<?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-7023037524659179637</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:52:24.300-03:00</updated><category term='L'/><category term='B'/><category term='M'/><category term='V'/><category term='A'/><category term='O'/><category term='G'/><category term='C'/><category term='T'/><category term='P'/><category term='F'/><category term='Q'/><category term='S'/><category term='J'/><category term='E'/><category term='Z'/><category term='I'/><category term='D'/><category term='R'/><category term='N'/><title type='text'>Verbetes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-7465163380162979339</id><published>2009-02-14T01:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:36:54.664-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Sacolejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sacolejo:&lt;/span&gt; s.m. quando fundimos várias direções num mesmo gesto nos quadris ou nas pernas para fazer despencar os maus pensamentos ao som de uma música. O mesmo ocorre na natureza, quando o vento permite às árvores balançar para derrubar as suas frutas podres; a dança das abelhas escoteiras sobre o favo de mel informa às colegas trabalhadoras a localização do alimento. Do topo da colméia, por exemplo, se a parte sinuosa dentro da linha do oito que ela traça é dançada para cima, o alimento deve ser encontrado voando em direção ao sol; leitmotiv da vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-7465163380162979339?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7465163380162979339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7465163380162979339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2009/02/sacolejo.html' title='Sacolejo'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-7139363534485857057</id><published>2009-02-13T23:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:14:53.738-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R'/><title type='text'>Relatividade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Relatividade:&lt;/span&gt; s.f. uma chuva de pára-quedas (pode ser um milagre e uma praga ao mesmo tempo); um demônio entre duas pessoas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-7139363534485857057?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7139363534485857057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7139363534485857057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2009/02/relatividade.html' title='Relatividade'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-4084819610564523730</id><published>2009-02-13T23:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:12:33.067-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V'/><title type='text'>Vampirismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vampirismo:&lt;/span&gt; s.m. doutrina de quem já assistiu a todas as reprises de séries e filmes que passam na TV durante a madrugada.

&lt;blockquote&gt;"Um vampiro precisa de caninos afiados como os de um &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Panthera tigris&lt;/span&gt; porque na madrugada todas as regras são pardas".&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SZYl2_YvN7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/x-pkbh2UDt0/s1600-h/danca-dos-vampiros-poster03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SZYl2_YvN7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/x-pkbh2UDt0/s320/danca-dos-vampiros-poster03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302467237933692850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-4084819610564523730?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/4084819610564523730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/4084819610564523730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2009/02/vampirismo.html' title='Vampirismo'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SZYl2_YvN7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/x-pkbh2UDt0/s72-c/danca-dos-vampiros-poster03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-9158496348790517547</id><published>2009-02-13T22:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:59:59.688-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R'/><title type='text'>Rascunho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rascunho:&lt;/span&gt; s.m. espécie de traça da família das borboletas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-9158496348790517547?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9158496348790517547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9158496348790517547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2009/02/rascunho.html' title='Rascunho'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-218248134734842318</id><published>2009-02-13T22:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:58:05.217-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Paranóia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paranóia:&lt;/span&gt; s.f. medo de gente e na falta delas medo de vultos. Mais aguda a paranóia leva o enfermo a começar certa espécie de guerra invisível onde o campo de batalha passa a ser os limites de seu corpo. Também pode ser uma evidência negativa de que não acreditar nas pessoas é perigoso.

