<?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-2539425147590937889</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:12:41.054-08:00</updated><category term='Crônicas'/><category term='Meio Ambiente'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='Mafalda'/><title type='text'>Sobretudo, humano.</title><subtitle type='html'>Eis o melhor e o pior de mim
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As necessidades pessoais e familiares são secundárias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2.Trabalhe aos sábados o dia inteiro e, se puder também aos domingos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3.Se não puder permanecer no escritório à noite, leve trabalho para casa e trabalhe até tarde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4.Ao invés de dizer não, diga sempre sim a tudo que lhe solicitarem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5.Procure fazer parte de todas as comissões, comitês, diretorias,conselhos e aceite todos os convites para conferências, seminários, encontros, reuniões, simpósios etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6.Não se dê ao luxo de um café da manhã ou uma refeição tranqüila. Pelo contrário, não perca tempo e aproveite o horário das refeições para fechar negócios ou fazer reuniões importantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.Não perca tempo fazendo ginástica, nadando, pescando, jogando bola outênis. Afinal, tempo é dinheiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8.Nunca tire férias, você não precisa disso. Lembre-se que você é deferro. (e ferro enferruja!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9.Centralize todo o trabalho em você, controle e examine tudo para ver senada está errado. Delegar é pura bobagem; é tudo com você mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10.Se sentir que está perdendo o ritmo, o fôlego e pintar aquela dor de estômago, tome logo estimulantes, energéticos e anti-ácidos. Eles vão tedeixar tinindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11.Se tiver dificuldades em dormir não perca tempo: tome calmantes e sedativos de todos os tipos. Agem rápido e são baratos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12.E por último, o mais importante: não se permita ter momentos de oração, meditação, audição de uma boa música e reflexão sobre sua vida. Isto é para crédulos e tolos sensíveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275740288324906434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/STcx1xTSrcI/AAAAAAAAACg/36AbaQ9wsDI/s400/mafalda_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repita para si:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não perco tempo com bobagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539425147590937889-7529782992064150780?l=monique-oliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monique-oliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/7529782992064150780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2539425147590937889&amp;postID=7529782992064150780' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539425147590937889/posts/default/7529782992064150780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539425147590937889/posts/default/7529782992064150780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monique-oliveira.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-ter-um-infarto-feliz.html' title='PARA TER UM INFARTO FELIZ'/><author><name>Monique Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11117712806637282301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SPPp7_4KgpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3-XzUAxfl98/S220/eu_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/STcx1xTSrcI/AAAAAAAAACg/36AbaQ9wsDI/s72-c/mafalda_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539425147590937889.post-1570090289751460738</id><published>2008-11-25T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:24:47.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/7589/semtc3adtulobs0.jpg" rel="lightbox[img]"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/9869/semtc3adtuloso3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/7589/semtc3adtulobs0.jpg" rel="lightbox[img]"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/7589/semtc3adtulobs0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: desocoolpados.files.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539425147590937889-1570090289751460738?l=monique-oliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monique-oliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/1570090289751460738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2539425147590937889&amp;postID=1570090289751460738' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539425147590937889/posts/default/1570090289751460738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539425147590937889/posts/default/1570090289751460738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monique-oliveira.blogspot.com/2008/11/fonte-desocoolpados.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11117712806637282301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SPPp7_4KgpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3-XzUAxfl98/S220/eu_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539425147590937889.post-439571548166162428</id><published>2008-11-06T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:16:13.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'>BONS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SRMl3dgx1cI/AAAAAAAAACI/JLD0phOYww8/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SRMl3dgx1cI/AAAAAAAAACI/JLD0phOYww8/s400/amigos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265594024071386562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoados os que possuem amigos, os que os têm sem pedir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque amigo não se pede, não se compra, nem se vende.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amigo a gente sente!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos os que sofrem por amigos, os que falam com o olhar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque amigo não se cala, não questiona, nem se rende.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amigo a gente entende!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos os que guardam amigos, os que entregam o ombro pra chorar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque amigo sofre e chora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amigo não tem hora pra consolar!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos sejam os amigos que acreditam na tua verdade ou te apontam a realidade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque amigo é a direção.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amigo é a base quando falta o chão!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos sejam todos os amigos de raízes, verdadeiros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque amigos são herdeiros da real sagacidade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ter amigos é a melhor cumplicidade!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que choram por saber que as rosas têm espinho,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há outras que sorriem por saber que os espinhos têm rosas!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machado de Assis&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/2539425147590937889-439571548166162428?l=monique-oliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monique-oliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/439571548166162428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2539425147590937889&amp;postID=439571548166162428' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539425147590937889/posts/default/439571548166162428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539425147590937889/posts/default/439571548166162428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monique-oliveira.blogspot.com/2008/11/bons-amigos.html' title='BONS AMIGOS'/><author><name>Monique Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11117712806637282301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SPPp7_4KgpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3-XzUAxfl98/S220/eu_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SRMl3dgx1cI/AAAAAAAAACI/JLD0phOYww8/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539425147590937889.post-1288348287878594155</id><published>2008-11-02T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:24:18.