<?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-16396255</id><updated>2012-01-29T10:23:07.116-02:00</updated><title type='text'>gutao</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>471</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2838332035752397093</id><published>2012-01-28T13:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T13:49:38.885-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carismático pra caramba</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DGN_QDIM_io" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-2838332035752397093?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2838332035752397093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2838332035752397093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/carismatico-pra-caramba.html' title='Carismático pra caramba'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DGN_QDIM_io/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-6629506739628363850</id><published>2012-01-27T10:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:49:28.347-02:00</updated><title type='text'>But i'm ready to go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UXmJC79LyJc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-6629506739628363850?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6629506739628363850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6629506739628363850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_27.html' title='But i&apos;m ready to go on'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UXmJC79LyJc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4767232554866353475</id><published>2012-01-25T14:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:12:39.078-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> "Dinheiro perdido, nada perdido; Saúde perdida, muito perdido; Caráter perdido, tudo perdido."&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio chinês&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4767232554866353475?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4767232554866353475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4767232554866353475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/dinheiro-perdido-nada-perdido-saude.html' title=''/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2003282074082601020</id><published>2012-01-24T14:17:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:29:41.466-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bach</title><content type='html'>Tem muita coisa bacana acontecendo por este mundo afora... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V7edkwJsgN0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-2003282074082601020?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2003282074082601020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2003282074082601020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/bach.html' title='Bach'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/V7edkwJsgN0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4901719166526084438</id><published>2012-01-22T12:45:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:53:51.322-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallacofly da Dinamarca</title><content type='html'>Jumbo é um mensageiro hardcore em Copenhagen, ele se diverte trabalhando e adora a velocidade. De vez em quando ele quebra algumas regras, por isto tem que ir ao tribunal. O bacana é a forma como ele sobe as escadas do tribunal, percebo que é gente finíssima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6aahtm3PXQs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A razão pela qual eu vou tão rápido é porque é muito mais divertido, dá uma turbinada na pulsação."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4901719166526084438?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4901719166526084438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4901719166526084438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/mallacofly-da-dinamarca.html' title='Mallacofly da Dinamarca'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6aahtm3PXQs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-6411619763451747644</id><published>2012-01-22T12:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:17:21.382-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós amamos Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uU6U-8LP1DY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-6411619763451747644?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4160549239175247797</id><published>2012-01-21T00:16:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:28:03.871-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodar o mundo, me gusta mucho</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5l69jZFPQdo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4160549239175247797?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4160549239175247797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4160549239175247797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/viajar-sozinho-e-bom-demais.html' title='Rodar o mundo, me gusta mucho'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5l69jZFPQdo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-3052536603077598930</id><published>2012-01-18T23:58:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:22:40.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilha sonora da bicicleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qMmjSVKfgm4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way we are is taking control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3052536603077598930?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3052536603077598930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3052536603077598930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_18.html' title='Trilha sonora da bicicleta'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qMmjSVKfgm4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4982242073860563945</id><published>2012-01-17T23:22:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:16:28.623-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5hKB7CPDb0/Txd4yEtqpCI/AAAAAAAADJw/kLFakGJaIkI/s1600/naosoucachorronao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5hKB7CPDb0/Txd4yEtqpCI/AAAAAAAADJw/kLFakGJaIkI/s400/naosoucachorronao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699156655114724386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4982242073860563945?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4982242073860563945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14NW7xtqNDM/TxNhDiu02yI/AAAAAAAADJM/qUxXqPdmC3w/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698004667044518690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-5189991447169459927?