<?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-2732372832668122202</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:45:08.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elton Santos</title><subtitle type='html'>DA OBRA 




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 "os seus nervos sensíveis em demasia não toleram a imagem da fome e o palavrão obsceno"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-6813916243771285487</id><published>2009-02-21T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:52:07.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fechando e abrindo a geladeira a noite inteira"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SaA-oVJmRgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u2ZhHTd66zg/s1600-h/afrodite_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305309223635535362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SaA-oVJmRgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u2ZhHTd66zg/s200/afrodite_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pego pensando em você as onze e meia da noite de um domingo doloroso. O sofrimento não vem da distância, talvez da dúvida. Sem saber que rumo tomar, tomo um refrigerante, um copo de leite, fumo um cigarro, e por fim abro uma cerveja. A tevê, companheira na solidão, não distrai, não diverti. Um livro. Não passo do primeiro parágrafo. Insisto em apagar as lembranças de vez, e-mails, fotos; seus torpedos já foram todos deletados num acesso de raiva enlouquecido. Queria tê-los agora, seriam um reconforto, ilusão, esperança. Me faziam acreditar num futuro de mentiras que já não faz muito sentido: Transe: uma viagem psicodélica. A nossa música – que original – escolhida por mim sem que você soubesse, toca, toca. Nessas horas, nada ajuda. Todas as músicas parecem ter sido feitas, com molde, exatamente para você. Penso em como o amor é difícil, baseado em incertezas que dezenhado um barquinho o lançam ao abismo. Meus pensamentos desmantelados me desconcertam. Gosto de estar com você, embora, em geral, não passem de sensações que, como todas as outras, enganam. mais seu cheiro foi o unico que ficou. Queda. Queda. Imaginar sua boca, meu território, meu reino, invadido e saqueado por outros exércitos faz com que eu queira decretar a tão sonhada paz, hastear uma bandeira que possivelmente te traga de volta.Os clichês me assolam. É o desespero. Já não sei o que sinto. dizem que na grecia antiga você não se apaixonava era apenas pego por afrodite. Esse coração não bate nem apanha, diz a música. Desisto, penso que tudo isso é tolice, fumo um cigarro e vou dormir. assim pedo por uma deusa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"tudo que foi chorado, já foi por mim" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-6813916243771285487?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6813916243771285487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=6813916243771285487' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/6813916243771285487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/6813916243771285487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/fechando-e-abrindo-geladeira-noite.html' title='&quot;Fechando e abrindo a geladeira a noite inteira&quot;'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SaA-oVJmRgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u2ZhHTd66zg/s72-c/afrodite_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-7135260025475270562</id><published>2009-02-03T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:58:31.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu quero só paixão fogo e segredos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SYi9bsKdJOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Wiv3JSbZNM4/s1600-h/lampada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298693245010519266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SYi9bsKdJOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Wiv3JSbZNM4/s200/lampada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madrugada, Azul sem luz, dias de brinquedo linda assim me veio e eu me entreguei, como um selvagem, como um brilho esperto dos olhos de um cão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, amor, diz que pode depois morde pelas costas sem querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, amor, assim como um leão caçando o medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu caminho nesse mundo eu sei vai ter, um brilho incerto e louco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos que nunca perdem pouco, nunca levam pouco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas se um dia eu me der bem, vai ser sem jogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, amor, fiel me trai e me azeda, me adoça e faz viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, amor eu quero só paixão sobre os segredos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, amor, diz que pode depois morde pelas costas sem querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, amor, assim como um leão caçando o medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, amor eu quero só paixão fogo e segredos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você pode ficar escondida em casa, protegida pelas paredes. Mas você tá viva, e essa vida é pra se mostrar. Esse é o meu espetáculo. Só quem se mostra se encontra. Por mais que se perca no caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAZUZA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-7135260025475270562?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7135260025475270562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=7135260025475270562' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/7135260025475270562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/7135260025475270562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-quero-so-paixao-fogo-e-segredos.html' title='eu quero só paixão fogo e segredos...'