<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522</id><updated>2009-10-30T12:52:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mia koreto</title><subtitle type='html'>o que vier de meu coraçãozinho</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-8594896546552025233</id><published>2008-11-03T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:10:57.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://miakoreto.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://miakoreto.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-8594896546552025233?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/8594896546552025233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=8594896546552025233' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/8594896546552025233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/8594896546552025233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/11/httpmiakoreto.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-5223015852420502001</id><published>2008-10-30T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:12:43.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o que eu sinto'/><title type='text'>Para Adriana no seu aniversário, com amor</title><content type='html'>Forte. Uma das mulheres mais fortes que eu conheço (e uma das mais cheirosas também). Parece ter vestido um escudo, onde só ficam à mostra seus belos e misteriosos olhos castanhos. Gosto de teus sapatos e de teus atos, e quando sorris é tão sincero... Ágil, esperta e muito inteligente. Te considero quase uma "professora", um exemplo pra mim (mesmo que não queiras, é inevitável). Desculpe-me, mas por falta de experiência profissional ainda não consigo separar "amigos" de "colegas de trabalho". Então eu digo: gosto demais de ti, nunca vou esquecer desse tempo em que convivemos, tudo o que aprendi contigo. Quero que sejas muito feliz, tenhas muita saúde, paz, AMOR! E lembres sempre que eu faço qualquer coisa que pedires, afinal, sou tua secretária. Te amo. PARABÉNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruna Carolina&lt;br /&gt;30 de outubro de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SQpa26rZVEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HKNEIvVOhcs/s1600-h/Imagem+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SQpa26rZVEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HKNEIvVOhcs/s320/Imagem+180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263119014046553154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;é a única foto que temos juntas, infelizmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-5223015852420502001?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/5223015852420502001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=5223015852420502001' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/5223015852420502001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/5223015852420502001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-adriana-no-seu-aniversrio-com-amor.html' title='Para Adriana no seu aniversário, com amor'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SQpa26rZVEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HKNEIvVOhcs/s72-c/Imagem+180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-396579870175290179</id><published>2008-10-25T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:25:53.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o que eu vejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiz poesia'/><title type='text'>Profissão Colorida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cabeça põe no chão&lt;br /&gt;Vira uma cambalhota&lt;br /&gt;Olha pra criança&lt;br /&gt;E conta uma lorota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeira sadia&lt;br /&gt;A alma nunca vazia&lt;br /&gt;Recompensa ver esperança&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos de uma criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SQPG4AU6cRI/AAAAAAAAASI/b6sa8U3LcZU/s1600-h/palhaco.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Um pequeno pingo de chuva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sobre minha cabeça caiu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E eu senti como se fosse o dia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que pela última vez a gente riu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tínhamos o sol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas dele não conseguimos nada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aproveitamos a chuva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Para pedir mais uma rodada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do vinho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que desce a garganta de mansinho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E embriaga o coração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;De álcool e emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-2866833861581348752?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/2866833861581348752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=2866833861581348752' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/2866833861581348752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/2866833861581348752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/10/das-noites-um-pequeno-pingo-de-chuva.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-642401910318575679</id><published>2008-10-18T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:28:53.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o que eu sinto'/><title type='text'>more than words</title><content type='html'>Escrevo hoje sobre a falta do que escrever: não há nada pior. Nada pior do que te faltar inspiração, quando não te falta assunto. Eu quero escrever sobre algo diferente, algo que não seja o amor, sentimento presente na minha cabeça na maior parte do tempo. Mas nada me vem.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo, então, sobre a falta de palavras. Olho para esse quadrado branco onde poderia despejar tudo o que vejo, sinto, mas hoje despejo o nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lendo essas linhas é como se nada estivesse escrito, tamanho o vazio destas palavras. Das minhas palavras, que deveriam fazer todo o sentido para mim, mas não fazem. Hoje não fazem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-642401910318575679?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/642401910318575679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=642401910318575679' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/642401910318575679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/642401910318575679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/10/escrevo-hoje-sobre-falta-do-que.html' title='more than words'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-5936707319035203054</id><published>2008-10-11T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:16:49.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lembranças'/><title type='text'>Natureza Interrompida</title><content type='html'>As árvores que estavam aqui, agora viraram retratos&lt;br /&gt;em uma parede de cimento.