&lt;blockquote&gt;O faraó Akhenaton era fiel somente ao Sol (Aton).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-218248134734842318?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/218248134734842318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/218248134734842318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2009/02/paranoia-s.html' title='Paranóia'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8264503399835460915</id><published>2009-02-02T18:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:26:04.562-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C'/><title type='text'>Chibantaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chibantaria:&lt;/span&gt; s.f. para cada dois dias de esbórnia, duas semanas de reclusão, boa literatura, café e chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8264503399835460915?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8264503399835460915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8264503399835460915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2009/02/chibantaria.html' title='Chibantaria'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-1696178295975151525</id><published>2008-12-18T19:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:59:29.080-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>Tolerância</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tolerância:&lt;/span&gt; s.f. desmedida do sonho e da fantasia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-1696178295975151525?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1696178295975151525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1696178295975151525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/12/tolerncia.html' title='Tolerância'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8337573112069445558</id><published>2008-12-18T19:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:58:26.994-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'>Esperança 2:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Esperança 2:&lt;/span&gt; substantivo feminino de lugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8337573112069445558?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8337573112069445558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8337573112069445558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/12/esperana-2.html' title='Esperança 2:'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-872590247240230524</id><published>2008-12-10T23:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:21:55.561-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F'/><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Felicidade:&lt;/span&gt; s.f. resultado de quando se aperta o botão do play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-872590247240230524?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/872590247240230524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/872590247240230524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/12/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6518192667161716264</id><published>2008-12-10T23:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:21:06.400-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Play:&lt;/span&gt; estrangeirismo que designa o sim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6518192667161716264?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6518192667161716264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6518192667161716264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/12/play.html' title='Play'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-9007573910562518891</id><published>2008-12-10T23:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:24:01.345-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Saída</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saída:&lt;/span&gt; s.f. uma escolha deliberada que visa uma solução, mudança ou movimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-9007573910562518891?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9007573910562518891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9007573910562518891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/12/sada.html' title='Saída'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6088485629500298381</id><published>2008-12-10T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:12:27.587-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C'/><title type='text'>Conseqüência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conseqüência:&lt;/span&gt; s.f. se abate sobre aquilo que se movimenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6088485629500298381?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6088485629500298381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6088485629500298381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/12/conseqncia.html' title='Conseqüência'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-9117606994034713276</id><published>2008-09-16T18:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:17:27.971-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Paradoxo</title><content type='html'>Paradoxo: s.m. quando uma coisa qualquer não exclui qualquer coisa.&lt;br&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Sobre a força poética das estrelas, nada tem a ver com seu brilho, mas sua sina de devorar entranhas de hidrogênio. É uma atitude de autofagia para vencer a morte (sem nunca consegui-lo, evidentemente). E seu brilho, aí sim, por este processo, se põe ao alcance de nossas mãos embora jamais possamos alcançá-la, já que entre o ombro e as unhas a distância deixa de ser medida espacial e passa a ser temporal. Eis a força poética das estrelas: uma experiência difícil para a humanidade.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SNAvHjMpcBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wnXsN0H8vko/s1600-h/liniers+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SNAvHjMpcBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wnXsN0H8vko/s320/liniers+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246745372640505874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Historieta de Liniers&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-9117606994034713276?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9117606994034713276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9117606994034713276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/09/paradoxo.html' title='Paradoxo'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SNAvHjMpcBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wnXsN0H8vko/s72-c/liniers+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-5277247497481397014</id><published>2008-09-09T19:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:40:07.306-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Delicadeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Delicadeza:&lt;/span&gt; s.f. a arte de domar espíritos selvagens pela diplomacia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-5277247497481397014?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5277247497481397014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5277247497481397014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/09/delicadeza.html' title='Delicadeza'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-55073749104313915</id><published>2008-09-09T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:39:10.541-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inspiração:&lt;/span&gt; s.f. designa a ação de absorver o ar poluído literatura obscena a tal ponto de invadir a alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-55073749104313915?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/55073749104313915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/55073749104313915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspirao.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8399415185791735206</id><published>2008-09-09T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:38:23.534-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Apatia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apatia:&lt;/span&gt; s.f. desistência de cores e sentimentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8399415185791735206?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8399415185791735206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8399415185791735206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/09/apatia.html' title='Apatia'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-4449924691203986605</id><published>2008-08-25T02:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:32:12.475-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Arrogância</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Arrogância:&lt;/strong&gt; auto-afirmação que nega afirmação alheia; da família do egocentrismo; incapacidade de se fazer trocas profundas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-4449924691203986605?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/4449924691203986605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/4449924691203986605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/08/arrogncia.html' title='Arrogância'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-3162115492892516177</id><published>2008-08-25T02:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:31:28.618-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Sofisticação</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sofisticação:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. tratamento sutil que se dá às coisas com polimento sofista; raciocínio defeituoso intencional que cria idéias identificatórias; penetração do espírito por meio de prazeres efêmeros; jogo barato de sedução com potencial criativo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SLJDRHwNK9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hVFaNmGeaZc/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SLJDRHwNK9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hVFaNmGeaZc/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238323278003383250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;em&gt;*Desenho de Jonathan Weiner &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-3162115492892516177?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3162115492892516177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3162115492892516177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/08/sofisticao.html' title='Sofisticação'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SLJDRHwNK9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hVFaNmGeaZc/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-3227006609158339714</id><published>2008-08-25T02:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:27:55.167-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>Traição</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Traição:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. espécie de desrespeito caracterizado pela total negligência com aquele com o qual se estabeleceu amor (seja de qual for a natureza); movimento de força centrífuga; próprio da natureza egoísta e/ou vaidosa; ilusão do inseguro; ilusão de vitória. No caso de auto-traição há formas tão diversas quanto o número de personalidades e pessoas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-3227006609158339714?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3227006609158339714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3227006609158339714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/08/traio.html' title='Traição'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-5335152213035845216</id><published>2008-08-11T18:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:32:24.488-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'>Elegância</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Elegância:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. dom inato caracterizado pelo limiar entre a franqueza e a estupidez;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-5335152213035845216?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5335152213035845216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5335152213035845216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/08/elegncia.html' title='Elegância'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6191882972681467730</id><published>2008-08-11T18:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:31:45.741-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Intuição</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Intuição:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. espécie de lógica ou razão matemática incaptável por signos; certeza desorganizada; sopro demoníaco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6191882972681467730?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6191882972681467730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6191882972681467730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/08/intuio.html' title='Intuição'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-5535311711934996059</id><published>2008-07-22T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:35:13.432-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Luz:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. aquilo que possibilita a visão, mas também pode cegar. De qualquer forma é ligada ao entendimento. Com visão passa pela organização de signos, idéias e culmina em leis e teorias. Sem visão não organização de nada, mas um entendimento que passa pelo corpo e ultrapassa as palavras. Alguns chamam de religião. Outros chamam de amor. Mas é simplesmente luz; aquilo que vem de uma lâmpada ou é provocado por um fato envolvendo duas pessoas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-5535311711934996059?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5535311711934996059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5535311711934996059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/07/luz.html' title='Luz'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6582078206267660598</id><published>2008-07-15T07:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:16:27.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C'/><title type='text'>Confiança</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Confiança:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. diz-se da forma de validar o amor com base na sua certeza; segundo vulgo popular é prima em segundo grau da eternidade; segundo experiências é algo que possui certa variação: ou se deteriora ou se renova em formas diferentes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SHx4qIq2yEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-C8F7Oz1kw8/s1600-h/liniers+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SHx4qIq2yEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-C8F7Oz1kw8/s320/liniers+31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223182333120006210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;*Ilustração: Liniers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6582078206267660598?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6582078206267660598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6582078206267660598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/07/confiana.html' title='Confiança'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SHx4qIq2yEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-C8F7Oz1kw8/s72-c/liniers+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6124768385997162690</id><published>2008-07-10T09:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:17:08.452-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Z'/><title type='text'>Zico</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Zico:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. (Mit.) Herói da infância de quem nasceu na metade dos anos 70.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SHX9b0Q0p2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/rs01e8DeFMs/s1600-h/1983_zico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SHX9b0Q0p2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/rs01e8DeFMs/s320/1983_zico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221357997333456738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