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SYi9bsKdJOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Wiv3JSbZNM4/s72-c/lampada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-7941574030095994188</id><published>2009-01-20T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:19:05.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAÇÃ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SXYhT2TNbJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UG2gbLxULmU/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293455036897914002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SXYhT2TNbJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UG2gbLxULmU/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela é linda, tem um cheiro e um gosto de fruta mordida, esta me deixando um pouco embaraçado eu confesso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais eu quero devorar essa maçã. entende?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais acho que ela não quer ser devorada assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um dia ela falou comigo, a maçã. vc acredita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu acredito sim que uma maçã possa falar, eu não fiquei surpreso por que a maçã falou, mais sim, o que ela falou. sabe o que ela disse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pra eu não desistir dela. rs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais por que? eu não entendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai os meus pensamentos começam a se desorganizar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no princípio estava tudo organizado, juro. mais depois eu começei a enxergar a maçã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sei o que deu em mim, eu fui me encantando cada vez mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu quero essa maçã pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;POR FORA É VERMELHA POR DENTRO......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-7941574030095994188?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/7941574030095994188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/7941574030095994188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/ma.html' title='MAÇÃ'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SXYhT2TNbJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UG2gbLxULmU/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-5697661423870834591</id><published>2009-01-06T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:33:42.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um barquinho um livro e o resto? o resto é mar... é tudo que não sei contar... "momentos intensos guardados num barquinho" éé para... rsrs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWOHk4ppJdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9wsXmF03H40/s1600-h/550FB0D29C3C4F828806787132296190.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288219455215183314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWOHk4ppJdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9wsXmF03H40/s320/550FB0D29C3C4F828806787132296190.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Barquinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Roberto menescal/Ronaldo Boscoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia de luz, festa de sol&lt;br /&gt;E o barquinho a deslizar&lt;br /&gt;No macio azul do mar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é verão, o amor se faz&lt;br /&gt;Num barquinho pelo mar&lt;br /&gt;Desliza sem parar...Sem intenção, nossa canção&lt;br /&gt;Vai saindo desse mar e o sol&lt;br /&gt;Beija o barco e luz&lt;br /&gt;Dias tão azuis&lt;br /&gt;Beija o barco e luz&lt;br /&gt;Dias tão azuis&lt;br /&gt;Volta do mar, desmaia o sol&lt;br /&gt;E o barquinho a deslizar&lt;br /&gt;E a vontade é de cantar&lt;br /&gt;Céu tão azul, ilhas do sul&lt;br /&gt;O barquinho é o coração&lt;br /&gt;Deslizando na canção&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é paz, tudo isso traz&lt;br /&gt;Uma calma de verão&lt;br /&gt;E então&lt;br /&gt;O barquinho vai, a tardinha cai&lt;br /&gt;O barquinho vai, a tardinha cai... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-5697661423870834591?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/5697661423870834591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/5697661423870834591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-barquinho-um-livro-e-o-resto-o-resto.html' title='um barquinho um livro e o resto? o resto é mar... é tudo que não sei contar... &quot;momentos intensos guardados num barquinho&quot; éé para... rsrs!!!'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWOHk4ppJdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9wsXmF03H40/s72-c/550FB0D29C3C4F828806787132296190.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-5534313968949330141</id><published>2009-01-06T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:06:41.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANDO MEIO ACAZUZADO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWOBsCW01aI/AAAAAAAAADI/hxdk1qOKU28/s1600-h/fotos+de+trabalho+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288212981009929634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWOBsCW01aI/AAAAAAAAADI/hxdk1qOKU28/s400/fotos+de+trabalho+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Por enquanto, o que me dá maior prazer além da música, da arte. é o beijo na boca. Aquele lance do beijo que é o "fósforo aceso na palha seca do amor". O beijo começa tudo; é da boca que vem a relação... a primeira vez que se entra numa pessoa. Pra mim, é essencial. Sou capaz de ficar de pau duro se beijar alguém. Sexo sem amor dói, mas ao mesmo tempo é ótimo. Isso me angustia, mas é a melhor forma de viver.  