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que aqui habitava se foi, virou cidade, comunidade,&lt;br /&gt;vida urbana, e uma lembrança, um sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar para o campo, e quero que o campo volte para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma vida saudável!&lt;br /&gt;Ar respirável, quero desse jeito e quero assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade me deixa triste, tristeza no fundo da alma.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar do meu campo toda hora, é o acalento que me apavora.&lt;br /&gt;E desse jeito termino por dizer&lt;br /&gt;que hoje o jeca chora quando vê que a sua natureza, interrompida,&lt;br /&gt;agora respira sem vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruna Carolina e Tiago Odorizzi - 2006&lt;br /&gt;Língua Portuguesa e Literatura, 2º ano E. E. B. Luiz Delfino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-5936707319035203054?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/5936707319035203054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=5936707319035203054' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/5936707319035203054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/5936707319035203054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/10/natureza-interrompida.html' title='Natureza Interrompida'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-595816921142495011</id><published>2008-10-05T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:31:29.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o que eu vejo'/><title type='text'>A nuvem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Olhando pela janela, vejo uma enorme nuvem negra que não me dá medo, pois já sei o que vem pela frente. Quero registrá-la. Impossível com imagens, então...com palavras, quem sabe? É gigante. O sol se esconde, temendo-a. Eu não. Caminho, descalça, até o meio da rua e a expio, faço-a me notar, já que vem em minha direção.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carrega consigo milhares de pequenas gotas que vão fazer a felicidade de milhares de pequenas plantas, mas a infelicidade de alguns pequeno humanos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ô, nuvem, nos dê uma trégua, por favor. Você é bonita, porém melancólica. Queremos o sol malvado, porém alegre. Só um pouquinho, até secar-nos.&lt;/p&gt;Se não for assim, vou ter que trocar a minha cama por uma canoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SOjddwz6efI/AAAAAAAAARI/pIdX9OO9H6E/s1600-h/diversas2+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SOjddwz6efI/AAAAAAAAARI/pIdX9OO9H6E/s200/diversas2+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253692468716272114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-595816921142495011?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/595816921142495011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=595816921142495011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/595816921142495011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/595816921142495011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/10/nuvem.html' title='A nuvem'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SOjddwz6efI/AAAAAAAAARI/pIdX9OO9H6E/s72-c/diversas2+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-1469056533134390596</id><published>2008-10-02T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:52:32.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nessa noite que não parece noite&lt;br /&gt;Essa lua que mais parece um sol&lt;br /&gt;Vamos, então, de maos dadas&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentar os nossos medos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temas mais a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Nem o perigo da ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Querido, eu te acompanho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levando-te no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-1469056533134390596?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/1469056533134390596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=1469056533134390596' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/1469056533134390596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/1469056533134390596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/10/nessa-noite-que-no-parece-noite-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-6182957674016834752</id><published>2008-09-27T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:11:03.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry &amp; foreign language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The rose is red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose is red&lt;br /&gt;The violet's blue&lt;br /&gt;Sugar is sweet&lt;br /&gt;And so are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a poem and it's in English - a tribute to Ursinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-6182957674016834752?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/6182957674016834752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=6182957674016834752' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/6182957674016834752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/6182957674016834752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/09/poetry-foreign-language.html' title='poetry &amp; foreign language'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-8285673747167050158</id><published>2008-09-18T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:44:51.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre o amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>ah, paixão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SNMPsq1J3TI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MV2ROPhEuM0/s1600-h/heartbreak-icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SNMPsq1J3TI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MV2ROPhEuM0/s200/heartbreak-icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247555250902654258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela o vê e de repente tudo fica preto e branco ao reconhecer sua camiseta colorida de longe. Deixa os amigos e vai ao seu encontro com qualquer pretexto, apenas para vê-lo sorrir ao vê-la. Apenas para que ele a faça sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entende, menina, que a vida é sempre assim. Você sempre vai se apaixonar, o tempo todo, mas e se ele não te amar? Levanta e começa tudo de novo. Se machucar te fortalece. É como um moleque aprendendo a andar de bicicleta: na primeira curva cai, rala os joelhos, senta na calçada, chora, chora, fica meio ressabiado; na outra semana esquece tudo, pega a bicicleta de novo e vai sentir o vento bater na cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu te machucas. E dói. Mas a sensação de "borboletas no estômago" vale muito a pena, além da dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assim tu aprendes, menina. Não a não se apaixonar mais, mas sim que se apaixonar é a melhor coisa da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-8285673747167050158?