[Porque hoje é dia de futebol e nostalgia]&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6124768385997162690?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6124768385997162690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6124768385997162690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/07/zico.html' title='Zico'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SHX9b0Q0p2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/rs01e8DeFMs/s72-c/1983_zico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8378048367305698952</id><published>2008-07-10T09:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:14:26.907-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Pressentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pressentimento:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. angústia ou ansiedade ilusoriamente atribuída a algo telúrico, paranormal, esotérico ou espiritual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8378048367305698952?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8378048367305698952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8378048367305698952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/07/pressentimento.html' title='Pressentimento'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-781765137270654349</id><published>2008-06-19T14:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:40:02.690-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q'/><title type='text'>Quassação</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quassação:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. ação de retirar couraças de rancor ou falsidade; leveza; sinceridade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-781765137270654349?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/781765137270654349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/781765137270654349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/06/quassao.html' title='Quassação'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8238875350975733753</id><published>2008-06-17T03:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:06:19.981-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V'/><title type='text'>Volúvel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Volúvel:&lt;/strong&gt; adj. 2 gên. aquele ou aquela que é dirigido por volúpia; incapacidade de estabelecer idéias; errância de sentimentos. Patol. incapacidade de estabelecer relações verdadeiras entre o presente e o passado ou entre o presente e o futuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8238875350975733753?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8238875350975733753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8238875350975733753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/06/volvel.html' title='Volúvel'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-1182607527133102783</id><published>2008-06-17T03:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:04:42.592-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V'/><title type='text'>Ventripotente</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ventripotente:&lt;/strong&gt; adj. 2 gên. forte; hábil; adequado para o amor e apreciação de bizarrice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-1182607527133102783?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1182607527133102783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1182607527133102783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/06/ventripotente.html' title='Ventripotente'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-1300907501140512982</id><published>2008-06-16T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:18:20.237-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F'/><title type='text'>Fragilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fragilidade:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. capacidade de se manter suscetível a qualquer sugestão fortuita; volubilidade; descontrole; quebranto; como resultado de um processo de quassação tem o poder de ativar a essência daquele que sofre sua ação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-1300907501140512982?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1300907501140512982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1300907501140512982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/06/fragilidade.html' title='Fragilidade'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-5696807627816353273</id><published>2008-06-13T19:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:25:37.154-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Simpatia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Simpatia:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. sentimento repentino que se segue a uma identificação fortuita por algo ou alguém; dom de se fazer querido e animar a seu favor predisposições positivas; chave de corações; sortilégio popular. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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&lt;blockquote&gt;Hoje, dia 13 de junho, é dia de Santo Antônio. Sua flor é o lírio e o dia perfeito para fazer simpatias com esta flor. Conhecido, carinhosamente, como Antoninho, Santo Antônio tem fama de casamenteiro. Dizem que as simpatias evocadas em seu nome dão certo. Claro que tudo isso faz parte das supertições bem características do povo brasileiro. Talvez pela mistura de raças e crenças, não sabemos, mas a posição que temos diante dessas brincadeiras, vamos chamar assim, é a grande necessidade das pessoas conseguirem uma fórmula para tudo na vida.&lt;br&gt; 
Aqueles que têm pressa em arranjar um namorado devem comprar uma pequena imagem do santo. E para agilizar a conquista do pedido, fazer dois procedimentos: tirar o Menino Jesus do colo do religioso, dizendo que só devolverá quando conseguir um namorado, ou ainda, virar o Santo Antônio de cabeça para baixo. Os que já estão acompanhados, mas ainda não subiram no altar, também possuem práticas específicas. A pessoa deve amarrar um fio de cabelo seu ao do namorado. Eles devem ser colocados aos pés do santo, que, logo, logo, resolve a questão.&lt;br&gt;
O santo nasceu em Lisboa, em agosto de 1195, batizado com o nome de Fernando de Bulhões. Aos 15 anos, entrou para um convento agostiniano e, em 1220, trocou o nome para Antônio, ingressando na Ordem Franciscana. Lecionou Teologia em várias universidades européias e morreu em 13 de junho de 1231, a caminho de Pádua, na Itália. Padroeiro dos pobres e considerado o santo casamenteiro, também é invocado por pessoas que queiram encontrar objetos desaparecidos.&lt;br&gt;
Simpatia para quem somente "fica" e quer formalizar o relacionamento: retire 3 espinhos de uma rosa vermelha e coloque dentro do perfume que você usa e que a pessoa gosta. Peça para Santo Antônio remover os obstáculos “se for para a felicidade de ambos”. Use o perfume sempre que estiver com a pessoa.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;center&gt;Ó, SANTU ANTÔIM! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Ai, meu Santu Antôim quirido, &lt;br&gt;
Qué qui ocê andô fazendu&lt;br&gt;
Qui isqueceu du meu pididu? &lt;br&gt;
Vá logo mi socorrendu. &lt;br&gt;
Abra bem us seus uvidu, &lt;br&gt;
Tô vexada, ocê tá vendu. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Tanta vela qui acendi, &lt;br&gt;
Tantu têiçu qui rezei, &lt;br&gt;
As preméssa qui cumpri, &lt;br&gt;
As vêiz qui mi ajueei. &lt;br&gt;
Inté as conta perdi, &lt;br&gt;
Dus pecadu qui paguei. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Num tenhu máis paciença&lt;br&gt;
Pra pidí neim pra rezá. &lt;br&gt;
Ocê vai mi dá licença, &lt;br&gt;
Sêji pur beim ou pur má. &lt;br&gt;
Pois mi bateu a discrença&lt;br&gt;
Qui ocê qué mi ajudá. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Pódi num sê boa fé, &lt;br&gt;
Máis u jeitu é eu fazê: &lt;br&gt;
Li pindúru pelus pé&lt;br&gt;
Inté ocê mi atendê. &lt;br&gt;
Dispois num fáli qui é&lt;br&gt;
Covardia cum ocê. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Quéru vê si dessa vêiz&lt;br&gt;
Ocê num vai mi atendê! &lt;br&gt;
Dou inté o fim du mêis&lt;br&gt;
Pra módi arrecebê. &lt;br&gt;
Si arresôrva di uma vêiz&lt;br&gt;
I mi dê meu bem-querê. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Tô perparandu quindim&lt;br&gt;
I amendoim torradu&lt;br&gt;
Pra isperá meu bemzim&lt;br&gt;
Cum carim i cum agrádu. &lt;br&gt;
Quéru festejá tudim, &lt;br&gt;
Cum u meu xodó du ladu! &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-5696807627816353273?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5696807627816353273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5696807627816353273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/06/simpatia.html' title='Simpatia'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SFLzGOCQ0KI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pcghA1jHLAo/s72-c/santoantonio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-3006444695368027481</id><published>2008-05-25T22:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:08:01.098-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B'/><title type='text'>Beta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Beta:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. nome próprio da amiga com a trança toda vermelha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-3006444695368027481?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3006444695368027481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3006444695368027481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/beta.html' title='Beta'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8916457936194993460</id><published>2008-05-25T22:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:07:37.540-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Paz: &lt;/strong&gt;s.f. dívida de sanidade, uma vez que se paga com ela a compra de tijolos de um castelo bem guardado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8916457936194993460?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8916457936194993460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8916457936194993460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/paz.html' title='Paz'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6679598390428217064</id><published>2008-05-25T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:06:35.585-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liberdade:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. batalha infinita que mantém viva a eternidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6679598390428217064?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6679598390428217064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6679598390428217064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8689097639077281617</id><published>2008-05-22T18:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:31:11.509-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C'/><title type='text'>Chapéu</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chapéu:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. adorno para a cabeça quando esta não faz mais uso da razão ou simplesmente não vê possibilidade de utilidade para ela; ou a própria utilidade que se dá após a constatação natural e mecânica de que contra os absurdos cordiais só a beleza dá jeito; objetivação de mistérios; parte do conjunto de objetos usados no meio do século XIX (chapéu, luva, sombrinha e leque) para se intermediar o que em uso moderno chama-se de paquera; na forma de cartola é aeroporto de corvos e esconderijo de coelhos e pombos; (arquit.) marquise de visões; telhado de intenções.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SDXlt2I0p3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/KXihDwr9yd0/s1600-h/liniers+57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SDXlt2I0p3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/KXihDwr9yd0/s320/liniers+57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203317520285869938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas do Liniers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8689097639077281617?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8689097639077281617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8689097639077281617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/chapu.html' title='Chapéu'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SDXlt2I0p3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/KXihDwr9yd0/s72-c/liniers+57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-1340800608224696515</id><published>2008-05-11T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:34:13.901-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Dinheiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dinheiro:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. asa de cobra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-1340800608224696515?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1340800608224696515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1340800608224696515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/dinheiro.html' title='Dinheiro'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-3539428743183959198</id><published>2008-05-11T12:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:23:06.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Protelar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Protelar:&lt;/strong&gt; v.t. forma operária de se conservar as coisas.&lt;br&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Lista de coisas proteladas:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