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5189991447169459927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5189991447169459927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-voce-ainda-reclama-do-seu-emprego.html' title='E você ainda reclama do seu emprego.'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZB0Gec-VFo/TxNhQDQpdHI/AAAAAAAADJc/cZiaND7_Qs4/s72-c/IMG_0682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-5522126192194978475</id><published>2012-01-14T20:57:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:59:48.702-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O lance é este</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GxVDd9KnfJY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma prova de 160 km de mountain bike que tinha um hexa campeão. Tinha, até aparecer o Lance Armstrong... Imaginem, o cara ganhava a bagaça há seis anos, daí o Lance Armstrong resolveu aparecer e ganhou a prova com 30 minutos de frente pro cara, com pneu no osso que é pra respeitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-5522126192194978475?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5522126192194978475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5522126192194978475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-lance-e-este.html' title='O lance é este'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GxVDd9KnfJY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-1963692979576348456</id><published>2012-01-13T18:13:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:22:36.875-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixe ela entrar</title><content type='html'>gosta de historinha de amor envolvendo vampiro é? Então larga esta merda de crepúsculo e encara esta malandro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ICp4g9p_rgo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-1963692979576348456?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/1963692979576348456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/1963692979576348456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/deixe-ela-entrar.html' title='Deixe ela entrar'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ICp4g9p_rgo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-6355624318942254562</id><published>2012-01-12T00:32:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T14:49:49.661-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os homens que não amavam as mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mVLJkIZvFlo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-6355624318942254562?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6355624318942254562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6355624318942254562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/rules.html' title='Os homens que não amavam as mulheres'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mVLJkIZvFlo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-6447539725405467947</id><published>2012-01-11T23:16:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:47:30.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A way of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cNjD4-QXLIg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-6447539725405467947?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6447539725405467947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6447539725405467947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/thats-living.html' title='A way of life'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cNjD4-QXLIg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2645928570945789287</id><published>2012-01-11T16:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T18:57:53.352-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YuF4oYRktcA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta música é tão bonita que é utilizada pra tratar depressão, por isto é chamada de "música da alegria".&lt;br /&gt;Viva ldi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-2645928570945789287?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2645928570945789287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2645928570945789287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/verao.html' title='Verão'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YuF4oYRktcA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2459583729309410385</id><published>2012-01-11T16:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:48:12.275-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisbeth rules the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X7awaM0UmYI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-3455920531564720639</id><published>2012-01-11T16:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T10:22:28.650-02:00</updated><title type='text'>As rodas da mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eLsaDNk0Wik" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3455920531564720639?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3455920531564720639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3455920531564720639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-rodas-da-mudanca.html' title='As rodas da mudança'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eLsaDNk0Wik/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2127800306192595248</id><published>2012-01-10T13:57:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:02:18.845-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E aí achamos uma nova trilha e o mundo mudou de novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zYgB1dPPuqQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus pais prometeram-me uma BMX quando eu ficasse um pouco maior.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia entrei longe nos bosques &lt;br /&gt;E meu selim perfeito se partiu em dois&lt;br /&gt;O fim de uma era.&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei por um longo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que que uma nova bicicleta não estava muito longe&lt;br /&gt;Essa coisa ... tinha-se tornado uma parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda é.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa quão bem nós construamos as coisas,&lt;br /&gt;não importa o quanto nós as amemos,&lt;br /&gt;como tudo mais, seja por qual razão for,&lt;br /&gt;existem forças que pretendem levar isto tudo embora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-2127800306192595248?