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/8285673747167050158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=8285673747167050158' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/8285673747167050158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/8285673747167050158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-paixo.html' title='ah, paixão...'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SNMPsq1J3TI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MV2ROPhEuM0/s72-c/heartbreak-icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-2610665292101771910</id><published>2008-09-17T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:55:18.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projetos jornalísticos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prof Ofelia'/><title type='text'>Pauta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pauta/reportagem 19/09/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Repórter: Bruna Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assunto/retranca: Jovens e Religião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Proposta / objetivos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mostrar a relação dos jovens com a igreja, com a religião, o que eles pensam sobre os ensinamentos de suas religiões e as relações com os pais religiosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mostrar trabalhos sociais influenciados pela igreja e grupos de jovens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fontes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;08h00min Entrevistas com alunos do ensino médio da Escola Estadual Luiz Delfino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fone xxxx xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10h30min entrevista com alunos do ensino médio do Colégio Energia de Blumenau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fone xxxx xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15h00min às 19:00 falar com os responsáveis em Blumenau das igrejas Católica, Evangélica e Budista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Igreja Evangélica Assembléia de Deus – Rua dos Caçadores, 2610 - 47 3328 3287 Blumenau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Catedral São Paulo Apóstolo – Rua XV de Novembro, s/n – 47 3322 0699 – Blumenau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grupo de Prática Chagdud Gonpa Rigdjed Ling Buddhismo Vajrayāna Tibetano - Escola Nyingma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lama Yeshe – Rua Alberto Stein, 474 2º andar – Blumenau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entrevista com famílias destas igrejas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entrevista com psicólogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dr Marcelo – Marcelo@unibes.edu.br - Fone 47 xxxx xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dados:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- 98% dos 800 brasileiros, com idade entre 15 e 24 anos, ouvidos numa pesquisa disseram acreditar em Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Entre os que seguem alguma religião, 33% escolheram sua fé por decisão pessoal, sem interferência da família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- 17% deles tinham mudado de religião ao menos uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://veja.abril.com.br/especiais/jovens_2003/p_028.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sugestão de roteiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conhecer as religiões mais a fundo, os motivos dos jovens acreditarem ou não em Deus – ou em uma força superior, porque seguem ou não a religião dos pais.&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/7386173101797386522-2610665292101771910?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/2610665292101771910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=2610665292101771910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/2610665292101771910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/2610665292101771910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/09/pauta.html' title='Pauta'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-3241599568034466598</id><published>2008-09-17T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:03:21.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projetos jornalísticos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prof Ofelia'/><title type='text'>900 caracteres!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As rotinas de produção no telejornalismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; O que vimos hoje serviu de inspiração, de exemplo, pra nós principiantes. Começamos a trabalhar as rotinas de produção do telejornalismo e assuntos que a envolve, tais como pauta, quem trabalha na redação, a função de cada um deles como, por exemplo, repórter, editor-chefe, diretor de vídeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os diretores e editores-chefe são os que ficam o tempo todo ao lado de todos os funcionários, sempre supervisionando e ajudando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os pauteiros são quem, como o nome diz, fazem a pauta para as reportagens. São como os levantadores de um time de vôlei: fazem o levantamento de todos dados, a alta do dólar, o preço do feijão, para o repórter dar sua cortada e fazer o ponto no jogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assistimos os trabalhos de alguns ex-alunos da Prof Ofélia, onde mostravam, em vídeo, o dia-a-dia de algumas emissoras importantes da Bahia, como Band Bahia, TVE e Record Bahia. Nesses vídeos, vários profissionais comentavam sobre suas rotinas como jornalistas, comentando quão estressante é a rotina, como é necessário o amor pela profissão e todos que trabalham no jornal são extremamente apaixonados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-3241599568034466598?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/3241599568034466598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=3241599568034466598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/3241599568034466598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/3241599568034466598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/09/900-caracteres.html' title='900 caracteres!'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-4078806854142539049</id><published>2008-09-17T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:55:34.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projetos jornalísticos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prof Ofelia'/><title type='text'>A camponesa que leu Proust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A camponesa Céleste Albaret, governanta contratada, em consideração a um amigo, pelo escritor francês Marcel Proust e que trabalhou e viveu nove anos com o escritor é a personagem principal da matéria. Outros personagens que aparecem são o próprio Proust e alguns de seus possíveis amantes, como Alfred Agostinelli, seu secretário e antigo motorista. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ainda são citadas personagens como Reynaldo Hahn, compositor e ex-amante, Odilon, chofer e amigo que influenciou a contratação de Céleste, o conde Robert de Montesquieu e o barão de Charlus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A matéria comenta a reedição de um livro escrito por Céleste, publicado em 1999, em que a governanta faz algumas revelações e desmente alguns mitos divulgados por outros escritores que nem o conheciam. No livro, “Senhor Proust”, Céleste tenta polir a imagem do patrão, destacando sua generosidade e tentando encobrir excentricidades como a homossexualidade, que ela camufla transformando as personagens masculinas em mulheres, namoradas, amantes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cineasta alemão Percy Aldon (“Bagdad Café”) transformou o livro em um filme de prestígio, embora pouco visto. Para quem conheceu tão bem o escritor, suas revelações não chegam a ajudar os leitores a achar brechas em suas memórias. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biografias são muito interessantes, principalmente sobre mitos da literatura, sempre tão polêmicos, mas ao julgar por essa matéria, suas anotações não ajudam muito quem não conhece Marcel Proust e &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sua obra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(A Notícia, 1/06/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7386173101797386522-4078806854142539049?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/4078806854142539049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=4078806854142539049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/4078806854142539049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/4078806854142539049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/09/camponesa-que-leu-proust.html' title='A camponesa que leu Proust'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-518010032801918984</id><published>2008-09-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:09:18.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projetos jornalísticos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prof Ofelia'/><title type='text'>Coisa de Adulto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivemos no século XXI. Estamos rodeados pela tecnologia, e cada vez mais dependemos dela. Para falar a verdade até gostamos disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O vídeo game é umas das tecnologias que nos rodeiam, conquistando um espaço bilionário na indústria do entretenimento. Geralmente direcionado às crianças, cada vez mais os adultos se aficionam por este mercado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O público interessado recentemente pelos games é predominantemente masculino, na faixa dos 20 aos 30 anos. Buscam, em geral, outros produtos tecnológicos, como computadores e tocadores digitais. No Brasil esse público está majoritariamente nas classes A e B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Até o final deste ano esse mercado de games terá um crescimento de mais de 22% em relação ao ano passado, cerca de US$ 57,1 bilhões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse acontecimento envolve milhares de pessoas no mundo inteiro, desde consumidores, jogadores, vendedores, lojistas e produtores. São pessoas preocupadas em aplicar o dinheiro no lazer. São indivíduos apaixonados que podem levar os games à liderança de toda a indústria do entretenimento em um futuro próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O vídeo game já foi considerado coisa de criança mas agora não é mais. É brincadeira para todas as idades e gostos e cada vez mais o setor se consolida como diversão de massa. Dessa forma, o principal critério de noticiabilidade da matéria foi o impacto e interesse do público no sentido de ser uma nova tecnologia e pelo significativo número de pessoas que são potenciais usuários da mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alunos: Aline Marquardt, Bruna Carolina e Matheus Gritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-518010032801918984?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/518010032801918984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=518010032801918984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/518010032801918984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/518010032801918984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/09/coisa-de-adulto.html' title='Coisa de Adulto'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-6688397424470048006</id><published>2008-09-17T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:56:06.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projetos jornalísticos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prof Ofelia'/><title type='text'>A natureza do Jornalismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No livro "A opinião no jornalismo brasileiro" de José Marques de Melo, o autor apresenta perspectivas brasileiras do jornalismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Os jornalistas Brasileiros Cremilda Medina e Paulo Roberto Leandro tentam resgatar a identidade do jornalismo interpretativo. Trilhando o caminho delineado por Mac Dougall.&lt;br /&gt;O esforço de determinar p sentido de um fato, é definido por eles, atravéz  da rede de forças que atuam nele.&lt;br /&gt;Por sua vez, Luiz Beltrão mostra que a nova modalidade de jornalismo não encontrou muita receptividade no país, limitando-se a jornais, Rio de Janeiro e São Paulo. Essa situação parece haver se modificado nos últimos anos, apesar das empresas jornalísticas não demonstrarem muito interesse em se equipar.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo Clovis Rossi, é assegurável que possuímos arquivos de jornais contendo uma dosagem de informações acima do razoável e permite a um repórter interessado situar-se com certa rapidez num assunto que lhe é estranho.&lt;br /&gt;Devido à precariedade nas condições de trabalho é extremamente difícil o desempenho profissional e consequentemente impede a dedicação ao cultivo das fontes e a pratica continua da interpretação.&lt;br /&gt;O jornalismo interpretativo e o jornalismo investigativo não possuem controvérsias devido a essa precariedade.&lt;br /&gt;O interrese do leitor por produções jornalísticas esta menos na informação em si, ou seja, na essência do fato narrado, do que nos ingredientes de estilo, despertando o prazer estético, em suma, divertindo, entretendo e agradando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alunos: Adriana, Bruna, Eneias e Giovani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-6688397424470048006?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/6688397424470048006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=6688397424470048006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/6688397424470048006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/6688397424470048006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/09/natureza-do-jornalismo.html' title='A natureza do Jornalismo'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-7699325114425022443</id><published>2008-09-17T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:11:42.