say: "I'm always yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh wow, ooh wow&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh wow, ooh wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Barbie girl in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic its fantastic&lt;br /&gt;You can brush my hair&lt;br /&gt;Undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination my life is your creation.&lt;br /&gt;(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh wow, ooh wow&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh wow, ooh wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, I'm having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;- Well Barbie, we're just gettin' started&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, I love you Ken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/aqua"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/aqua&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-4805366847738794174?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/4805366847738794174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=4805366847738794174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/4805366847738794174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/4805366847738794174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/recordar-anos-90.html' title='RECORDAR - Anos 90'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNVv57_ml1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/By0LptPyE-Q/s72-c/blossom_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-583400326099049389</id><published>2008-09-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:20:58.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REDENTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNCM3yYOiaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qDQoqz-H6mo/s1600-h/redentor-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNCM3yYOiaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qDQoqz-H6mo/s320/redentor-poster01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246848455930710434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Um                      jornalista aceita ser o laranja de um amigo de infância,                      que é também um empreiteiro envolvido em um                      escândalo imobiliário. Após o fracasso                      do negócio, ele encontra Deus e recebe dele uma missão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br/"&gt;http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EIe4hliRRm8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EIe4hliRRm8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje Eu Quero Sair Só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Acústico MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Se você quer me seguir, Não é seguro&lt;br /&gt;Você não quer me trancar, num quarto  escuro&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes parece até, Que a gente deu um nó&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai me acertar, À queima-roupa&lt;br /&gt;Vem cá, me deixa fugir, me beija a boca&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes parece até que a gente deu um nó&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;Não demora eu tô de volta...Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver se eu tô lá na esquina, devo estar... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;Já deu minha hora e eu não posso ficar... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;A lua me chama, Eu tenho que ir pra rua...Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;A lua me chama, Eu tenho que ir pra  rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só   &lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai me acertar, À queima-roupa&lt;br /&gt;Vem cá, me deixa fugir, me beija a boca&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes parece até que a gente deu um nó&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;Não demora eu tô de volta... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver se eu tô lá na esquina, devo estar... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;Já deu minha hora e eu não posso ficar... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;A lua me chama, Eu tenho que ir pra rua... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;A lua me chama, Eu tenho que ir pra rua... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver se eu tô lá na esquina, devo estar... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;Já deu minha hora e eu não posso ficar... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;A lua me chama, Eu tenho que ir pra rua... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;A lua me chama, chama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchau! Tchau! Tchau! Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;A lua me chama, Eu tenho que ir pra rua... Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;A lua me chama, Eu tenho que ir pra rua...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/lenine"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/lenine&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&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/494622196215599745-583400326099049389?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/583400326099049389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=583400326099049389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/583400326099049389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/583400326099049389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/filme-redentor-msica-hoje-eu-quero-sair.html' title='MISSÃO'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SNCM3yYOiaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qDQoqz-H6mo/s72-c/redentor-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-8385249197138015119</id><published>2008-09-15T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:19:37.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RISOS E SAMBAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MUITO GELO E DOIS DEDOS D'ÁGUA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SM8iTt9-47I/AAAAAAAAAKI/nfqi4ei8yBM/s1600-h/muitogelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SM8iTt9-47I/AAAAAAAAAKI/nfqi4ei8yBM/s320/muitogelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246449813062345650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Roberta (Mariana Ximenes) e Suzana (Paloma Duarte) são irmãs e nutrem um desejo de vingança em relação à avó (Laura Cardoso), que as atormentava na infância com suas idéias rígidas em relaçao à educação das meninas. Elas decidem sequestrar a avó e levá-la para a casa de praia da família. Renato (Ângelo Paes Leme), advogado amigo de Roberta, as acompanha, mas não sabe que a avó está no porta-malas. Francisco (Thiago Lacerda), médico e marido de Suzana, também as acompanha, convencido de que a esposa está usando entorpecentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/"&gt;http://www.interfilmes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Q0W7p4V3xY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Q0W7p4V3xY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alô Fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roberta Sá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que Belo Estranho Dia Para Se Ter Alegria (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Tamborim avisou, cuidado,&lt;br /&gt;Violão respondeu, me espera,&lt;br /&gt;Cavaquinho atacou, dobrado,&lt;br /&gt;Quando o apito chegou, já era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio o surdo e bateu, tão forte,&lt;br /&gt;Que a cuíca gemeu, de medo,&lt;br /&gt;E o pandeiro dançou, que sorte,&lt;br /&gt;Fazer samba não é brinquedo,&lt;br /&gt;Todo mês de fevereiro, morena,&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval te espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querem te botar feitiço, morena,&lt;br /&gt;Mas também pudera,&lt;br /&gt;Se ele pega no teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter gente enlouquecida,&lt;br /&gt;Querendo entender a tua dança,&lt;br /&gt;Querendo saber da tua vida....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/roberta-sa"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/roberta-sa&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/494622196215599745-8385249197138015119?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/8385249197138015119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=8385249197138015119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/8385249197138015119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/8385249197138015119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/filme-muito-gelo-e-dois-dedos-dgua.html' title='RISOS E SAMBAS'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SM8iTt9-47I/AAAAAAAAAKI/nfqi4ei8yBM/s72-c/muitogelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-5336869444584172139</id><published>2008-09-08T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:17:59.