sem a nostalgia de um romance. Aquela coisa cristã de ter alguém. No fundo é uma escolha essa falta de compromisso. Afinal, não é todo dia que você encontra sua Yoko Ono. E enquanto ela não pinta vou levando na sacanagem".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cazuza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-5534313968949330141?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5534313968949330141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=5534313968949330141' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/5534313968949330141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/5534313968949330141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/ando-meio-acazuzado.html' title='ANDO MEIO ACAZUZADO.'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWOBsCW01aI/AAAAAAAAADI/hxdk1qOKU28/s72-c/fotos+de+trabalho+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-751400698679174240</id><published>2008-09-30T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:14:18.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Filme Branco de Fernado Meirelles"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SOJsYQhSc1I/AAAAAAAAACc/cvA6w4wWxs0/s1600-h/cegueira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251879279474668370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SOJsYQhSc1I/AAAAAAAAACc/cvA6w4wWxs0/s400/cegueira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você é brasileiro, adulto, razoavelmente inteligente, com acesso mínimo a meios de comunicação e, ainda assim, não ouviu falar nem leu nada a respeito de Ensaio Sobre a Cegueira (Blindness, 2008), de Fernando Meirelles, saiba: trata-se de adaptação cinematográfica do livro homônimo do mundialmente aclamado escritor português José Saramago, vencedor do Prêmio Nobel de Literatura em 1998. Coube ao diretor brasileiro, realizador dos badalados Cidade de Deus e O Jardineiro Fiel, o dúbio privilégio de tentar adaptar para a tela grande algo que havia recebido a curiosa alcunha de “infilmável”. Ele conseguiu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Além de contar com Julianne Moore, Gael Garcia Bernal e Mark Ruffalo, o elenco traz também a atriz brasileira Alice Braga, a mesma da película “Eu sou a Lenda”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-751400698679174240?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/751400698679174240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=751400698679174240' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/751400698679174240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/751400698679174240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-filme-branco-de-fernado-meirelles.html' title='&quot;O Filme Branco de Fernado Meirelles&quot;'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SOJsYQhSc1I/AAAAAAAAACc/cvA6w4wWxs0/s72-c/cegueira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-1771993428136354158</id><published>2008-08-22T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:53:48.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Só o rosto é indecente. Do pescoço para baixo, podia-se andar nu" Nelson Rodrgues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SK7uTczAhwI/AAAAAAAAACU/TQZcUPn-Z5U/s1600-h/nelson4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237385434593527554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SK7uTczAhwI/AAAAAAAAACU/TQZcUPn-Z5U/s320/nelson4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;17 CENAS DE NELSON RODRIGUES A peça teatral 17x Nelson – o inferno de todos nós tenta resumir Nelson Rodrigues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;inferno que vivemos todos os dias: o preconceito, um parente louco, uma sogra na cadeira de rodas, a traição, a hediondez, a inveja, a ganância, a agonia do câncer, seja ele no corpo ou na mente das pessoas. Estes são alguns dos temas apresentados por meio das cenas das 17 peças escritas por Nelson Rodrigues, no espetáculo 17x Nelson – o inferno de todos nós . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-1771993428136354158?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1771993428136354158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=1771993428136354158' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/1771993428136354158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/1771993428136354158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-o-rosto-indecente-do-pescoo-para.html' title='&quot;Só o rosto é indecente. Do pescoço para baixo, podia-se andar nu&quot; Nelson Rodrgues'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SK7uTczAhwI/AAAAAAAAACU/TQZcUPn-Z5U/s72-c/nelson4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-4948092610856724287</id><published>2008-08-19T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:17:17.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas luas em agosto</title><content type='html'>Interessante... Duas Luas no dia 27 de Agosto.&lt;br /&gt;O Planeta Marte será o mais brilhante no início da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Parecerá tão grande quanto a Lua cheia. Este fenômeno acontecerá nodia 27 de Agosto quando o planeta Marte ficar a 34.65 Milhões demilhas da Terra.Olhe o céu no dia 27 de Agosto, às 12:30am (meia noite e trinta).Parecerá que a Terra tem 2 luas.A próxima vez que ele ficará tão perto da Terra será em 2287.&lt;br /&gt;Partilhe com os seus amigos pois NINGUÉM VIVO HOJE voltará a vê-lo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-4948092610856724287?