1- Rio de Janeiro&lt;br&gt;
2- Ginecologista&lt;br&gt;
3- Louça Suja (sempre)&lt;br&gt;
4- Customização do vestuário&lt;br&gt;
5- Visitar amigos próximos da morte&lt;br&gt;
6- Ouvir críticas&lt;br&gt;
7- Fracassar (sempre)&lt;br&gt;
8- Vencer&lt;br&gt;
9- Arrumar trabalho de verdade&lt;br&gt;
10- Jogar meias furadas fora&lt;br&gt;
11- Acertar contas de toda espécie&lt;br&gt;
12- Fugir&lt;br&gt;
13- Cataguases&lt;br&gt;
14- Odisséia e Ilíada&lt;br&gt;
15- Ir à missa&lt;br&gt;
16- Tecer cachecol&lt;br&gt;
17- Ioga&lt;br&gt;
18- Dançar&lt;br&gt;
19- O filme Crash&lt;br&gt;
20- Cortar cabelo&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-3539428743183959198?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3539428743183959198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3539428743183959198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/protelar.html' title='Protelar'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-990103239324490966</id><published>2008-05-11T12:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:20:50.676-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B'/><title type='text'>Balé</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Balé:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. forma de customizar o sentimento; maneira particular e única de claudicar; conjugar paixões.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SCcNmUVXhkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/G8CUGusuW5s/s1600-h/bailarina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SCcNmUVXhkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/G8CUGusuW5s/s320/bailarina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199139246767048258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/mistreateddoll"&gt;Mistreated Doll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-990103239324490966?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/990103239324490966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/990103239324490966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/bal.html' title='Balé'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SCcNmUVXhkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/G8CUGusuW5s/s72-c/bailarina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-1711085912724070187</id><published>2008-05-08T17:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:58:25.255-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>Legitimação</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Legitimação:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. processo no qual se consegue estabelecer garantias pacificadoras sobre o alto custo da criatividade caótica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-1711085912724070187?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1711085912724070187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1711085912724070187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/legitimao.html' title='Legitimação'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-9143654228918503489</id><published>2008-05-08T17:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:58:02.785-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Inventário</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Inventário:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. processo de transformação de quinquilharias em coisas valiosas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-9143654228918503489?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9143654228918503489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9143654228918503489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/inventrio.html' title='Inventário'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-7920781035300961946</id><published>2008-05-06T08:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:07:25.566-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F'/><title type='text'>Fatal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fatal:&lt;/strong&gt; adj. 2 gên. adjetivação do verbo ser; o mesmo que trágico, tanto no sentido de destino como de desgraça, as duas coisas juntas e um monte outras mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-7920781035300961946?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7920781035300961946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7920781035300961946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/fatal.html' title='Fatal'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-5718246595010522648</id><published>2008-05-04T16:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:08:30.358-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'>Empedercimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Empedercimento:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. formação rochosa; sedimentação de jardins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-5718246595010522648?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5718246595010522648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5718246595010522648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/empedercimento.html' title='Empedercimento'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8359754416171162029</id><published>2008-05-04T00:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:25:46.478-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Surribar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Surribar:&lt;/strong&gt; v.t. arte de manter distante para promover o desenvolvimento de algo semeado. Muito confundido com erosão de solos e abismos artificiais. Diferente de escavações, que são atos covardes, enquanto surribações são atos de coragem e sinceridade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8359754416171162029?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8359754416171162029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8359754416171162029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/surribar.html' title='Surribar'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8559651424614414528</id><published>2008-05-04T00:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:24:54.341-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Suscetibilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suscetibilidade:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. tipo de vedete moderna; contrário de fragilidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8559651424614414528?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8559651424614414528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8559651424614414528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/suscetibilidade.html' title='Suscetibilidade'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-362261215966120226</id><published>2008-05-02T13:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:17:02.148-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C'/><title type='text'>Condição</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Condição:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. conjunto de ideais para se compor a perfeição; atalho mais longo para a consecução de objetivos emocionais.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SBtGPgLcuYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2MJIro21gyE/s1600-h/liniers+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SBtGPgLcuYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2MJIro21gyE/s320/liniers+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195823827251935618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-362261215966120226?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/362261215966120226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/362261215966120226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/05/condio.html' title='Condição'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SBtGPgLcuYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2MJIro21gyE/s72-c/liniers+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-1091961926227650509</id><published>2008-04-27T03:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:54:43.915-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Inútil</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Inútil:&lt;/strong&gt; adj. designa tipo de ócio que se despreocupa com a apreciação do vulgar e não tem nenhum compromisso com a criatividade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-1091961926227650509?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1091961926227650509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1091961926227650509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/intil.html' title='Inútil'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6235514068149054597</id><published>2008-04-27T02:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:55:05.525-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R'/><title type='text'>Responsabilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Responsabilidade:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. nome que se dá ao tributo pago quando se atravessa a casca de ovo; sinônimo de culpa, causa; também aquilo que torna a liberdade possível; caminho para originalidade (solidão existencial); e.g. ‘tu te tornas eternamente responsável por tudo aquilo que cativas’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6235514068149054597?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6235514068149054597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6235514068149054597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/responsabilidade.html' title='Responsabilidade'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-2446592107094501348</id><published>2008-04-23T22:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:55:26.087-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Dobrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dobrar:&lt;/strong&gt; v.i. operação que consiste em criar gêmeos não idênticos a partir de um; portal que consiste no limite entre o nosso mundo e o mundo bizarro; despregar-se de si mesmo sem desgrudar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-2446592107094501348?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2446592107094501348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2446592107094501348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/dobrar.html' title='Dobrar'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-2360089832816352378</id><published>2008-04-23T01:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:55:45.619-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Síntese</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Síntese:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. o que o amor deseja e jamais consegue. (mit.) Eros e Psiqué.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SA69_gLcuUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xYSlffzSZfQ/s1600-h/Paris+Texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SA69_gLcuUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xYSlffzSZfQ/s320/Paris+Texas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192296319072123202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Paris Texas, Wenders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-2360089832816352378?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2360089832816352378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2360089832816352378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/sntese.html' title='Síntese'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SA69_gLcuUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xYSlffzSZfQ/s72-c/Paris+Texas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-5066195847827077879</id><published>2008-04-16T23:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:56:03.419-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O'/><title type='text'>Ócio</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ócio:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. sensação de estranheza quando se esquece a motivação; busca interminável de si mesmo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;• Ingerir açúcar &lt;br&gt;
• Masturbação&lt;br&gt;
• Percorrer a internet&lt;br&gt;
• Folhear livros&lt;br&gt;
• Ouvir músicas&lt;br&gt;
• Ver tirinhas&lt;br&gt;
• Fazer álbum de fotos&lt;br&gt;
• Espionar o quarto do vizinho&lt;br&gt;
• Escrever carta pra ninguém&lt;br&gt;
• Folhear lista telefônica&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-5066195847827077879?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5066195847827077879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5066195847827077879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/cio.html' title='Ócio'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-3306126931048953323</id><published>2008-04-16T23:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:56:25.807-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>Mesmo (a)</title><content type='html'>Sobre mudar o visual pelos cabelos foram inúmeras manifestações, mais de amizade do que de opinião. Decidi adiar a mudança e resolvi mostrar os conselhos para ajudar alguém que por acaso passe por aqui e esteja na mesma dúvida que eu estava.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Dou a maior forca para a mudança de visual. Cabelo curto deve permanecer curto por muito tempo ou para sempre. Bom, nem sempre. Mas apoio porque a decisão da mudança tem forte valor simbólico quando mudamos algo em nossa aparência. Não sei, parece que acreditamos melhor. Por exemplo: fui passar Natal, Reveillon e meu aniversário (16 de janeiro) em Paris. Para tal passei Wellachick nos cachos que estavam longos e pintei tudo de preto. Ficou um look neo-punk-rock. Curti horrores. Dia 01 de março completei dois anos de vida em Berlim e para recomeçar, ou melhor, prosseguir raspei tudo. Já tinha raspado antes, mas desta vez raspei deconforça: máquina zero e depois gilete (barbeador) fiquei com o crânio lisinho, quase conseguia ver meu cérebro. Foi simbólico. Agora que domino melhor esta língua, preciso que as coisas me aconteçam rápido. MENINA, cê acredita que em 15 dias estava com um emprego novo bem mais legal, eu e Jörg encontramos o apartamento perfeito e fechamos o contrato do aluguel! Nos mudamos há duas semanas. Meus cabelinhos já estão de volta, mas nunca nada será como antes... Confia, filha. Acredita. Mudar o look pode ter muito a ver. E mudar muito como você quer pode trazer grandes novidades! Corta bem curtinho, corta!&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Querida, já tomou a decisão sem volta do projeto hair? O que exatamente vc tá pensando?  Algo como Martinália ou B.B.(Blonde and Black)? Ou algo mais glam com cores berrantes? Ousar é bom, ruim são as conseqüências. Bem, de qualquer forma cabelo cresce mesmo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Se resolver cortar escolha bem o cabeleireiro. Viu o novo visual da Thais Araujo? Assumiu os cachos e ficou lindo! Mas deve continuar dando trabalho pra manter a beleza. Acho que a escravidão vai continuar. Eu tenho o maior trabalho com o meu pq quero liso. Pense bem...&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Com um cabelão tão bonito... Corta não....... Mas se quiser mesmo mudar vai fundo!!! Vc é linda de qq jeito!&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Bom, como só pude ler seu e-mail agora talvez já tenha sido tarde demais e vc já tenha feito alguma coisa com seu cabelo. O que queria te dizer, de qualquer forma, e que vc sabe como sou adepta a mudanças diria logo pra vc radicalizar de vez. Mas façamos como os sensatos costumam fazer... Digo então que o melhor é assuntar, dar um tempinho e decidir se é mesmo tempo de fazer mudanças.  Mudar é sempre bom e acredito que nunca nos arrependemos das mudanças, ou elas nos trazem a descoberta de um novo jeito de ser ou confirmação daquilo que realmente queremos, mas sempre inovação e inovar são mesmo bons demais! É o que eu acredito. Mas, como eu disse, reiterando, caso vc já não tenha feito alguma coisa com suas madeixas lindas, vai assuntando, sei lá, mude o penteado, troque a cor, mas cortar é algo que, se arrepender, vai levar aí um tempinho pra voltar a ficar como gostava, mas isso vc sabe né?  Vc é linda de qq forma, é iluminada, deslumbrante e  possui  uma sensualidade única.  Arrisque se realmente tiver muita vontade. Não vai te custar muito, só mesmo o preço no salão de beleza.&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Eu sou a favor de vc ficar com seus cachos. Acho que a vida de escovas e chapinhas não combinam com vc e comigo, por isto a minha escolha.&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;CORTA.... CORTA.... CORTA...... A MUDANÇA É IRMÃ DA REVOLUÇÃO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Acho que toda mudança é válida na nossa vida.... Se já acendeu o farol verde.... Siga em frente!!! Afinal... Cabelo cresce.&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Não corta, não. Demorou tanto tempo para ficar com cabelão e vai passar a tesoura e fazer chapinha o resto dos dias? Tá querendo ficar com o visual da Taís Araújo, no Super Bonita, da GNT?&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Corta logo essa porra!&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;EU JÁ FUI CARECA É ÓTEMOMOMOMO!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-3306126931048953323?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3306126931048953323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3306126931048953323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/mesmo.html' title='Mesmo (a)'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-2010404380322373941</id><published>2008-04-16T02:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:56:41.946-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Penitência</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Penitência:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. aquilo que te permite lembrar e desejar sem combinar amor, inquietação e tristeza, pela estranha lógica do que o que está perdido está irremediavelmente conservado por si mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-2010404380322373941?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2010404380322373941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2010404380322373941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/penitncia.html' title='Penitência'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-656360124195132509</id><published>2008-04-15T10:46:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:57:17.806-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>Tolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tolo:&lt;/strong&gt; adj. diz-se do homem que tem medo do escuro e depende da toleima alheia para acender a luz do seu quarto; fraco; covarde; óbvio; (zool.) Dom Juan; affreux (mito).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-656360124195132509?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/656360124195132509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/656360124195132509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/tolo.html' title='Tolo'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-4228777468307055194</id><published>2008-04-15T10:46:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:56:59.680-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>Levógiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Levógiro:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. tipo de paranóico com capacidade de alegria limitada; aquele que não bebe coca-cola; aversão doentia aos Estados Unidos e à Inglaterra; ressentido; nacionalista; idealista convicto de coração bom e repleto de ingenuidades; reformador de cristianismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-4228777468307055194?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/4228777468307055194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/4228777468307055194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/levgiro.html' title='Levógiro'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-147332622103044264</id><published>2008-04-15T10:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:57:39.518-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Dextrógiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dextrógiro:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. tipo capaz de tudo para estar de acordo; fã de coca-cola e seguidor inconteste de publicidade; aversão doentia a tudo que é velho; mania de progresso; de personalidade fugaz, extremamente adaptável; cristão convicto, esta é sua única certeza e axioma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-147332622103044264?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/147332622103044264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/147332622103044264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/dextrgiro.html' title='Dextrógiro'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-498549991976845027</id><published>2008-04-15T00:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:58:08.727-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Enigma:&lt;/strong&gt; fórmula kama sútrica de se abater um objeto de desejo; enunciação da qual não se acha o enunciado, entrelinhas ou estrelinhas que fazem brilhar os olhos mais atentos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SAQlKeeFCcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9QjwYgj5X6E/s1600-h/liniers+46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SAQlKeeFCcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9QjwYgj5X6E/s320/liniers+46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189313532545796546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;