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUTAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KILL BILL VOLUME 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="texto_italico"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kill Bill: Vol. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SMXspNs1g9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eSYGCjmHgF0/s1600-h/Kill-Bill-Vol-1-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SMXspNs1g9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eSYGCjmHgF0/s320/Kill-Bill-Vol-1-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243857533939319762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No dia do casamento da 'Noiva' , Bill  e seus comparsas chegam à igreja e fazem uma verdadeira chacina. Mesmo tendo quase morrido, a "Noiva" consegue sobreviver em um profundo coma. Após alguns anos, ela acorda, sedenta por vingança. Vai atrás de um por um dos cinco principais responsáveis pelo ocorrido no que era para ser o dia mais feliz de sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.cineplayers.com/"&gt;http://www.cineplayers.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4q2LFM2iWs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4q2LFM2iWs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorge de Capadócia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prenda Minha (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SMXvXdPaXxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qSuIxbwS6OE/s1600-h/s%C3%A3o_jorge_tatoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SMXvXdPaXxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qSuIxbwS6OE/s320/s%C3%A3o_jorge_tatoo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243860527408111378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Jorge sentou praça na cavalaria&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou feliz porque eu também&lt;br /&gt;Sou da sua companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou vestido com as roupas&lt;br /&gt;E as armas de Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham mãos&lt;br /&gt;E não me toquem&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham pés&lt;br /&gt;E não me alcancem&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham olhos&lt;br /&gt;E não me vejam&lt;br /&gt;E nem mesmo pensamento eles possam ter&lt;br /&gt;Para me fazerem mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armas de fogo, meu corpo não alcançarão&lt;br /&gt;Facas e espadas se quebrem&lt;br /&gt;Sem o meu corpo tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordas e correntes arrebentem&lt;br /&gt;Sem o meu corpo amarrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu estou vestido com as roupas&lt;br /&gt;E as armas de Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é de Capadócia&lt;br /&gt;Salve Jorge, salve Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/caetano-veloso"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/caetano-veloso&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-5336869444584172139?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/5336869444584172139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=5336869444584172139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/5336869444584172139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/5336869444584172139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/filme-kill-bill-v1-msica-jorge-de.html' title='LUTAR'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SMXspNs1g9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eSYGCjmHgF0/s72-c/Kill-Bill-Vol-1-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-491918958615861417</id><published>2008-09-07T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:16:39.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TÃO BELA QUE SÓ PODERIA SE LER DANÇANDO (Quintana)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;14° SANTA MARIA EM DANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 a 14 de setembro de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SMSMDbq2xYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/a1EdzsWSgmw/s1600-h/painel_meio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SMSMDbq2xYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/a1EdzsWSgmw/s320/painel_meio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243469856761103746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De 10 a 14 de setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Onde: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ginásio Recrativo Dores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Horário: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Valor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 pila por noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.santamariaendanca.com.br"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.santamariaemdanca.com.br/"&gt;http://www.santamariaemdanca.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYqIdF-AC0A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYqIdF-AC0A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like A Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corinne Bailey Rea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corinne Bailey Rea (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;you have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;just like oil on my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Honor to love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;with anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;we do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got this look i can't describe,&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I'm alive,&lt;br /&gt;when everything else is a fade,&lt;br /&gt;without a doubt you're on my side,&lt;br /&gt;heaven has been away too long,&lt;br /&gt;can't find the words to write this song&lt;br /&gt;Of your love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;with anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;we do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to understand,&lt;br /&gt;the way it is,&lt;br /&gt;It's not a secret anymore,&lt;br /&gt;'cause we've been through that before,&lt;br /&gt;from tonight I know that you're the only one,&lt;br /&gt;I've been confused and in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;now I understand,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah-yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh......Ooohhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;with anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I won't let my guard down,&lt;br /&gt;for anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;we do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;you have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;just like oil on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/corinne-bailey-rae"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/corinne-bailey-rae&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/494622196215599745-491918958615861417?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/491918958615861417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=491918958615861417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/491918958615861417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/491918958615861417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/dana-14-santa-maria-em-dana-msica-like.html' title='TÃO BELA QUE SÓ PODERIA SE LER DANÇANDO (Quintana)'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SMSMDbq2xYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/a1EdzsWSgmw/s72-c/painel_meio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-6118959434464600367</id><published>2008-09-06T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:15:35.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APARÊNCIA x ESSÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O PROFISSIONAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Léon &lt;/span&gt;- 1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SML2E3tdk3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/77z_m7m_kPg/s1600-h/o+profissional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SML2E3tdk3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/77z_m7m_kPg/s320/o+profissional.