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4948092610856724287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=4948092610856724287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/4948092610856724287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/4948092610856724287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2008/08/duas-luas-em-agosto.html' title='Duas luas em agosto'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-1650629628972525408</id><published>2008-07-25T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:01:32.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nunca ninguém conseguirá ir ao fundo de um riso de criança"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIowR7B-tEI/AAAAAAAAACM/3IG4AFwbOp4/s1600-h/988766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227043401978786882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIowR7B-tEI/AAAAAAAAACM/3IG4AFwbOp4/s320/988766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém conhece quem sou nem eu mesmo me conheço. E se me conheço, esqueço,Porque não vivo onde estou. Rodo! e o meu rodar apresso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              (autor desconhecido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-1650629628972525408?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1650629628972525408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=1650629628972525408' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/1650629628972525408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/1650629628972525408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2008/07/nunca-ningum-conseguir-ir-ao-fundo-de.html' title='&quot;Nunca ninguém conseguirá ir ao fundo de um riso de criança&quot;'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIowR7B-tEI/AAAAAAAAACM/3IG4AFwbOp4/s72-c/988766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-2027969529645566558</id><published>2008-07-24T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:29:38.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"uma foto tirada no lugar certo e na hora certa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIjlfan_B6I/AAAAAAAAACE/OwR5CVr9gJ4/s1600-h/momento-exato-11-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226679695449196450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIjlfan_B6I/AAAAAAAAACE/OwR5CVr9gJ4/s200/momento-exato-11-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sede como os pássaros que, ao pousarem um instante sobre ramos muito leves, sentem-nos ceder, mas cantam! Eles sabem que possuem asas.       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                            &lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Victor_Hugo/"&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-2027969529645566558?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2027969529645566558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=2027969529645566558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/2027969529645566558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/2027969529645566558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2008/07/uma-foto-tirada-no-lugar-certo-e-na.html' title='&quot;uma foto tirada no lugar certo e na hora certa&quot;'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIjlfan_B6I/AAAAAAAAACE/OwR5CVr9gJ4/s72-c/momento-exato-11-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-8681655719153721362</id><published>2008-07-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:37:01.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela só queria um terceiro filho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIeH4x5CFAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uf0YDviy9fc/s1600-h/elton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226295302121722882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIeH4x5CFAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uf0YDviy9fc/s400/elton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-8681655719153721362?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8681655719153721362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=8681655719153721362' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/8681655719153721362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/8681655719153721362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2008/07/ela-s-queria-um-terceiro-filho.html' title='Ela só queria um terceiro filho!'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIeH4x5CFAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uf0YDviy9fc/s72-c/elton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-7707796262184694494</id><published>2008-07-21T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:02:53.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Esteja alerta para a regra dos três, o que você dá retomará para você, essa lição você tem que aprender você só ganha o que você merece"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIUT6kzgjwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/J8f3i7plzvs/s1600-h/Regra-Tr%C3%AA3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225604839666388738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIUT6kzgjwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/J8f3i7plzvs/s400/Regra-Tr%25C3%25AA3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-7707796262184694494?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7707796262184694494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=7707796262184694494' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/7707796262184694494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/7707796262184694494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2008/07/esteja-alerta-para-regra-dos-trs-o-que.html' title='&quot;Esteja alerta para a regra dos três, o que você dá retomará para você, essa lição você tem que aprender você só ganha o que você merece&quot;'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SIUT6kzgjwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/J8f3i7plzvs/s72-c/Regra-Tr%25C3%25AA3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-256285699468536289</id><published>2008-05-07T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:52:46.