*Liniers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-498549991976845027?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/498549991976845027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/498549991976845027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/SAQlKeeFCcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9QjwYgj5X6E/s72-c/liniers+46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8632101659419716633</id><published>2008-04-11T05:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:58:49.227-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>Maldade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maldade:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. desejar que a bola de sorvete dele despenque.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8632101659419716633?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8632101659419716633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8632101659419716633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/maldade.html' title='Maldade'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-5240206823707881881</id><published>2008-04-11T05:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:59:29.278-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Despeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Despeito:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. desejar que uma estrela caia na cabeça dele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-5240206823707881881?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5240206823707881881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5240206823707881881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/despeito.html' title='Despeito'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-5484928452004363480</id><published>2008-04-11T04:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:59:56.684-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Discrição</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Discrição&lt;/strong&gt;: s.m. medida defensiva ou sensata que consiste em não dizer aos outros o que lhe vem ao coração; não avisar aos outros que está em medida defensiva.&lt;br&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Impressionante como ao ser discreto você fica mais expressivo! Impressionante como você provoca interpretações! Ser discreto não lhe garante a fórmula da invisibilidade. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-5484928452004363480?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5484928452004363480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5484928452004363480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/discrio-s.html' title='Discrição'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-1586183130575153049</id><published>2008-04-11T04:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:00:29.253-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Impressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Impressão&lt;/strong&gt;: s.m. carimbo pessoal que se deixa ao passar por alguém ou alguma coisa; virtualização da escrita; caligrafia do gesto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-1586183130575153049?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1586183130575153049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1586183130575153049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/impresso.html' title='Impressão'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6144886488345902561</id><published>2008-04-11T04:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:00:49.550-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'>Exercício</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Exercício:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. praticar uma idéia nova para medir seus efeitos antes de se instaurar as mudanças; hesitar; pensar por meio de ações; prolongamento do tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6144886488345902561?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6144886488345902561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6144886488345902561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/exerccio.html' title='Exercício'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-7073273259656246287</id><published>2008-04-11T04:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:01:08.265-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Príncipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Príncipe:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. um homem que cria passarinhos fora da gaiola; um homem que destrói gaiolas no coração dos passarinhos; herói surrealista ou borgiano; ou são gigantes ou usam saxofone; ou usam óculos ou usam o lápis; na maioria das vezes são argentinos; (ex.) Cortázar; Liniers;