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243023479747220338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;           Esse filme foi um achado bem interessante, estava eu em casa num sábado à noite, sem nada o que fazer, eis que encontro passando no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supercine &lt;/span&gt;da Rede Globo essa pérola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nicialmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, pode parecer um simples filme &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;policial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, n&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o entanto&lt;/span&gt;, no transcorrer dos acontecimentos percebemos uma incrível sensibilidade neste filme. Principalmente na relação do "profissional" com a jovem estreante Natalie Portman, de 11 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Em Nova York o assassino profissional Leon (Jean Reno) não vê sentido na vida. Quando a família vizinha é morta por policiais envolvidos com drogas ele decide proteger Mathilda (Natalie Portman), uma menina de 12 anos que é a única sobrevivente da família. Ela deseja se tornar uma assassina, para poder vingar a morte do seu irmão de 4 anos. Enquanto ela cuida da casa e ensina o pistoleiro a ler e a escrever, ele lhe ensina o básico de como manejar uma arma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com.br/"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/utKqlPwDkFo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/utKqlPwDkFo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spoiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joss Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mind, Body &amp;amp; Soul (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I kinda thought that I'd be better off by myself&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so wrong before&lt;br /&gt;You made it impossible for me to ever&lt;br /&gt;Love somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And now I don't know what I left you for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I thought that I could replace you&lt;br /&gt;He can't love me the way you do&lt;br /&gt;'Till now I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm spoiled&lt;br /&gt;By your love boy&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try to change my mind&lt;br /&gt;What's the point it's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;I'm spoiled by your touch boy&lt;br /&gt;The love you give is just too hard to fight&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to live without you in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm spoiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell myself that I'd be over you in a week or two&lt;br /&gt;But baby that was 'bout a year ago&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen the word love so personified as I do with you&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I just can't let go, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoil me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would only be fooling myself if I tried to&lt;br /&gt;Believe there's room for someone else in my heart&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no way I'm getting over you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I've been trying to prove&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeless, helpless when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spoiled yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/joss-stone"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/joss-stone&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&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/494622196215599745-6118959434464600367?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/6118959434464600367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=6118959434464600367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6118959434464600367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6118959434464600367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/filme-o-profissional-msica-spoiled-joss.html' title='APARÊNCIA x ESSÊNCIA'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SML2E3tdk3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/77z_m7m_kPg/s72-c/o+profissional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-5846468315834833222</id><published>2008-09-03T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:14:17.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIGIOSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CAFUNDÓ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Cafundó - 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SL9e1mJiQVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8Xl7hC00E1M/s1600-h/cartaz_cafundo_maior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SL9e1mJiQVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8Xl7hC00E1M/s320/cartaz_cafundo_maior.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242012766149165394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE: Um                      tropeiro, ex-escravo deslumbrado com o mundo em transformação                      e desesperado para viver nele. Este choque leva-o ao fundo                      do poço. Derrotado, ele se abandona nos braços                      da inspiração, alucina-se, ilumina-se, é                      capaz de ver Deus! Uma visão em que se mistura a magia                      de suas raízes negras, com a glória da civilização                      judaico-cristã. Sua missão é ajudar o                      próximo. Ele se crê capaz de curar, e acaba curando.                      O triunfo da loucura da fé! Sua morte, nos anos 40,                      transforma-o numa das lendas que formou a alma brasileira                      e, até hoje, nas lojas de produtos religiosos, encontramos                      sua imagem: O Preto Velho, João de Camargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br/"&gt;http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvWGF_ULuOI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvWGF_ULuOI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérpretes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beth Carvalho e Mariene de Castro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abre Caminho&lt;/span&gt; (Mariene de Castro - 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Lua cheia é mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;acobreada de luz&lt;br /&gt;na sombra de uma Jaqueira&lt;br /&gt;vejo que é prata e chão&lt;br /&gt;muita palha na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Atolô no coração&lt;br /&gt;banho de flora alva&lt;br /&gt;alveja os caminhos da proteção&lt;br /&gt;Tá na beira do mar&lt;br /&gt;nas folhas de Sultão&lt;br /&gt;no metal de ogunhê&lt;br /&gt;Vento raio e trovão&lt;br /&gt;Tá na voz mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;Que tem graça nas Mãos&lt;br /&gt;Orumilá bendisse&lt;br /&gt;será a voz da canção&lt;br /&gt;Dentre as chagas dessa&lt;br /&gt;Pra tristeza não tem perdão&lt;br /&gt;Os marris há muito abrigam a raiz da salvação&lt;br /&gt;Entre as peles mais bonitas&lt;br /&gt;sedas, marrins e corais&lt;br /&gt;a riqueza mais precisa é saúde amor e paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/mariene-de-castro"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/mariene-de-castro&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&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/494622196215599745-5846468315834833222?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/5846468315834833222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=5846468315834833222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/5846468315834833222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/5846468315834833222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/09/religiosidade.html' title='RELIGIOSIDADE'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SL9e1mJiQVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8Xl7hC00E1M/s72-c/cartaz_cafundo_maior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-3689097477830701832</id><published>2008-08-31T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:14:15.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLESMENTE VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SLtkHEDYGDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jke1UnCEcqY/s1600-h/tempo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SLtkHEDYGDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jke1UnCEcqY/s320/tempo-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240892663885469746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://outrosversos.blogspot.com/2007/12/vida.html"&gt;A Vida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                 A vida são deveres que nós trouxemos&lt;br /&gt;               pra fazer em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Quando se vê já são seis horas!&lt;br /&gt;               Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira...&lt;br /&gt;               Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;br /&gt;               Quando se vê, passaram-se 50 anos!