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Após o suor esfragarei assim enxugarei e então é só recomeçar "Adriano Veríssimo"  A NOITE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SCITrMYuEnI/AAAAAAAAABs/uJ6RNwOpxh0/s1600-h/noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197738552719184498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SCITrMYuEnI/AAAAAAAAABs/uJ6RNwOpxh0/s400/noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amigos são irmãos que a vida nos deu para caminhar conosco ao longo da nossa jornada espiritual, extrapolando os limites do tempo, continuando quando e onde Deus assim o permitir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-256285699468536289?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/256285699468536289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=256285699468536289' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/256285699468536289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/256285699468536289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2008/05/aps-o-suor-esfragarei-assim-enxugarei-e.html' title='Após o suor esfragarei assim enxugarei e então é só recomeçar &quot;Adriano Veríssimo&quot;  A NOITE.'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SCITrMYuEnI/AAAAAAAAABs/uJ6RNwOpxh0/s72-c/noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-5110828004653150434</id><published>2008-05-07T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:33:30.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFEITO !!!!! certo dia emprestei esse filme para minha amiga carol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SCIQuMYuEmI/AAAAAAAAABk/jfomxp_sKPc/s1600-h/0,,5811877,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197735305723908706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SCIQuMYuEmI/AAAAAAAAABk/jfomxp_sKPc/s400/0,,5811877,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Anjos do Sol” conta a saga da menina Maria, de 12 anos, que, no verão de 2002, é vendida pela família, no interior do nordeste brasileiro, a um recrutador de prostitutas. Depois de ser comprada em um leilão de meninas virgens, Maria é enviada para um prostíbulo localizado numa pequena cidade, vizinha a um garimpo, na floresta amazônica. Após meses sofrendo abusos com outras meninas, Maria consegue fugir e atravessa o Brasil na carona de caminhões. Ao chegar ao seu novo destino, o Rio de Janeiro, a prostituição coloca-se novamente no seu caminho e suas atitudes, frente aos novos desafios, tornam-se inesperadas e surpreendentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-5110828004653150434?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5110828004653150434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=5110828004653150434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/5110828004653150434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/5110828004653150434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfeito-certo-dia-emprestei-esse-filme.html' title='PERFEITO !!!!! certo dia emprestei esse filme para minha amiga carol.'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SCIQuMYuEmI/AAAAAAAAABk/jfomxp_sKPc/s72-c/0,,5811877,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-8773988273526764724</id><published>2008-04-19T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T10:59:55.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"amo muito tudo isso"   rs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SAovOA6Ag6I/AAAAAAAAABc/R1eIHA--TOQ/s1600-h/ATcAAABsls6tMsVPxiQKZxnQkEIYeEhy6CArhC9YLygTZPr3RUl8Lt1JXIEI0sNpUeR_K155Sb3KArlcVpJPGXAcET-rAJtU9VDIORWzvWrvREDVMB5_FoeRkPYimg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191013438305895330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SAovOA6Ag6I/AAAAAAAAABc/R1eIHA--TOQ/s400/ATcAAABsls6tMsVPxiQKZxnQkEIYeEhy6CArhC9YLygTZPr3RUl8Lt1JXIEI0sNpUeR_K155Sb3KArlcVpJPGXAcET-rAJtU9VDIORWzvWrvREDVMB5_FoeRkPYimg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A Vida é como uma peça de Teatro por isso sorri, canta, dança, chora, antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine sem aplalsos..." Frases, poemas, para partilhar com voces...entre pensamentos que tambem possam surgir...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Elton santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-8773988273526764724?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8773988273526764724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=8773988273526764724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/8773988273526764724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/8773988273526764724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2008/04/amo-muito-tudo-isso-rs.html' title='&quot;amo muito tudo isso&quot;   rs!'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SAovOA6Ag6I/AAAAAAAAABc/R1eIHA--TOQ/s72-c/ATcAAABsls6tMsVPxiQKZxnQkEIYeEhy6CArhC9YLygTZPr3RUl8Lt1JXIEI0sNpUeR_K155Sb3KArlcVpJPGXAcET-rAJtU9VDIORWzvWrvREDVMB5_FoeRkPYimg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-4695199935058050320</id><published>2007-12-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:24:54.