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projetos jornalísticos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prof Ofelia'/><title type='text'>O Jornalismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O jornalismo é diferente do meio porque nos meios, como televisão, rádio, jornal impresso, podem ser veiculadas muitas propagandas e informações irrelevantes para certos segmentos da sociedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O jornalismo é uma rede social universal que trabalha com base na atualidade buscando sempre a objetividade para atender os interesses e expectativas do público. Porém é necessário diferenciar o interesse público do interesse do público, pois muitas vezes uma matéria interessa ao público mas não tem teor informativo relevante ao público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É importante definir e esclarecer ao público o que é informação e o que é opinião para que não se tenha uma idéia de algo ignorando a realidade. Trabalhos informativos são aqueles que levam as noticias sobre diversos temas sem manifestar a opinião da empresa de comunicação e do profissional que a está transmitindo, tais como entrevista, reportagem e nota. Enquanto os opinativos expressam exclusivamente a opinião do meio sobre determinado fato ou acontecimento, por exemplo editoriais, comentários, charges e cartas dos leitores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os principais aspectos do jornalismo, segundo Hudec, são a fidelidade aos fatos (objetividade), a atualidade dos fatos e multiplicidade dos meios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que contribui para um jornalismo ético e responsável e especialização e o conhecimento das técnicas e regras dentro de cada meio, como: rádio, televisão, internet e meios impressos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É necessário fazer jornalismo objetivo, atendo-se aos fatos de interesse público, sem apelações sensacionalistas, levando informação a todos, sem distinção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alunos: Bruna Carolina de Souza e Eneias Mutte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-7699325114425022443?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/7699325114425022443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=7699325114425022443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/7699325114425022443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/7699325114425022443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-jornalismo.html' title='O Jornalismo'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-4494635338403825951</id><published>2008-09-14T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:22:24.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>como uma flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SM04ZdXIPQI/AAAAAAAAANI/_Fzo6X5T7dY/s1600-h/flor-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SM04ZdXIPQI/AAAAAAAAANI/_Fzo6X5T7dY/s200/flor-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245911150986018050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, pequena flor que balança com o vento, me ensina a resistir assim ao que é tão mais forte, sem desistir, sem chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Baixas tua cabeça só quando é chegada a hora e não tens mais força.&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina  a mostrar toda a beleza assim, todas as cores, toda aberta, exposta a todos assim.&lt;br /&gt;Me diz como tu fazes pra crescer tão perfumada alheia a toda a a desgraça, sem se desesperar, sem se despetalar. Mesmo quando és arrancada da tua sobrevivência continuas bela e formosa, como uma rainha.&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a viver assim, pequena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-4494635338403825951?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/4494635338403825951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=4494635338403825951' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/4494635338403825951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/4494635338403825951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/09/como-uma-flor.html' title='como uma flor'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SM04ZdXIPQI/AAAAAAAAANI/_Fzo6X5T7dY/s72-c/flor-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-6464514058977777596</id><published>2008-08-30T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:06:52.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e então o frio gela minhas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu olho ao redor procurando por alguém para esquentá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu tão sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;com meu coração na mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a boca fechada, seca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;nada pra dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-6464514058977777596?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/6464514058977777596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=6464514058977777596' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/6464514058977777596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/6464514058977777596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-ento-o-frio-gela-minhas-mos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-8580400860287859108</id><published>2008-08-17T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:27:15.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SKikAXwd2nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-v77za_R9n8/s1600-h/offandoff_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235614893102455410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" height="134" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SKikAXwd2nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-v77za_R9n8/s320/offandoff_1440.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo mágico é a fotografia.&lt;br /&gt;transformar em eternidade uma ação;&lt;br /&gt;em 'para sempre' uma paisagem;&lt;br /&gt;em lembrança um ato passageiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capturar a alma do momento&lt;br /&gt;transmitir toda a beleza a um atento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda posso guardar na minha estante&lt;br /&gt;as imagens imóveis de pessoas que fizeram&lt;br /&gt;parte da minha vida - muito móveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*em homenagem à aula de fotografia que terei amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-8580400860287859108?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/8580400860287859108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=8580400860287859108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/8580400860287859108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/8580400860287859108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/08/algo-mgico-fotografia.