&lt;br /&gt;               Agora, é tarde demais para ser reprovado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Se me fosse dado, um dia, outra oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;               eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;br /&gt;               Seguiria sempre em frente&lt;br /&gt;               e iria jogando, pelo caminho a casca dourada&lt;br /&gt;               e inútil das horas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Dessa forma eu digo,&lt;br /&gt;               não deixe de fazer algo que gosta&lt;br /&gt;               devido à falta de tempo,&lt;br /&gt;               a única falta que terá,&lt;br /&gt;               será desse tempo&lt;br /&gt;               que infelizmente não voltará mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Mário Quintana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-u2emGp-0ok&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-u2emGp-0ok&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chasing Pavements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I've made up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to think it over,&lt;br /&gt;If i'm wrong i am right,&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to look no further,&lt;br /&gt;This ain't lust,&lt;br /&gt;I know this is love but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i tell the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never say enough,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it was not said to you,&lt;br /&gt;And thats exactly what i need to do,&lt;br /&gt;If i'm in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even if i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd build myself up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fly around in circles,&lt;br /&gt;Wait then as my heart drops,&lt;br /&gt;And my back begins to tingle&lt;br /&gt;Finally could this be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even if i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even if i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/adele"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/adele&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele &lt;/span&gt;é mais uma dessas cantoras que a crítica insisti em dizer que é a "nova &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/span&gt;". A menina de apenas 20 anos é, sem dúvida, muto talentosa; tem, no entanto, o direito de fazer sucesso sem estar na sombra de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como ela mesmo diz: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não sou uma divulgadora de modinhas - Eu sou uma CANTORA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/494622196215599745-3689097477830701832?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/3689097477830701832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=3689097477830701832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3689097477830701832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/3689097477830701832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/08/poema-vida-mario-quintana-msica-chasing.html' title='SIMPLESMENTE VIDA'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SLtkHEDYGDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jke1UnCEcqY/s72-c/tempo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-1454725116070862560</id><published>2008-08-29T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:16:11.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NORDESTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O HOMEM QUE DESAFIOU O DIABO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SLf0SsD_0LI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SI3JV9v0Et4/s1600-h/o+homem+diabo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SLf0SsD_0LI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SI3JV9v0Et4/s320/o+homem+diabo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239925293371609266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Zé Araújo é um caixiero-viajante que, ao chegar em Jardim dos Caiacós, acaba seduzindo a filha de um comerciante e sendo obrigado a casar com ela. Isso transforma Araújo em um escravo do sogro, nos negócios, e da mulher, na cama. Quando ele percebe que está se tornando motivo de piada na cidade, resolve acabar com essa vida e começar uma nova. Só que, desta vez como Ojuara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/"&gt;http://www.interfilmes.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Destaque para o DIABO, o ator é fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TADEaacJQTY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TADEaacJQTY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cordel do Fogo Encantado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cordel do Fogo Encantado (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;O pão que nasce do fogo&lt;br /&gt;Na roda da saia&lt;br /&gt;Na gira da terra&lt;br /&gt;O vento que rasga telhado&lt;br /&gt;Tambor ritmado&lt;br /&gt;Trompetes de guerra&lt;br /&gt;A guerra que traz a poeira&lt;br /&gt;Que bate na gente&lt;br /&gt;Poeira que vem do sertão&lt;br /&gt;Configuração&lt;br /&gt;Bafo quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem poeira&lt;br /&gt;Vem poeira&lt;br /&gt;Vem poeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago poeira da terra queimada e a fumaça&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Sequidão* sequidão pojuca&lt;br /&gt;Malhada Craíba&lt;br /&gt;Juazeiro torto&lt;br /&gt;Moxotó velado&lt;br /&gt;Serra das Varas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago poeira da terra queimada e a fumaça&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Sequidão sequidão pojuca&lt;br /&gt;Malhada Craíba&lt;br /&gt;Juazeiro torto&lt;br /&gt;Moxotó velado&lt;br /&gt;Cabrobó Floresta Belém do São Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Terra das Massas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/cordel-do-fogo-encantado"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/cordel-do-fogo-encantado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/cordel-do-fogo-encantado"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/494622196215599745-1454725116070862560?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/1454725116070862560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=1454725116070862560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1454725116070862560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1454725116070862560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/08/nordeste.html' title='NORDESTE'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SLf0SsD_0LI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SI3JV9v0Et4/s72-c/o+homem+diabo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-6598580739042369317</id><published>2008-08-25T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:01:51.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAL MÃE, TAL FILHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A MÃE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aV7vD9X_uYM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aV7vD9X_uYM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alô, alô marciano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elis Regina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudade do Brasil (1980)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Alô, alô, marciano&lt;br /&gt;Aqui quem fala é da Terra&lt;br /&gt;Pra variar estamos em guerra&lt;br /&gt;Você não imagina a loucura&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano ta na maior fissura porque&lt;br /&gt;Tá cada vez mais down o high society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;O high society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alô, alô, marciano&lt;br /&gt;A crise tá virando zona&lt;br /&gt;Cada um por si todo mundo na lona&lt;br /&gt;E lá se foi a mordomia&lt;br /&gt;Tem muito rei aí pedindo alforria porque&lt;br /&gt;Tá cada vez mais down o high society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;O high society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alô, alô, marciano&lt;br /&gt;A coisa tá ficando russa&lt;br /&gt;Muita patrulha, muita bagunça&lt;br /&gt;O muro começou a pichar&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre um aiatolá pra atola Alá&lt;br /&gt;Tá cada vez mais down o high society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;O high society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alô, alô, marciano&lt;br /&gt;Aqui quem fala é da Terra&lt;br /&gt;Pra variar estamos em guerra&lt;br /&gt;Você não imagina a loucura&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano ta na maior fissura porque&lt;br /&gt;Tá cada vez mais down o high society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;O high society&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A FILHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jz2cK1XJ35A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jz2cK1XJ35A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segundo (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem pra misturar juizo e carnaval&lt;br /&gt;vem trair a solidão&lt;br /&gt;vem pra separar o lado bom do mal&lt;br /&gt;e acalmar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem pra me tirar o escuro e a sensação&lt;br /&gt;de que o inferno é por aqui&lt;br /&gt;vem pra se arrumar na minha confusão&lt;br /&gt;vem querendo ser feliz&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Genética, é genética. Tá no sangue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/494622196215599745-6598580739042369317?