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/R2fzwWEkGcI/AAAAAAAAABU/-mTNjfFMoqY/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145349111178074562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/R2fzwWEkGcI/AAAAAAAAABU/-mTNjfFMoqY/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que precisamos, não só no Nordeste, é construir uma nova mentalidade a respeito da água, combater o desperdício, valorizar cada gota disponível, para que não ela não falte à reprodução da vida, não só a humana. Precisamos repensar o que estamos fazendo dos bens da terra, repensar os rumos do Brasil e do mundo. Ou estaremos condenados à destruição de nossa casa e à nossa própria extinção, contra o Projeto de Deus.                                                                                                                                                                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senhor, Deus da Vida, ajude-nos! “Para que todos tenham vida!” (João 10,10).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-4695199935058050320?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/4695199935058050320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/4695199935058050320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2007/12/brasil.html' title='Brasil.'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/R2fzwWEkGcI/AAAAAAAAABU/-mTNjfFMoqY/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-3800820383450881885</id><published>2007-12-18T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:08:04.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o caminho do seu corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/R2fwImEkGbI/AAAAAAAAABM/IIQlpNP4x_M/s1600-h/mulher-gotas-agua-corpo-meio-secao-~-200120129-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145345129743391154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/R2fwImEkGbI/AAAAAAAAABM/IIQlpNP4x_M/s400/mulher-gotas-agua-corpo-meio-secao-~-200120129-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adivinho a pele suave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinto o perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Os contornos me excitam&lt;br /&gt;imagino-a em meus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;tenho você ao meu alcance.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Imagens que se tocam.&lt;br /&gt;Sons que só eu ouço&lt;br /&gt;murmúrios do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo seus lábios e sinto.&lt;br /&gt;O sabor, a umidade.&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;iluminam minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperto seu corpo no meu&lt;br /&gt;não mais anjo etéreo&lt;br /&gt;mas, a mulher&lt;br /&gt;tão humana&lt;br /&gt;quanto é possível ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a eletricidade&lt;br /&gt;meu corpo viaja&lt;br /&gt;de encontro ao seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo... só o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Você não está comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! essa imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! essa saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que te tenho&lt;br /&gt;conheço o caminho&lt;br /&gt;já o percorri mil vezes&lt;br /&gt;em minhas noites&lt;br /&gt;em nossas noites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almir /Capthor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-3800820383450881885?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/3800820383450881885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/3800820383450881885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-caminho-do-seu-corpo.html' title='o caminho do seu corpo'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/R2fwImEkGbI/AAAAAAAAABM/IIQlpNP4x_M/s72-c/mulher-gotas-agua-corpo-meio-secao-~-200120129-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-368270051666183050</id><published>2007-11-18T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T10:32:35.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>foto do espetáculo "meu guri" em cena Nalva meirelles e Elton santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/R0CDZbUUpEI/AAAAAAAAABE/ladnd0ilzXA/s1600-h/elton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134248048055329858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/R0CDZbUUpEI/AAAAAAAAABE/ladnd0ilzXA/s400/elton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os Loucos&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Lázaro Barreto em Paráfrase de Roberto Fernandez Retamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só os normais, estranhos seres, são felizes.Não sofrem mãe louca, pai bêbado, filho delinqüente.Não amargaram a casa dos outrosNem choraram uma doença desconhecida.&lt;br /&gt;Eles, fartos de roupas e de sapatos,Viveram os dezessete rostos da aletria.Atravessaram crises e epidemias incólumes.Eles que nasceram com a bunda para a lua.&lt;br /&gt;Eles, os normais, são amados até o punho.Homens vestidos de trovão e mulheres de relâmpagos.Altos funcionários, se querem um emprego.Galantes pleibóis, se não querem.Eles são felizes como as aves, o estrume, as pedras.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que dêem passagem aos que fazem os mundos,as sinfonias, os sonhos, as palavras.Que destroem e constroem, a esses, mais loucosdo que as mães, mais bêbados do que os pais,mais delinqüentes do que os filhos e muito mais...Devorados por amores calcinantes.Que a esses deixem ao menos o lugar no inferno.E basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-368270051666183050?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/368270051666183050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/368270051666183050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2007/11/foto-do-espetculo-meu-guri-em-cena.html' title='foto do espetáculo &quot;meu guri&quot; em cena Nalva meirelles e Elton santos'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/R0CDZbUUpEI/AAAAAAAAABE/ladnd0ilzXA/s72-c/elton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-8874547703266845752</id><published>2007-11-12T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:29:31.