&lt;blockquote&gt;EU QUERO &lt;br&gt;
- Tinta azul para o cabelo;&lt;br&gt;
- Uma lanterna para escrever no escuro;&lt;br&gt;
- Um mp4;&lt;br&gt;
- Um livro do Liniers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EU DESEJO&lt;br&gt;
- Que o duende das monografias volte;&lt;br&gt;
- Que o CD da Ella e do Louis cantando Porgy and Bess baixe logo;&lt;br&gt;
- Nunca mais dormir;&lt;br&gt;
- Conhecer a Argentina, Praga e Paris.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_8Xk_7XbFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fg28OyOe8n4/s1600-h/liniers+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_8Xk_7XbFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fg28OyOe8n4/s320/liniers+37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187891220157262930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;em&gt;* Liniers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-7073273259656246287?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7073273259656246287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7073273259656246287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/prncipe.html' title='Príncipe'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_8Xk_7XbFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fg28OyOe8n4/s72-c/liniers+37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8017406257202586518</id><published>2008-04-11T01:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:01:28.826-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Passado:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. aquilo que é eterno.

&lt;blockquote&gt;Me agrada ter diários. Cadernos, agendas, blocos colados por mim mesma... Mas nunca escrevo neles até o fim. Sempre tento chegar à ultima folha, mas sempre acontece alguma coisa e largo umas em branco pra comprar um novo caderno. Isso me incomoda, mas não consigo evitar. Quando estou chegando às últimas folhas, às vezes até na metade, me dá brancos, perco o tesão e eu sempre penso que nunca mais vou fazer um diário. Aí acontece d’eu entrar numa papelaria e ter uma nova idéia: vou fazer um diário. E tudo recomeça novamente deixando aquele caderno incompleto. Isso me incomodava, eu tinha um certo mal estar. Sempre quando ia recomeçar me prometia ir até o fim e não cumpria. Hoje descobri que não vou até o fim para eternizar o passado. E é exatamente isso que me incomoda. Hoje comprei um novo caderno de diário. Farei um diário numa caderneta de 96 folhas: para exercitar discrição e ter mais chances de ir até o final.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8017406257202586518?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8017406257202586518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8017406257202586518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/passado.html' title='Passado'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-3575054373495700563</id><published>2008-04-09T00:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:02:22.790-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>Morcego</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Morcego:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m designação de pássaro que subverte o tempo; (zool.) espécie de passarinhos insones viciados em café e lombinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-3575054373495700563?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3575054373495700563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3575054373495700563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/morcego.html' title='Morcego'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-3331543698161344851</id><published>2008-04-09T00:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:01:55.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>Mapear</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mapear:&lt;/strong&gt; v.t. percorrer longas distâncias à velocidade da luz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-3331543698161344851?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3331543698161344851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3331543698161344851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/mapear-v.html' title='Mapear'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8222258210309517192</id><published>2008-04-08T21:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:02:49.087-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>TPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TPM:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. maneira vulgar de se boicotar; moda antiga, em que se culpava o biológico pelas cagadas de fundo psíquico; brigar com seu amante que te dá um travesseiro com tecnologia da NASA de presente, não conseguir trabalhar, comer como louca, chorar porque aquela mulher feia te olha de dentro do espelho e homicídio são formas específicas de TPM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8222258210309517192?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8222258210309517192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8222258210309517192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/tpm.html' title='TPM'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-2332721586984775049</id><published>2008-04-07T16:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:03:22.747-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Inconsciência</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Inconsciência:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. dedicação a uma causa, mesmo que ela não exista.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;A menina aqui na rua subiu numa árvore para salvar um gato, caiu e morreu! Se ela soubesse da natureza dos gatos estaria viva. Recém casada, dizem que nasceu no mundo mais um homem para odiar os gatos.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-2332721586984775049?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2332721586984775049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2332721586984775049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/inconscincia.html' title='Inconsciência'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-1249751922313322742</id><published>2008-04-07T16:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:03:53.060-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Prestidigitação</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Prestidigitação:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. procedimento que visa eficiência sem se preocupar com a verdade; adj. designação que se dá às coisas por precaução poética e defesa específica contra a lógica cartesiana; falta de saudosismo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Lindo! Fui despertada por um belo texto da minha monografia que ontem não saía nem a pau. Já está se tornando um hábito dormir com o caderninho do lado da cama. Como boa cristã agradeci a Deus. Theobroma.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_p4y6YgbcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-rv3VJbZNac/s1600-h/liniers_und_bob_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_p4y6YgbcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-rv3VJbZNac/s320/liniers_und_bob_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186590736931384770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;*Ricardo Liniers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-1249751922313322742?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1249751922313322742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1249751922313322742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/prestidigitao.html' title='Prestidigitação'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_p4y6YgbcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-rv3VJbZNac/s72-c/liniers_und_bob_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-754428367830862657</id><published>2008-04-06T23:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:04:28.889-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Álibi</title><content type='html'>Álibi: s.m. do latim, outra pessoa, mas seu uso designa o culto de si mesmo; idéia falsa; (fig.) "parece música de Djavan mas não é".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Minha vida tem se resumido em:
&lt;blockquote&gt;- Um litro de café por dia seguido de litros de água pra ver se eu limpo a cafeína do corpo e amenizo a insônia.&lt;br&gt;
- Muito Jazz, sobretudo Lester Young, para abafar os sons que vem de fora do meu quarto e encontrar certo ritmo nas letras. Isto, meu barato é o ritmo agora, desde que li Otavio Paz. Por que jazz? Porque &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=JDfYG0BIsjA&amp;feature=related"&gt;Cortázar&lt;/a&gt;. Descobri hoje um certo &lt;a href="http://www.navevazia.com/marcelonoah/"&gt;Marcelo Noah&lt;/a&gt; que chegou ao ponto de tomar só da erva do &lt;strong&gt;Oliveira&lt;/strong&gt;, acho que não seja grave você desenvolver certo gosto musical em decorrência de certa tara literária.&lt;br&gt;
- Pretensão: de me imaginar uma professora de jardim de infância que acha que pode fazer as pazes entre dois antigos amigos: Deleuze e Lacan.&lt;br&gt;
- Tempo pra qualqueres bobagens de Pato Fu. Sei lá. Há que se atualizar o gosto pela música mineira. Só Clube da Esquina não dá.&lt;br&gt; 
- Minhas quatro paredes, falta de álcool, sexo e bizarrices noturnas.&lt;br&gt;
- Colheita de saudades, euforias repentinas, melancolias constantes, nada de original.&lt;br&gt;
- Diversos personagens explodindo do peito e se perdendo na memória.&lt;br&gt;
- Palavras cruzadas.&lt;br&gt;
- Doses diárias de &lt;strong&gt;theobroma&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
- Cartomancia.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-754428367830862657?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/754428367830862657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/754428367830862657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/libi.html' title='Álibi'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-2771978371347346593</id><published>2008-04-06T19:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:04:59.888-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Gestação</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gestação:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. fase que antecede o tempo de semeadura.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;Eu gero sementes. Gostaria que a mudança fixasse afetivamente na minha carne, de forma que eu nunca me esquecesse que tudo se adapta. Preciso lembrar também que levei nove meses para arcar com uma decisão. Estou em fases de recrutamento e seleção, de eleição... Quero me dividir, quero me jogar, me espalhar. Não por aí como tenho feito indiscriminadamente durante esse tempo todo. Preciso me concentrar mais, me experimentar. A casa está limpa. É a hora da estrela.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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***&lt;em&gt;Fonte da imagem:&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/le_meduse"&gt;le meduse&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-2771978371347346593?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2771978371347346593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2771978371347346593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/gestao.html' title='Gestação'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_lLgKYgbbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IrX_RZtts8o/s72-c/le+meduse+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-3041704314943440317</id><published>2008-04-06T01:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:05:30.733-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O'/><title type='text'>Opinião</title><content type='html'>Sobre mudar ou não meu cabelo... Digo, cortar curtinho, pintar e fazer escova progressiva, as opiniões andam assim: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Não:&lt;br&gt;
- Eu estou custando pra deixar o meu cacheado como era antes. É muito ruim ser escrava de chapinha. Corta não, seu cabelo tá lindo!&lt;br&gt;
- Não corta, não. Demorou tanto tempo para ficar com cabelão e vai passar a tesoura e fazer chapinha o resto dos dias? Tá querendo ficar com o visual da Taís Araújo, no Super Bonita, da GNT?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Sim:&lt;br&gt;
- Corta logo essa porra, Dani! Depois se num quiser manter deixa crescer... Bom de cabelo e unha é que eles grandissem com el tiempo... O que num dá pra cortar é o pulso... Ah, mas deixa os cachinhos. Esquece chapinha...&lt;br&gt;
- Eu já fui careca é ótemomomomo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-3041704314943440317?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3041704314943440317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3041704314943440317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/opinio.html' title='Opinião'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8186810076000670372</id><published>2008-04-06T01:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:06:00.316-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Diferença</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Diferença:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. sentido; v.t. dar sentido próprio às coisas; olhar para dentro; sinal matemático contrário da soma, mas que curiosamente multiplica no sentido filosófico.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8186810076000670372?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8186810076000670372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8186810076000670372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/diferena.html' title='Diferença'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6572343958387785466</id><published>2008-04-06T01:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:06:29.590-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C'/><title type='text'>Corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Corpo:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. máquina de colocar almas em apuros.

&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-zPDjdvMVs&amp;rel=0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-zPDjdvMVs&amp;rel=0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/7023037524659179637-6572343958387785466?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6572343958387785466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6572343958387785466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/corpo.html' title='Corpo'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-9221613684992419316</id><published>2008-04-02T20:14:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:07:25.596-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Insight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Insight:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. expressão boçal no lugar de eureca; efeito de locomoção a base de pirlimpimpim; (fig.) ufa! eba! Posso ser feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-9221613684992419316?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9221613684992419316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9221613684992419316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/insight.html' title='Insight'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-7141048238544583495</id><published>2008-04-02T20:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:06:55.023-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Apólogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Apólogo:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. conjunto canônico de obras citadas do livro da religião dos bichos. “Ainda que custe a vida ou o seu ninho, esteja com o foda-se sempre engatilhado”. Livro dos pássaros, 9:5.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_p5iqYgbdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9PzfFgqBAuk/s1600-h/pira05012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_p5iqYgbdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9PzfFgqBAuk/s320/pira05012008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186591557270138322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;