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/6598580739042369317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=6598580739042369317' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6598580739042369317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/6598580739042369317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/08/tal-me-tal-filha.html' title='TAL MÃE, TAL FILHA'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-394918231547075843</id><published>2008-08-19T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:03:21.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIlme: Closer - Perto Demais; Música: É Isso Aí (Paula Lima)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;CLOSER - PERTO DEMAIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Closer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SKuT8DBRFhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/km_JLPZr4PY/s1600-h/closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SKuT8DBRFhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/km_JLPZr4PY/s320/closer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236441651560388114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse filme pode ser descrito por três palavras: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doce, sutil e agressivo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Já é um dos clássicos do cinema mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna (Julia Roberts) é uma fotógrafa bem sucedida,                que se divorciou recentemente. Ela conhece e seduz Dan (Jude Law),                um aspirante a romancista que ganha a vida escrevendo obituários,                mas se casa com Larry (Clive Owen). Dan mantém um caso secreto                com Anna mesmo após ela se casar e usa Alice (Natalie Portman),                uma stripper, como musa inspiradora para ganhar confiança                e tentar conquistar o amor de Anna.&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com.br/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(http://www.adorocinema.com.br&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXKS64s9zOk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXKS64s9zOk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É Isso Aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paula Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É Isso Aí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;É Isso ai&lt;br /&gt;E isso ai&lt;br /&gt;Preparei uma roda de samba só pra ele&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ele não sambar isso é problema dele&lt;br /&gt;Entreguei um palpite seguro só pra ele&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ele não jogar isso é problema dele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é problema dele   Isso é problema dele&lt;br /&gt;Isso é problema dele   Esse problema é só dele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô cansada de andar por ai curtindo o que não é&lt;br /&gt;Preocupada em pintar uma jogada que da pé&lt;br /&gt;Só que tem que eu to numa tão certa que ninguém me diz&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu sou o que devo fazer o que eu não fiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separei um pedaço de bolo só pra ele&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ele não provar isso é problema dele&lt;br /&gt;Inventei na semana um domingo só pra ele&lt;br /&gt;Se ele for trabalhar isso é problema dele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cansada de andar por ai.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei roupa sandália e sapato só pra ele&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ele não usar     isso é problema dele&lt;br /&gt;Aluguei uma roda gigante só pra ele&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ele não rodar    isso é problema dele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/494622196215599745-394918231547075843?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/394918231547075843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=394918231547075843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/394918231547075843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/394918231547075843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/08/filme-closer-perto-demais-msica-isso.html' title='FIlme: Closer - Perto Demais; Música: É Isso Aí (Paula Lima)'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SKuT8DBRFhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/km_JLPZr4PY/s72-c/closer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-9011308480372185649</id><published>2008-08-10T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:02:16.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Influências</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fabiana Cozza&lt;/span&gt; é uma cantora para ser vista. Não que não tenha uma linda voz - tem sim, e sabe bem como usá-la. Mas é daquelas artistas que viram monstros quando sobem no palco. Atriz dos versos que canta, ela transforma qualquer canção em um longa-metragem, em uma peça em três atos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicadebolso.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(http://www.musicadebolso.com.br)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IkoSi8b5a8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canto de Ossanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fabiana Cozza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;CD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Quando o céu clarear (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Homem que diz dou, não dá&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem dá mesmo não diz&lt;br /&gt;O homem que diz vou, não vai&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando foi já não quis&lt;br /&gt;Homem que diz sou, não é&lt;br /&gt;Quem é mesmo é não sou&lt;br /&gt;Tô, não tá, ninguém está quando quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coitado do homem que cai no canto de Ossanha, traidor&lt;br /&gt;Coitado do homem que vai atrás de mandinga de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai, vai&lt;br /&gt;Não vou&lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai, vai,vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer! Que eu não sou ninguém de ir&lt;br /&gt;em conversa de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;a tristeza de um amor&lt;br /&gt;que passou&lt;br /&gt;Não! eu só vou se vou pra ver&lt;br /&gt;uma estrela aparecer&lt;br /&gt;na manhã de um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aieô, sinhô&lt;br /&gt;Saravá&lt;br /&gt;Xangô me mandou lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;Se é canto de Ossanha não vá&lt;br /&gt;Que muito vai se arrepender&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte ao seu orixá&lt;br /&gt;Amor só é bom se doer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai, vai amar&lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai, vai, vai sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai, vai, vai, vai, vai chorar&lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai, vai, vai, vai dizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sou ninguém de ir&lt;br /&gt;em conversa de esquecer a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;de um amor que passou&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu só vou se for pra ver&lt;br /&gt;uma estrela aparecer&lt;br /&gt;na manhã de um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai, vai, vai, vai chorar&lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai, vai, vai&lt;br /&gt;Vai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/fabiana-cozza"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/fabiana-cozza&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marina de La Riva&lt;/span&gt; é uma cantora brasileira que mistura elementos da música cubana com elementos da música brasileira em suas canções. Seu primeiro e único disco, de nome homônimo ao da cantora, foi não só muito bem recebido pelo público, como também pela crítica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iRsIKLlkvDA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iRsIKLlkvDA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tin tin deo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marina de La Riva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marina de La Riva (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Oya mi negro que yo te canto esta rumba mía&lt;br /&gt;Oya mi negro que yo te canto esta rumba mía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la rumba ó Tin Tin Deo&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la rumba ó Tin Tin Deo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa ra ra ra tin tin deo&lt;br /&gt;Pa ra ra ra tin tin deo&lt;br /&gt;Ó Tin Tin Deo&lt;br /&gt;Ó Tin Tin Deo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela só quer, só pensa em namorar&lt;br /&gt;Ela só quer, só pensa em namorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/marina-de-la-riva"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/marina-de-la-riva&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&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/494622196215599745-9011308480372185649?