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"dinheiro, faça política, se você quer amor, faça arte"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/RziKodl0K9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pXoqIZvl0oQ/s1600-h/ATgAAACBbEUFmpAnvApDm8Cfa8D5Sigp7JYiM4otl9J8JEBrZliczmfzqAE5fs2BR09k37BuGgqqfw7PzZjndKQ2HT_tAJtU9VD2ZQkjeAh5c8st6KsVmmuhERnKwQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132004203131317202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/RziKodl0K9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pXoqIZvl0oQ/s400/ATgAAACBbEUFmpAnvApDm8Cfa8D5Sigp7JYiM4otl9J8JEBrZliczmfzqAE5fs2BR09k37BuGgqqfw7PzZjndKQ2HT_tAJtU9VD2ZQkjeAh5c8st6KsVmmuhERnKwQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Amor Al Arte (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;Leo Garcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor À Arte Quando lhe conto O que seguro sento Me entende menos DO Que uma lebre morta. E isso que não pinto quadros Deixo os marcos em alvo. E isso que não pinto quadros Deixo o azul do céu em alto. Eu faço amor Por amor à arte E não me entende Mas é uma beleza Uma beleza para mim Somente para mim E ninguém me entende. Quando lhe conto O que creio que sento Mira com uma mirada fixa, Que não vê. E isso que não pinto quadros Deixo os marcos em alvo. E isso que não pinto quadros Deixo o azul do céu em alto. Eu faço amor Por amor à arte E não me entende Mas é uma beleza Uma beleza para mim Somente para mim E ninguém me entende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-8874547703266845752?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/8874547703266845752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/8874547703266845752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2007/11/dinheiro-faa-poltica-se-voc-quer-amor.html' title='&quot;dinheiro, faça política, se você quer amor, faça arte&quot;'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/RziKodl0K9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pXoqIZvl0oQ/s72-c/ATgAAACBbEUFmpAnvApDm8Cfa8D5Sigp7JYiM4otl9J8JEBrZliczmfzqAE5fs2BR09k37BuGgqqfw7PzZjndKQ2HT_tAJtU9VD2ZQkjeAh5c8st6KsVmmuhERnKwQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-3579725340527802638</id><published>2007-11-12T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:04:55.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"O MITO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/RziHbdl0K8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QLqRACy9jDw/s1600-h/426fed515c7f941a2e185aebb4b69fa8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132000681258134466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/RziHbdl0K8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QLqRACy9jDw/s400/426fed515c7f941a2e185aebb4b69fa8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Choram Marias e Clarices...Chora a nossa pátria mãe gentil. Em busca de um sol maior, Elis Regina embarcou num brilhante trem azul, deixando conosco a eternidade de seu canto pelas coisas e pela gente de nossa terra. E uma imensa saudade"     por elton santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-3579725340527802638?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3579725340527802638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732372832668122202&amp;postID=3579725340527802638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/3579725340527802638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/3579725340527802638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-mito.html' title='&quot;O MITO&quot;'/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/RziHbdl0K8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QLqRACy9jDw/s72-c/426fed515c7f941a2e185aebb4b69fa8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732372832668122202.post-8130433646329787601</id><published>2007-11-12T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:27:05.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/Rzh-Vdl0K7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zlVuii2q7Co/s1600-h/ATgAAADOrygouuVetBv3-MqaFIDi7_4wOxnJoYEgjYjx7CtovXPXBQR87Ox08W6c4iFRYZKsHU6SbES6-bUv8583batqAJtU9VBCxruR6T9iTE8VPRcInbEFQ1F0Ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131990682574269362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/Rzh-Vdl0K7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zlVuii2q7Co/s320/ATgAAADOrygouuVetBv3-MqaFIDi7_4wOxnJoYEgjYjx7CtovXPXBQR87Ox08W6c4iFRYZKsHU6SbES6-bUv8583batqAJtU9VBCxruR6T9iTE8VPRcInbEFQ1F0Ww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para nós, fica um enorme vazio. O consolo é que temos certeza que sua vida , ao longo dos 85 anos, foi intensa e iluminada. Sorte a nossa que pudemos presenciar e compartilhar, ainda que brevemente. por elton santos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732372832668122202-8130433646329787601?l=arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/8130433646329787601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732372832668122202/posts/default/8130433646329787601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteeltonsantos.blogspot.com/2007/11/para-ns-fica-um-enorme-vazio.html' title=''/><author><name>Elton Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18084754445433173785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/SWT6OCl8ogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1CuJYtdfss/S220/ATgAAADfs8eDZFttUpWPa6Eoh-9lH915iQ34uViKRWgnHy_MSZ1GgSvjr7SyUqBMjumUhMLmwPRGZCaBJjQDr0T9--DIAJtU9VCxhh8vPnqzxUPWS7x3omKU-Tm6Yg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bu-K5fbIsR8/Rzh-Vdl0K7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zlVuii2q7Co/s72-c/ATgAAADOrygouuVetBv3-MqaFIDi7_4wOxnJoYEgjYjx7CtovXPXBQR87Ox08W6c4iFRYZKsHU6SbES6-bUv8583batqAJtU9VBCxruR6T9iTE8VPRcInbEFQ1F0Ww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