*&lt;em&gt;Laerte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-7141048238544583495?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7141048238544583495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7141048238544583495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/aplogo.html' title='Apólogo'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_p5iqYgbdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9PzfFgqBAuk/s72-c/pira05012008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-7994069864511276956</id><published>2008-04-02T20:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:08:02.653-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Abrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Abrir:&lt;/strong&gt; v.i. ato de começar o quarto mês de um ano; fazer sexo; confissão de segredos da janela à rua; prato principal servido pela porta de uma casa; percepção; cartão de crédito da alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-7994069864511276956?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7994069864511276956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7994069864511276956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/abrir.html' title='Abrir'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-4465043771452218520</id><published>2008-04-01T14:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:08:46.957-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Soneto de Abril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Lêdo Ivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Agora que é abril, e o mar se ausenta&lt;br&gt;
Secando-se em si mesmo como um pranto&lt;br&gt;
Vejo que o amor que te dedico aumenta&lt;br&gt;
Seguindo a trilha do meu próprio espanto.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Em mim, o teu espírito apresenta&lt;br&gt;
Todas as sugestões de um doce encanto&lt;br&gt;
Que em minha fonte não dessenta&lt;br&gt;
Por não ser fonte d’água, mas de canto&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Agora que é abril e vão morrer&lt;br&gt;
As famosas canções dos outros meses&lt;br&gt;
Assim te quero, mesmo que te escondas:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Amar-te uma só vez todas as vezes&lt;br&gt;
Em que sou carne e gesto, e fenecer&lt;br&gt;
Como uma voz chamada pelas ondas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-4465043771452218520?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/4465043771452218520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/4465043771452218520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/abril.html' title='Abril'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-7215191074568117477</id><published>2008-04-01T01:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:09:17.175-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C'/><title type='text'>Comensal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Comensal:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. tipo de presa utilizada para infectarmos com o máximo de ternura possível o que um mundo pode suportar de belo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-7215191074568117477?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7215191074568117477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7215191074568117477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/04/comensal.html' title='Comensal'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-8220137968940426702</id><published>2008-03-31T20:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:10:03.450-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F'/><title type='text'>Fomento</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fomento:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. tudo de bom, fabricação hipotética de pílulas de filosofia grega que substituíram as aulas e os grossos livros que resistimos tanto ler ou que lemos por pura necessidade e volúpia filosófica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-8220137968940426702?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8220137968940426702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/8220137968940426702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/fomento.html' title='Fomento'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6621602701215646790</id><published>2008-03-31T16:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:10:41.852-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Arvoragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Arvoragem:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. estado de espírito catalisado pelo ato de realizar tarefas domésticas rotineiras ao som de &lt;strong&gt;Lester Young&lt;/strong&gt; para, ora sentir-se um personagem de &lt;strong&gt;Wood Allen &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;These Foolish Things&lt;/em&gt;), ora sentir-se como que num desenho do &lt;strong&gt;Snoopy&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Two To Tango&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6621602701215646790?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6621602701215646790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6621602701215646790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/arvoragem.html' title='Arvoragem'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-9140716357423214359</id><published>2008-03-30T03:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:11:21.731-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B'/><title type='text'>Borogodó</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj1ZwCTHxIA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj1ZwCTHxIA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/7023037524659179637-9140716357423214359?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9140716357423214359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/9140716357423214359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/borogod.html' title='Borogodó'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6031272496199018474</id><published>2008-03-30T02:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:11:57.708-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Sedução</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sedução&lt;/strong&gt;: conjunto de sistema discursivo e ações retóricas que consistem em convencer alguém que se é detentor de um poder de felicidade ou de prazer incomensurável; arte de prometer sem oferecer; fundação de buracos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6031272496199018474?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6031272496199018474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6031272496199018474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/seduo.html' title='Sedução'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-2128165974034537037</id><published>2008-03-30T02:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:12:33.766-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B'/><title type='text'>Baliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Baliza:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. (fís) movimento perfeito que ajusta um corpo num ponto ótimo entre o passado e o futuro; bem-estar; precisão estática.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-2128165974034537037?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2128165974034537037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2128165974034537037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/baliza.html' title='Baliza'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-815572200395130818</id><published>2008-03-29T05:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:13:21.061-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Salto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_vRCaYgbeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/e0EWubOOUBc/s1600-h/tira4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_vRCaYgbeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/e0EWubOOUBc/s320/tira4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186969235219312098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Ontem eu acordei me sentindo como uma atriz em uma propaganda de sabonete. E decidi então colocar um salto alto com calça jeans pra ir a aula. Meus cabelos estavam mais compridos do que nunca, e eu não conseguia conter o rebolado ao passar nas calçadas. Sexo na cabeça escancarado em simpatia e sorrisos. Acontece que depois de certo tempo aquele salto se tornou um martírio. Todo o peso do corpo estava concentrado no peito dos pés. Calos brotaram e eu fiquei um pouco melancólica, com vontade de voltar para casa. Porque fiz isso? Não me senti bem. Alguém disse certa vez que o salto alto foi inventado por uma mulher que só era beijada na testa. Acho que essa mulher era uma reprimida. O salto alto tem a ver com alguma coisa de bailarina, que esconde naquela delicadeza muita rigidez. Não acredito que tem que ser assim. Eu já usei mais saltos na minha vida. Até um dia ficar muito bêbada e cair dele. E depois, acho muito mais legal ver um gigante se encurvar diante de mim só para ganhar um prêmio meu. O problema da mulher que inventou o salto alto não era de baixa estatura, mas de falta de altura. Amanhã vou pra aula de allstar de sola de borracha, pois se eu quiser um beijo na boca, só preciso sorrir ou dar um bote. Meu prazer não é escravo de sacrifício.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;em&gt;*Tira: Laerte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-815572200395130818?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/815572200395130818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/815572200395130818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/salto.html' title='Salto'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8airIdhv6rc/R_vRCaYgbeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/e0EWubOOUBc/s72-c/tira4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6901597548945760617</id><published>2008-03-27T15:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:13:56.711-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q'/><title type='text'>Querido</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Querido:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. fem. querida. substantivação do verbo querer quando o desejo de uma pessoa em relação a outra se cansa; forma dissimulada de chamar seus inimigos; maneira arcaica de se dirigir a outro no tempo em que havia uso de epístolas; tratamento usado por vizinhas fofoqueiras e cínicos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6901597548945760617?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6901597548945760617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6901597548945760617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/querido.html' title='Querido'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-6367098308670823945</id><published>2008-03-26T16:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:17:39.557-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R'/><title type='text'>Ressonância</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ressonância:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. “É preciso estar sempre no nível do alfabeto”. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-6367098308670823945?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6367098308670823945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/6367098308670823945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/ressonncia.html' title='Ressonância'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-1027238511446637569</id><published>2008-03-26T15:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:19:31.968-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>Taciturnidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Taciturnidade:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. diz-se das ligações sorrateiras. Ex. dar função a coisas inúteis é, de fato, um talento obscuro para o autoritarismo. Coagular vitória e martírio é uma aptidão para transformar feridas em monumentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-1027238511446637569?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1027238511446637569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1027238511446637569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/taciturnidade.html' title='Taciturnidade'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-5018106729994161071</id><published>2008-03-26T15:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:18:40.658-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Absurdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Absurdo:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. drenagem de funcionalidade dos atos. Forma purificada de decodificar o cotidiano; pouco caso científico seguido por estima poética; liberdade dos sentidos; coletivo de possíveis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-5018106729994161071?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5018106729994161071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5018106729994161071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/absurdo.html' title='Absurdo'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-2355953028529116610</id><published>2008-03-26T13:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:20:28.104-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Simulacro</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Simulacro:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. arte de investir significados supra especiais a pessoas, coisas ou situações com o intuito de dar sentido apropriado à vida; transformação segundo onipotência de desejos; operação surrealista; arte de bem viver; (fil.) potência do falso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-2355953028529116610?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2355953028529116610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2355953028529116610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/simulacro.html' title='Simulacro'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-4972028483762580528</id><published>2008-03-26T06:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:21:25.787-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>Mandinga</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mandinga:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. ato mágico que consiste na substituição de um mal por outro; pôr a fila para andar; reinvenção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-4972028483762580528?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/4972028483762580528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/4972028483762580528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/mandinga.html' title='Mandinga'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-2957860250290612173</id><published>2008-03-26T04:46:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:22:08.525-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C'/><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>A primeira vez que ela vestiu um &lt;strong&gt;Givency&lt;/strong&gt; foi no filme &lt;em&gt;Sabrina&lt;/em&gt;, mas foi usando um pretinho básico do estilista no filme &lt;em&gt;Breakfast Tiffany’s (Bonequinha de Luxo)&lt;/em&gt; que a palavra cool encontrou o seu melhor sinônimo. Quem diria! Logo uma história de amor entre uma garota de programa e um gigolô se transformar num dos contos de fadas mais inspiradores da década de 60. O mundo estava mesmo ficando de cabeça para baixo e &lt;strong&gt;Holly Golightly&lt;/strong&gt; estava lá, para anunciar os novos tempos. Claro que eu estou falando de &lt;strong&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/strong&gt;. Sem exageros, &lt;em&gt;Bonequinha de Luxo &lt;/em&gt;foi uma revolução estética graças a ela porque, como se não bastasse sua beleza ter sufocado os preconceitos, o filme também desbancou a preferência por loiras e mulheres de curvas insinuantes no cenário de Hollywood. Há quem afirme que as pessoas jamais aceitariam com tanta naturalidade a vida vadia da cortesã novaiorquina que só queria saber de diamantes da &lt;em&gt;Tiffany’s&lt;/em&gt;, se não fosse a singularidade de &lt;strong&gt;Audrey&lt;/strong&gt;. A imagem frágil e delicada de &lt;strong&gt;Hepburn&lt;/strong&gt; deu o contraste perfeito à descolada personagem de frases espirituosas. Tá, estou ignorando o fato de que o conto de &lt;strong&gt;Capote&lt;/strong&gt; supera em muito o filme e que &lt;strong&gt;Audrey&lt;/strong&gt; não foi tão fiel assim à bagaceira da personagem no livro, servindo até a uma censura do sentido da obra original. Mas foda-se! Eu adoro rever os passeios glamorosos de Holly pela Nova York da década de 60. Adoro suas viradas de noite com direito a cigarro com piteira, fugas pela janela e café da manhã em frente da Tiffanys, embora ela tenha plena consciência que é de extremo mau gosto uma mulher usar diamantes antes dos 40.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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(biol.) movimento cardíaco estimulado pela visão de um belo macho com cintura de elefante e elegância de guri que acabou de ganhar um saco de bola de gude num jogo de bilosca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-3209329423858643888?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3209329423858643888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3209329423858643888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/torvelinho.html' title='Torvelinho'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-3134559459298863369</id><published>2008-03-24T20:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:26:16.303-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Inexorável</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Inexorável:&lt;/strong&gt; adj. 2 gên. (lit.) Tipo de ponto final que caracteriza o término de um capítulo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-3134559459298863369?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3134559459298863369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/3134559459298863369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/inexorvel.html' title='Inexorável'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-395618111688318251</id><published>2008-03-24T20:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:25:17.824-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><title type='text'>Nexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nexo:&lt;/strong&gt; s.m. unidade lógica; delírio socialmente funcional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-395618111688318251?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/395618111688318251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/395618111688318251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/nexo.html' title='Nexo'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-259482491820828697</id><published>2008-03-24T20:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:31:14.789-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><title type='text'>Nictalope</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nictalope&lt;/strong&gt;: s. 2 gên. Diz-se daquele que tem sintomas de boemia aguda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-259482491820828697?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/259482491820828697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/259482491820828697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/nictalope.html' title='Nictalope'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-5851901247284064243</id><published>2008-03-24T20:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:31:52.631-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>Tartufice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tartufice&lt;/strong&gt;: s.f. qualidade humana natural e aprisionante que se instaura ante a dificuldade de se lidar com a complexidade da vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-5851901247284064243?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5851901247284064243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/5851901247284064243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/tartufice.html' title='Tartufice'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-7301481702296371418</id><published>2008-03-22T21:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:32:31.304-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>Link</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MINHA AVÓ E MINHA MÃE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Adília Lopes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Minha avó e minha mãe &lt;br&gt;