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/9011308480372185649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=9011308480372185649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/9011308480372185649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/9011308480372185649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/08/influncias.html' title='Influências'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7953894938986483581</id><published>2008-08-06T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:12:45.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETORNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTELO, O mouro de Veneza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SJmuVS1GcfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YwqXgi10UP4/s1600-h/otelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SJmuVS1GcfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YwqXgi10UP4/s320/otelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231404123022586354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;William Shakespeare (1564-1616) é, sem dúvida, um dos maiores dramaturgos de todos os tempos, suas peças tratam de assuntos atemporais, abordando assuntos de caráter universal. A tragédia &lt;i&gt;Otelo, o Mouro de Veneza&lt;/i&gt; foi publicada pela primeira vez por volta de 1622; sua composição, no entanto, é datada de 1604. Toda a história gira entorno da traição e inveja. A ação se estabelece a partir de quatro personagens: Otelo (um general mouro que serve o reino de Veneza), sua esposa Desdêmona, seu tenente Cássio, e seu sub-oficial Iago. Diferente de outras histórias de tragédias, esta não contém parte cômica. Por causa dos seus temas variados — racismo, amor, ciúme e traição - continua a desempenhar relevante papel para os dias atuais, e ainda é muito popular.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;O vibrante estilo de escrever, as narrativas sofisticadas, e a complexidade emocional das peças de Shakespeare serviram de inspiração para o grupo &lt;i&gt;Traduzindo e Encenando Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;, trabalho esse que resultou numa peça de duas horas e meia. A tradução da peça resultou da dissertação de mestrado de Enéias Tavares, mestre em estudos literários pela UFSM, e a direção teatral sob responsabilidade Aline Castaman, professora da UFSM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Otelo, O mouro de Veneza - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Theatro Treze de Maio - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dias 07 e 08 de agosto de 2008 - 20h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3G-osZzQ--4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3G-osZzQ--4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Música: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Não Vale A Pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Intérprete: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Maria Rita (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Ficou difícil, tudo aquilo, nada disso&lt;br /&gt;Sobrou meu velho vício de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Pular de precipício em precipício, ossos do oficio&lt;br /&gt;Pagar pra ver o invisível e depois enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Que é uma pena, mas você não vale a pena, não vale uma fisgada dessa dor&lt;br /&gt;Não cabe como rima de um poema, de tão pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai e vem, e envenena, e me condena ao rancor&lt;br /&gt;De repente cai o nível e eu me sinto uma imbecil&lt;br /&gt;Repetindo, repetindo, repetindo como num disco riscado&lt;br /&gt;O velho texto batido dos amantes mal amados, dos amores mal vividos&lt;br /&gt;E o terror de ser deixada&lt;br /&gt;Cutucando, relembrando, reabrindo a mesma velha ferida&lt;br /&gt;E é pra não ter recaída que não me deixo esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que é uma pena, mas você não vale a pena, não vale uma fisgada dessa dor&lt;br /&gt;Não cabe como rima de um poema, de tão pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai e vem, e envenena, e me condena ao rancor&lt;br /&gt;De repente cai o nível e eu me sinto uma imbecil&lt;br /&gt;Repetindo, repetindo, repetindo como num disco riscado&lt;br /&gt;O velho texto batido dos amantes mal amados, dos amores mal vividos&lt;br /&gt;E o terror de ser deixada&lt;br /&gt;Cutucando, relembrando, reabrindo a mesma velha ferida&lt;br /&gt;E é pra não ter recaída que não me deixo esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que é uma pena, mas você não vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-rita"&gt;vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-rita&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/494622196215599745-7953894938986483581?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/7953894938986483581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=7953894938986483581' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7953894938986483581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7953894938986483581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/08/teatro-otelo-o-mouro-de-veneza-msica-no.html' title='RETORNO'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SJmuVS1GcfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YwqXgi10UP4/s72-c/otelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7865059118992136818</id><published>2008-08-05T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:11:28.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUTILEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O FABULOSO DESTINO DE AMELIE POULAIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain - 2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SJiqrTxgi7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/qT_bsd4LiaU/s1600-h/le_fabuleux_destin_d_amelie_poulain_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SJiqrTxgi7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/qT_bsd4LiaU/s320/le_fabuleux_destin_d_amelie_poulain_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231118628209855410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Filme brilhante e sutil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;O fabuloso destino de Amelie Poulain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; consegue apresentar um brilho, que normalmente passa despercebido por nossos olhos, existente em cada momento do dia a dia. Quem gosta de apreciar um bom e delicado filme, vale a pena conferir os Prazeses de Amelie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;SINOPSE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Após deixar a vida de subúrbio que levava com                a família, a inocente Amélie (Audrey Tautou) muda-se                para o bairro parisiense de Montmartre, onde começa a trabalhar                como garçonete. Certo dia encontra uma caixa escondida no                banheiro de sua casa e, pensando que pertencesse ao antigo morador,                decide procurá-lo ­ e é assim que encontra Dominique                (Maurice Bénichou). Ao ver que ele chora de alegria ao reaver                o seu objeto, a moça fica impressionada e adquire uma nova                visão do mundo. Então, a partir de pequenos gestos,                ela passa a ajudar as pessoas que a rodeiam, vendo nisto um novo                sentido para sua existência. Contudo, ainda sente falta de                um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.adorocinema.com.br"&gt;www.adorocinema.com.br&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdWyaqSLYPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdWyaqSLYPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Know I'm No Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back To Black (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard&lt;br /&gt;Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;You say what did you do with him today?&lt;br /&gt;And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're my fella, my guy&lt;br /&gt;Hand me your stella and fly&lt;br /&gt;By the time I'm out the door&lt;br /&gt;You're ten men down like Roger Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated myself&lt;br /&gt;Like I knew I would&lt;br /&gt;I told ya, I was trouble&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy&lt;br /&gt;He's in the place, but I can't get joy&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run out to meet you, chips and pitta&lt;br /&gt;You say we'll marry 'cause you're not bitter&lt;br /&gt;There'll be none of him no more&lt;br /&gt;I cried for you on the kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated myself&lt;br /&gt;Like I knew I would&lt;br /&gt;I told ya, I was trouble&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain&lt;br /&gt;We're like how we were again&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the tub you on the seat&lt;br /&gt;Lick your lips as I soak my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you notice little carpet burn&lt;br /&gt;My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn&lt;br /&gt;You shrug and it's the worst&lt;br /&gt;To truly stuck the knife in first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated myself like I knew I would&lt;br /&gt;I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good&lt;br /&gt;I cheated myself, like I knew I would&lt;br /&gt;I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.vagalume.uol.com.br/amy-winehouse"&gt;www.vagalume.uol.com.br/amy-winehouse&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/494622196215599745-7865059118992136818?