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2127800306192595248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2127800306192595248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Derek se autodefine como um cara visual, apaixonado por boa iluminação e bom café. &lt;br /&gt;Ryan é um filmmaker que ama tomadas externas. Não há nada que ele goste mais do que andar de bicicleta no verão e esquiar no inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos estes dois fizeram esta obra de arte que acabei de assistir. Life cycles é uma sequência de imagens impressionante, uma película poética cujo personagem principal é a bicicleta, este objeto de paixão deles, meu e de tantos. &lt;br /&gt;Minha primeira bike eu ganhei do meu avô, que também me ensinou a andar nela, consertá-la e ajustá-la. Por isto a sequência abaixo teve significado especial para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Meh3k2ms56w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Equilibre a bicicleta corretamente&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha os pedais girando&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça tudo que não seja o agora&lt;br /&gt;E não há lugar que você não possa ir.&lt;br /&gt;Era o que meu avô costumava dizer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Só levamos 200 anos de tentativa e erro pra chegarmos aqui. Duzentos anos de inovação e invenção, de não desistência.&lt;br /&gt;Complexa por design, simples por natureza, a bicicleta não é nada mais do que círculos circulando círculos. É o motor humano que confere a ela sua elegância, não importa quão alto a bicicleta tenha chegado, não importa o quanto já tenhamos feito, a pressão não pára. Nós ainda não atingimos o limite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... é a máquina mais eficiente que o homem já inventou!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4602485582724807516?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4602485582724807516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4602485582724807516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-bicycles.html' title='Life (bi)Cycles'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='Nitro Circus, o melhor programa da TV'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/whzJq8jNCgo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2094118160570187810</id><published>2012-01-08T20:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T10:22:38.461-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu escrevo, eu viajo, eu como e quero sempre mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pZ7AkkOPNXE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/881n3c2SXX4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-2094118160570187810?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2094118160570187810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2094118160570187810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-escrevo-eu-viajo-eu-como-e-quero.html' title='Eu escrevo, eu viajo, eu como e quero sempre mais'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pZ7AkkOPNXE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-3675165240536085799</id><published>2012-01-07T10:19:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:01:28.985-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackass de macho</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0QK6-FrWNtI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei como este Travis Pastrana ainda está vivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3675165240536085799?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3675165240536085799'/><link 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-6686813740949443756</id><published>2012-01-05T14:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:45:02.637-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva rápido, morra velho!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lfk0azZ1S9A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mestre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-6686813740949443756?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6686813740949443756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6686813740949443756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Pois é...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4458032540890126606?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4458032540890126606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4458032540890126606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/12/minha-amiguinha.html' title='Olha que charme a minha amiguinha...'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YnssLjxdXD8/TvEtQQRIvhI/AAAAAAAADIE/9QRV98I2OHM/s72-c/foto%2B%25286%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4345933046467061883</id><published>2011-12-20T20:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:37:56.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dos melhores livros que já li, um dos melhores filmes europeus que já assisti</title><content type='html'>E agora a versão americana by David Fincher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u2bH1c-R7Fg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer ver os lançamentos do cinema dez anos antes de todo mundo? 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Natal'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/camndOJGmSM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-3643909506579094122</id><published>2011-12-15T20:31:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:19:36.459-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida em um dia, filme completo</title><content type='html'>Ontem, chegando de mais uma viagem, estava pensando no significado desta minha paixão por viajar. Viagens e livros são, para mim, formas de viver muitas vidas em uma. Além disto me ajudam a ter uma mente mais aberta. &lt;br /&gt;Vida em um dia é um documentário que tem este mesmo poder. São muitas formas de despertar, de trabalhar, de passar as preciosas horas que temos neste mundo. &lt;br /&gt;Assistindo ao dia destas pessoas vemos que existem infinitas formas de viver. Nem a minha nem a sua são melhores ou piores, são somente diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Este filme é uma experiência transformadora.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finalmente no iutúba, VIVA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JaFVr_cJJIY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3643909506579094122?