perdi-as de vista num grande armazém&lt;br&gt;

a fazer compras de Natal&lt;br&gt;

hoje trabalho eu mesma para o armazém&lt;br&gt;

que por sua vez tem tomado conta de mim&lt;br&gt;

uma avó e uma mãe foram-me&lt;br&gt;

entretanto devolvidas&lt;br&gt;

mas não eram bem as minhas&lt;br&gt;

ficamos porém umas com as outras &lt;br&gt;

para não arranjar complicações &lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-7301481702296371418?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7301481702296371418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/7301481702296371418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/link.html' title='Link'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-2692716416844235334</id><published>2008-03-22T20:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:14:28.393-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F'/><title type='text'>Formicida</title><content type='html'>Onde estão minhas formigas se meu arquétipo é de Psyché? Vai embora junto ao castelo, o homem-deus amado e o desejo abdicado em nome da verdade todo o resto de mim? Onde estão minhas formigas? Que não me ajudam a separar os bons grãos da semente para o cultivo? Sou incapaz de inventar nenhum personagem por falta de força, todo exército saiu em campanha em busca de mim. Vagueio maltrapilha pela minha cama tão vasta quanto o mar. Ondas gigantes me submergem, me liquidam, em pequenas moléculas de música. Ora jazz, ora rock’n’roll dos barulhentos, ora clássico! Qualquer emoção, qualquer uma me serve. Enlatados de TV, quero chorar com novelas tirar lições filosóficas do Jornal Nacional. Qualquer coisa, por favor, me apaixone. Qualquer coisa que esteja um pouco longe de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-2692716416844235334?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2692716416844235334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2692716416844235334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/formicida.html' title='Formicida'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-1983696003613300318</id><published>2008-03-21T23:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:27:18.256-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>Lispecções</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lispecção:&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. corresponde ao ato de definir sentimentos com precisão anímica; forma apurada de comunicação embebida de poesia. Alguns exemplos: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Animosidade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que seria então aquela sensação de força contida, pronta para rebentar em violência, aquela sede de empregá-la de olhos fechados, inteira, com a segurança irrefletida de uma fera? Não era no mal apenas que alguém podia respirar sem medo, aceitando o ar e os plenos pulmões? Nem o prazer me daria tanto prazer quanto o mal, pensava ela surpreendida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 
&lt;strong&gt;Modelagem&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perco a consciência, mas não importa, encontro a maior serenidade na alucinação. É curioso como não sei dizer quem eu sou. Quer dizer, sei-o bem, mas não posso dizer. Sobretudo tenho medo de dizer, porque no momento em que tento falar não só exprimo o que sinto como o que sinto se transforma lentamente no que eu digo. Ou pelo menos o que me faz agir não é o que sinto mas o que eu digo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Elucubração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;- O que é que se consegue quando se fica feliz?, sua voz era uma seta clara e fina. A professora olhou para Joana. (...) - Queria saber: depois que se é feliz o que acontece? O que vem depois? – repetiu a menina com obstinação.&lt;br&gt;
A mulher encarava-a surpresa.&lt;br&gt;
- Que idéia! Acho que não sei o que você quer dizer, que idéia! Faça a mesma pergunta com outras palavras...&lt;br&gt;
- Ser feliz é para se conseguir o quê?&lt;br&gt;
A professora enrubesceu – nunca se sabia dizer por que ela avermelhava. Notou toda a turma, mandou-a dispersar para o recreio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Meticulosidade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Quem se recusa o prazer, quem se faz de monge, em qualquer sentido, é porque tem uma capacidade enorme para o prazer, uma capacidade perigosa – daí um temor maior ainda. Só quem guarda as armas a chave é quem receia atirar sobre todos.&lt;br&gt;
- Sim...&lt;br&gt;
- Eu disse: quem se recusa... Porque há os... os planos, os feitos de terra que sem adubo nunca florescerá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Anelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Gosto. Mas eu nunca sei o que fazer das pessoas ou das coisas de que eu gosto, elas chegam a me pesar, desde pequena. (...) eu não trago paz a ninguém (...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;*Todos os textos: &lt;em&gt;Perto do coração Selvagem&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-1983696003613300318?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1983696003613300318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/1983696003613300318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/lispeces.html' title='Lispecções'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023037524659179637.post-2328351083186338851</id><published>2008-03-21T22:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:29:10.053-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B'/><title type='text'>Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Beijo:&lt;/strong&gt;s.m. nódoa de saudade deixada no rosto ou na boca de alguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023037524659179637-2328351083186338851?l=projetoverbete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2328351083186338851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023037524659179637/posts/default/2328351083186338851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoverbete.blogspot.com/2008/03/beijo_21.html' title='Beijo'/><author><name>Dani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8airIdhv6rc/TF0c7amBqDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l7OyEqcO_KI/S220/imagem.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