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/7865059118992136818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=7865059118992136818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-1816314527642228386</id><published>2008-07-29T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:59:40.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVAS DA SOUL MUSIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SOUL MUSIC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é um gênero específico de música que nasceu do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hythm and blues&lt;/span&gt; e do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="mw-redirect"&gt;gospel&lt;/span&gt; durante o final dos anos 50 e início dos 60 entre os negros norte-americanos, quando o uso do adjetivo &lt;i&gt;soul&lt;/i&gt; se tornou comum. Este uso apareceu nos EUA justamente numa época de vários movimentos de liberalismo social, tanto com a revolução dos jovens com o uso das drogas, como os movimentos anti-guerra e anti-racial. O termo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; implica que o Negro, nos &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;EUA&lt;/span&gt; tem alma, aludindo ao abuso sofrido na mãos dos homens brancos, &lt;i&gt;"sem alma"&lt;/i&gt;, e assim se diferenciando de outras raças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A RAINHA DO SOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/STKkWj2WpWM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/STKkWj2WpWM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Say A Little Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aretha Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aretha Now&lt;/span&gt; (1968)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Say A Little Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;The moment I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;before I put on my make up&lt;br /&gt;I say a little prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;While combing my hair now&lt;br /&gt;And wondering what dress to wear now&lt;br /&gt;I say a little prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;Forever,and ever, you'll stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever we never will part&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love you&lt;br /&gt;Together,together that's how it must be&lt;br /&gt;To live without you&lt;br /&gt;Would only be heart break for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run for the bus dear,&lt;br /&gt;while riding I think of us, dear&lt;br /&gt;i say a little prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;At work I just take time,&lt;br /&gt;and all through my coffee break time&lt;br /&gt;I say a little prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling' believe me,&lt;br /&gt;for me there is no one but you&lt;br /&gt;Please love me too&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Answer my prayer&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you answer  my prayer, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You know every day I say a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;I say, I say, I say a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/aretha-franklin"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/aretha-franklin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Aretha Franklin, a  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rainha do Soul&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dama do Soul&lt;/span&gt;, é reconhecida por suas habilidades na música soul e R&amp;amp;B, mas também é uma adepta de jazz, &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;, blues, pop e até mesmo ópera. Ela é geralmente reconhecida como uma das melhores vocalistas da história da música por publicações de porte da &lt;i&gt;Revista Rolling Stone&lt;/i&gt; e do canal de televisão VH1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A MAIS NOVA ESTRELA DO SOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkkmQNA_aRs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkkmQNA_aRs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Música&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Warwick Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rockyferry&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by the entrance of the tube&lt;br /&gt;We can talk things over little time&lt;br /&gt;But promise me you wont stand by the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Please draw the past and be true&lt;br /&gt;Don't say we're okay&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm here&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me bad but I wont shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you for the last time baby&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving,&lt;br /&gt;But you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;And I've been confused&lt;br /&gt;Outta my mind lately&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving,&lt;br /&gt;But I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;You've hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend an hour but no more than two&lt;br /&gt;Our only chance to speak once more&lt;br /&gt;I showed you answers, now here's the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell baby there we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm leaving you for the last time baby&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving,&lt;br /&gt;But you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;And I've been confused&lt;br /&gt;An outta my mind lately&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving,&lt;br /&gt;But you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;You've hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the days spent together&lt;br /&gt;I wish for better,&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't want the train to come&lt;br /&gt;Now it's departed, I'm broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we never started&lt;br /&gt;All those days spent together&lt;br /&gt;When I wished for better&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't want the train to come.&lt;br /&gt;No, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving&lt;br /&gt;But you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;You've hurt me&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Baby you've hurt me&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                    (&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/duffy"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/duffy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Duffy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;é uma cantora de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;País de Gales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Tornou-se famosa em todo o mundo com o lançamento do single Mercy, que alcançou a 1ª posição em mais de 12 países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/494622196215599745-1816314527642228386?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/1816314527642228386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=1816314527642228386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1816314527642228386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/1816314527642228386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/07/divas-da-soul-music.html' title='DIVAS DA SOUL MUSIC'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7721570001309564660</id><published>2008-07-28T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:10:23.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUALISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hk1YhG9Gtiw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hk1YhG9Gtiw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rap do Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intérpretes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nosso Barulho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sempre me arrepio quando ouço essa canção, a atmosfera criada pelo grupo é fantástica. É emocionante. Incrível como uma música desprestigiada como este funk pode se transformar numa obra dessas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rap do Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hk1YhG9Gtiw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Era um domingo de sol, ele saiu de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Pra jogar seu futebol, deu uma rosa pra irmã.&lt;br /&gt;Deu um beijo nas crianças, prometeu não demorar&lt;br /&gt;Falou com sua esposa que iria vir pra almoçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era trabalhador, pegava o trem lotado&lt;br /&gt;Tinha boa vizinhança, era considerado.