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SKikAXwd2nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-v77za_R9n8/s72-c/offandoff_1440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-5755637314870664237</id><published>2008-08-03T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T06:43:56.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about love'/><title type='text'>heartly</title><content type='html'>amo a vários.&lt;br /&gt;amo, pela remota possibilidade de ser amada.&lt;br /&gt;pelo arrepio que provoca cada encontro de olhares;&lt;br /&gt;cada palavra, por acaso, trocada.&lt;br /&gt;pelo desejo, secreto, de abraçar bem forte e beijar cada um deles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-5755637314870664237?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/5755637314870664237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=5755637314870664237' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/5755637314870664237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/5755637314870664237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/08/heartly.html' title='heartly'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-1609697323368046635</id><published>2008-08-02T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:34:54.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projetos jornalísticos'/><title type='text'>As várias faces da cobertura jornalística</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SJSoq_2BKgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yBakhh_rYNc/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SJSoq_2BKgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yBakhh_rYNc/s400/Page_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229990523929963010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SJSoT43wjRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_r7xcondFFg/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-1609697323368046635?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/1609697323368046635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=1609697323368046635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/1609697323368046635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/1609697323368046635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-vrias-faces-da-cobertura-jornalstica.html' title='As várias faces da cobertura jornalística'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1HIaCemZ7jU/SJSoq_2BKgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yBakhh_rYNc/s72-c/Page_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-5750815189021633748</id><published>2008-05-22T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:31:02.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>explosion</title><content type='html'>e a sensação é de ter tudo à sua disposição e não conseguir alcançar nada.&lt;br /&gt;um balão inflando dentro da cabeça&lt;br /&gt;a dor aumentando&lt;br /&gt;vai explodir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou explodir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if I can't handle this?&lt;br /&gt;what if it's too much?&lt;br /&gt;e se for tempestade em copo d'agua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não vou explodir.&lt;br /&gt;nunca teria essa sorte (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-5750815189021633748?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/5750815189021633748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=5750815189021633748' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/5750815189021633748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/5750815189021633748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/05/explosion.html' title='explosion'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-3447452119540853502</id><published>2008-04-29T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:12:22.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ontem e hoje</title><content type='html'>em um dia tudo está perfeito, maravilhoso, tudo funciona e nada dá errado.&lt;br /&gt;no outro, tudo está errado e nada funciona.&lt;br /&gt;mas até que não foi tão ruim &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-3447452119540853502?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/3447452119540853502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=3447452119540853502' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/3447452119540853502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/3447452119540853502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/04/ontem-e-hoje.html' title='ontem e hoje'/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-3786282526846689834</id><published>2008-04-19T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:28:42.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/funnypictures/details/5325"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.pyzam.com/funnypics/1/pyzammenandcoffee.jpg" alt="Men and Coffee" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/funnypictures"&gt;Funny Pictures&lt;/a&gt; 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at &lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/funnypictures"&gt;pYzam.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-3786282526846689834?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/3786282526846689834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=3786282526846689834' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/3786282526846689834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/3786282526846689834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-funny-pictures-and-myspace-layouts.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386173101797386522.post-6558473066692774482</id><published>2008-04-16T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:36:15.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e eu não sei o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;eu não estou no lugar certo, mas não sei qual é o meu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;a única coisa que eu realmente quero fazer (pela primeira vez) está sendo criticada por familiares.&lt;br /&gt;então. o inferno é aqui. o paraíso é a morte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386173101797386522-6558473066692774482?l=miakoreto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/feeds/6558473066692774482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386173101797386522&amp;postID=6558473066692774482' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/6558473066692774482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386173101797386522/posts/default/6558473066692774482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miakoreto.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-eu-no-sei-o-que-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740853580475915239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15290940121527783706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>