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O CONDOMÍNIO DE PRAIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crônica retirada do livro "Moça com Flor na Boca". Crônicas escolhidas de Airton Monte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O condomínio de praia é uma invenção nada original da classe média, num desses rompantes de majestosa mediocridade. Sou classe média, confesso, porque ninguém é perfeito. Não tenho a menor vergonha ou maior orgulho desse fato inevitável feito a morte.&lt;br /&gt;Também sei que somos uma classe em rápida extinção no Brasil, e talvez por não oito nem oitenta, a classe média desenvolveu um apetite de cupim pelas coisas materiais e devora, com igual voracidade, pizzas e paisagens.&lt;br /&gt;Haja vista que todo condômino praiano, veranistas, como gostam de ser chamados, adora perpretar churrasquinho no fim de semana, que assume um aspecto tão ritualístico quanto lavar o carro da família com o som nas alturas e um melífluo ar de bonomia estampado no rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Chego a pensar se a tal de felicidade não seria um condômino praiano, sem camisa, bermudão e surfista, lavando o carro, ouvindo lixo, bebendo caipirinha e torrando bistecas numa churrasqueira comprada à prestação.&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana desses, depois de insistentes convites, ancorei meu boêmio barco de cigano espírito no apartamento de um amigo, no Icaraí. No domingo, famílias inteiras de veranistas e farofeiros de ocasião invadiram nossa praia e meu sossego.&lt;br /&gt;A classe média tem essa coisa boa da família reunida, esse chamego de pessoas que se amam e sabem onde o umbigo de cada um foi enterrado.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que este sentimento de clã é muito classe média pro meu gosto, mas não posso negar que esse negócio de família me dá segurança da raiz de onde venho e da história da minha própria história. Isso não me faz esquecer todos os pequenos gestos poéticos, todos os pequenos ridículos conflitos que protagonizamos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o cara que torrava bistecas sem cessar passou o dia inteiro pilotando a churrasqueira com um sorriso de Papai Noel estampado na cara gorducha, emoldurada por uma careca reluzente de suor.&lt;br /&gt;De tardezinha, sem que ninguém esperasse, morreu de um fulminante infarto do miocárdio, ainda espetando intimoratamente uma exuberante costela mindim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho tanto medo de ficar assim, viver assim, morrer assim, vestindo bermudas e torrando bistecas. Sabem como é a rotina, bater o catolé com o coração de pijama listrado, que nem general de piada. Uma morte besta, sem mistério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tão anônimo feito uma costeleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SQ3PhQ1IXZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GtV0mmABG6o/s1600-h/airton_monte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264091709826424210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SQ3PhQ1IXZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GtV0mmABG6o/s400/airton_monte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;O autor: Airton Monte - Foto: Jornal O Povo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outras crônicas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.opovo.com.br/opovo/colunas/airtonmonte/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.opovo.com.br/opovo/colunas/airtonmonte/&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/2539425147590937889-1288348287878594155?l=monique-oliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monique-oliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/1288348287878594155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2539425147590937889&amp;postID=1288348287878594155' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539425147590937889/posts/default/1288348287878594155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539425147590937889/posts/default/1288348287878594155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monique-oliveira.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-condomnio-de-praia-crnica-retirada-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11117712806637282301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SPPp7_4KgpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3-XzUAxfl98/S220/eu_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SQ3PhQ1IXZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GtV0mmABG6o/s72-c/airton_monte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539425147590937889.post-7046747642455430751</id><published>2008-11-02T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:43:36.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bode Iôiô, cidadão de Fortaleza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bode Iôiô empalhado no Museu do Ceará&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SQ20lIANajI/AAAAAAAAABc/eaUuTbzHL1w/s1600-h/bode_ioio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062089362500146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SQ20lIANajI/AAAAAAAAABc/eaUuTbzHL1w/s400/bode_ioio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iôiô é uma figura folclórica da cultura popular cearense. Costumava perambular pelo antigo centro cultural da capital, na companhia de boêmios e escritores que freqüentavam os bares e cafés da Praça do Ferreira. O nome “Iôiô”, segundo conta a história popular, se originou das andanças do bode entre a Praça do Ferreira e a Praia de Iracema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bode é tema de documentários, histórias de cordel e livros infantis.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1931, foi empalhado e doado ao acervo do Museu do Ceará. Segundo o historiador Raimundo Girão, autor do livro “Geografia da Estética Cearense”, o bode Iôiô era um cidadão como outro qualquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SQ3C8nh59II/AAAAAAAAABs/4Z52THnbmco/s1600-h/historinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264077886125110402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SQ3C8nh59II/AAAAAAAAABs/4Z52THnbmco/s400/historinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Leia mais:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.ceara.com.br/cepg/h40.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;www.ceara.com.br/cepg/h40.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bode_Ioiô"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bode_Ioiô &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://desciclopedia.org/wiki/Fortaleza"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;desciclopedia.org/wiki/Fortaleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2539425147590937889-7046747642455430751?l=monique-oliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monique-oliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/7046747642455430751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2539425147590937889&amp;postID=7046747642455430751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539425147590937889/posts/default/7046747642455430751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539425147590937889/posts/default/7046747642455430751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monique-oliveira.blogspot.com/2008/11/bode-ii-empalhado-no-museu-do-cear-ii.html' title='Bode Iôiô, cidadão de Fortaleza.'/><author><name>Monique Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11117712806637282301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SPPp7_4KgpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3-XzUAxfl98/S220/eu_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SQ20lIANajI/AAAAAAAAABc/eaUuTbzHL1w/s72-c/bode_ioio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539425147590937889.post-2465214329006069997</id><published>2008-11-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:25:50.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meio Ambiente'/><title type='text'>O ciclo da poluição</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-vujk2DNdiQ/SQ0YvjYl9dI/AAAAAAAAABA/PyAgy28RgfM/s1600-h/charge-ciclo-da-poluicao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263890744697288146" style="FLOAT: right; 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