&lt;br /&gt;E todo mundo dizia que era um cara maneiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos o criticavam porque ele era funkeiro.&lt;br /&gt;O funk não é modismo, é uma necessidade&lt;br /&gt;É pra calar os gemidos que existem nessa cidade.&lt;br /&gt;E todo mundo devia nessa história se ligar&lt;br /&gt;Porque tem muito amigo que vai pro baile dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer dos atritos, deixar a briga pra lá&lt;br /&gt;E entender o sentido quando o DJ detonar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha&lt;br /&gt;Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família.&lt;br /&gt;É só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha&lt;br /&gt;Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoitecia, ele se preparava&lt;br /&gt;É pra curtir o seu baile que em suas veias rolava.&lt;br /&gt;Pôs boné e uma camisa, tênis que comprou suado&lt;br /&gt;E bem antes da hora, ele já estava arrumado.&lt;br /&gt;Se reuniu com a galera, pegou o bonde lotado&lt;br /&gt;Os seus olhos brilhavam, ele estava animado.&lt;br /&gt;Sua alegria era tanta ao ver que tinha chegado&lt;br /&gt;Foi o primeiro a descer e por alguns foi saudado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas naquela triste esquina, um sujeito apareceu&lt;br /&gt;Com a cara amarrada, sua alma estava um breu.&lt;br /&gt;Carregava um ferro em uma de suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Apertou o gatilho sem dar qualquer explicação.&lt;br /&gt;E o pobre do nosso amigo que foi pro baile curtir&lt;br /&gt;Hoje com sua família não irá dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha&lt;br /&gt;Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família.&lt;br /&gt;Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha&lt;br /&gt;Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/chicas"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/chicas)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LADO A LADO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stepmom - 1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SI3YBMLy6-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-tpGDcuIlY/s1600-h/Stepmom+%281998%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SI3YBMLy6-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-tpGDcuIlY/s320/Stepmom+%281998%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228072257409182690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um dos meus filmes preferidos de Julia Roberts, perdendo somente para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;O Casamento do Meu Melhor Amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (1997) e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(2004).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SINOPSE:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Uma jovem de doze anos e                um garoto de sete, filhos de pais separados, não aceitam                a nova namorada de seu pai, uma bela e renomada fotógrafa. O garoto ainda tolera a situação, mas a adolescente                não se conforma com a separação e com fato de seu pai e a namorada                viverem juntos, pois isto significa que as chances de reconciliação                de seus pais se tornam quase nulas. Por sua vez, a mãe das crianças ainda alimenta esta briga, fazendo o gênero "mãe                perfeita". A fotógrafa faz de tudo para agradar as crianças,                chegando ao ponto de dar tanta atenção aos enteados que acaba perdendo                o emprego, pois deixou de ser a profissional competente que era.                Até que uma notícia inesperada muda completamente a relação entre                os familiares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/lado-a-lado/lado-a-lado.asp"&gt;http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/lado-a-lado/lado-a-lado.asp&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/494622196215599745-7721570001309564660?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/7721570001309564660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=7721570001309564660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7721570001309564660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7721570001309564660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/07/msica-rap-do-silva-filme-lado-lado.html' title='DUALISMO'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SI3YBMLy6-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-tpGDcuIlY/s72-c/Stepmom+%281998%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7036960947298863075</id><published>2008-07-27T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:08:54.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(RE)NASCIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A CURA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cure &lt;/span&gt;- 1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SIzKCIELQzI/AAAAAAAAAII/cLqYLo0ANNY/s1600-h/cure_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SIzKCIELQzI/AAAAAAAAAII/cLqYLo0ANNY/s320/cure_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227775405343851314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para (re)iniciar este blog, indico um dos filmes que marcou a minha infância: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A CURA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida, uma obra-prima sobre amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca viu esse filme e chorou feito criança?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SINOPSE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erik é um garoto solitário que atravessa todas as barreiras que o preconceito ergueu e se torna amigo do seu vizinho, Dexter, um garoto de 11 anos que tem AIDS. Erik se torna muito ligado a Linda, a mãe de Dexter, e na verdade fica mais próximo dela que da sua própria mãe, Gail, que é negligente com ele e quase nunca lhe dá atenção. Quando os dois garotos lêem que um médico de Nova Orleans descobriu a cura da AIDS, os meninos tentam chegar a este médico para conseguir a cura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/"&gt;www.interfilmes.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mXTHk3uuefQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mXTHk3uuefQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zé do Caroço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariana Aydar e Leci Brandão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kavita 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em ano eleitoral, o que mais queremos é que existam muitos e muitos Zés do Caroço. Vale a pena ouvir a canção de Leci Brandrão, tão bem interpretada por essas duas grandes cantoras. Reparem na humildade de Brandão e na simplicidade de Aydar. É arrepiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zé do Caroço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No serviço de auto-falante&lt;br /&gt;Do morro do Pau da Bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Quem avisa é o Zé do Caroço&lt;br /&gt;Que amanhã vai fazer alvoroço&lt;br /&gt;Alertando a favela inteira&lt;br /&gt;Como eu queria que fosse em mangueira&lt;br /&gt;Que existisse outro Zé do Caroço&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer de uma vez pra esse moço&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval não é esse colosso&lt;br /&gt;Nossa escola é raiz, é madeira&lt;br /&gt;Mas é o Morro do Pau da Bandeira&lt;br /&gt;De uma Vila Isabel verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;O Zé do Caroço trabalha&lt;br /&gt;O Zé do Caroço batalha&lt;br /&gt;E que malha o preço da feira&lt;br /&gt;E na hora que a televisão brasileira&lt;br /&gt;Distrái toda gente com a sua novela&lt;br /&gt;É que o Zé põe a boca no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ele faz um discurso profundo&lt;br /&gt;Ele quer ver o bem da favela&lt;br /&gt;Está nascendo um novo líder&lt;br /&gt;No morro do Pau da Bandeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/mariana-aydar"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(http://vagalume.uol.com.br/mariana-aydar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/494622196215599745-7036960947298863075?l=pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/feeds/7036960947298863075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=494622196215599745&amp;postID=7036960947298863075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7036960947298863075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/494622196215599745/posts/default/7036960947298863075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudointelectualin.blogspot.com/2008/07/filme-cura.html' title='(RE)NASCIMENTO'/><author><name>Pseudointelectual In Manifesto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/S5RW8WBzvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UB2rAd2SVfA/S220/DSC_0462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBpD_gBT1U/SIzKCIELQzI/AAAAAAAAAII/cLqYLo0ANNY/s72-c/cure_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