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3643909506579094122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3643909506579094122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/12/vida-em-um-dia-filme-completo.html' title='Vida em um dia, filme completo'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JaFVr_cJJIY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-5501116285997665615</id><published>2011-12-10T19:40:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T02:06:14.366-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu acredito na liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xlH5I2IzRNc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós acreditamos em longas jornadas&lt;br /&gt;E nas histórias que elas trazem&lt;br /&gt;Nós acreditamos na simplicidade &lt;br /&gt;E na idéia de que problemas complexos podem ser resolvidos de uma forma simples&lt;br /&gt;Nós acreditamos em primeiras vezes&lt;br /&gt;E em estilos de vida que duram&lt;br /&gt;Nós acreditamos no poder de retribuir&lt;br /&gt;E em nunca desistir&lt;br /&gt;Nós acreditamos em bicicletas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance Armstrong, minha bicicleta é amarela em homenagem a este cara, um sujeito que enfrentou a morte e venceu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-5501116285997665615?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5501116285997665615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5501116285997665615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-acredito-na-liberdade.html' title='Eu acredito na liberdade'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xlH5I2IzRNc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-8753257357991740377</id><published>2011-12-09T16:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:47:43.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouvindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dZn_VBgkPNY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-8753257357991740377?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8753257357991740377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8753257357991740377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/12/trilha-sonora-da-bicicleta.html' title='Ouvindo'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dZn_VBgkPNY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-7931538826717744438</id><published>2011-12-08T13:36:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:08:32.916-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualidade de vida não tem preço</title><content type='html'>Qualidade de vida é ir trabalhar assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo1HUT1Y3PE/TuFrNyVMZPI/AAAAAAAADHs/CNZYwjbwVi4/s1600/foto%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo1HUT1Y3PE/TuFrNyVMZPI/AAAAAAAADHs/CNZYwjbwVi4/s400/foto%2B%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683942089311413490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXIJVdm3rYg/TuDZjVC5U-I/AAAAAAAADGY/YGuzQXMRrzo/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXIJVdm3rYg/TuDZjVC5U-I/AAAAAAAADGY/YGuzQXMRrzo/s400/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683781930709504994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVPT6NdS2Jk/TuDZwwSBYuI/AAAAAAAADGw/Oxgov-juqvU/s1600/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVPT6NdS2Jk/TuDZwwSBYuI/AAAAAAAADGw/Oxgov-juqvU/s400/IMG_0592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683782161359004386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLwOtUW-TAc/TuEjGv7at3I/AAAAAAAADHg/dHBdMf9snDM/s1600/bike1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLwOtUW-TAc/TuEjGv7at3I/AAAAAAAADHg/dHBdMf9snDM/s400/bike1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683862803570145138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pls4jQzmAk/TuEjBa0vKpI/AAAAAAAADHU/bqnYeZ79ofc/s1600/voltando%2Bpra%2Bcasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pls4jQzmAk/TuEjBa0vKpI/AAAAAAAADHU/bqnYeZ79ofc/s400/voltando%2Bpra%2Bcasa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683862712005634706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando pra casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BYkHZCZcfc/TuDbXsUwF4I/AAAAAAAADG8/fYBOfgAp9dc/s1600/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BYkHZCZcfc/TuDbXsUwF4I/AAAAAAAADG8/fYBOfgAp9dc/s400/IMG_0598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683783929823238018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-7931538826717744438?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7931538826717744438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7931538826717744438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/12/como-eu-vou-pro-trabalho.html' title='Qualidade de vida não tem preço'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo1HUT1Y3PE/TuFrNyVMZPI/AAAAAAAADHs/CNZYwjbwVi4/s72-c/foto%2B%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-1328530224045726831</id><published>2011-12-06T21:29:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:09:56.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar grande e sonhar pequeno consome o mesmo tempo de sono</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5dktEyghi08" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Nicolelis é um grande brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não concordo que o primeiro mundo seja aqui, somos muito atrasados e estamos muito defasados em muitas coisas básicas.&lt;br /&gt;O que concordo plenamente é que temos condição de fazer o sonho do primeiro mundo acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;As crianças que tomarão nossos lugares merecem que lutemos por este sonho. Façamos por elas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-1328530224045726831?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/1328530224045726831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/1328530224045726831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/12/sonhar-grande-e-sonhar-pequeno-consome.html' title='Sonhar grande e sonhar pequeno consome o mesmo tempo de sono'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5dktEyghi08/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-8239245910073910738</id><published>2011-12-04T13:50:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:07:41.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quanto mais velho fico, mais vejo como a motivação importa. O Zune era uma bosta porque o pessoal da Microsoft não ama realmente a música ou a arte da forma como nós amamos. Vencemos porque adoramos música. Fizemos o iPod para nós mesmos, e quando você faz algo para si mesmo, ou para seu melhor amigo, ou para sua família, você não vai&lt;br /&gt;fazer porcaria. Se você não ama uma coisa, não vai fazer o esforço a mais, trabalhar no fim de semana, desafiar tanto o status quo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dizia Nelson Rodrigues,  "Sem paixão não dá nem pra chupar um picolé."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-8239245910073910738?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8239245910073910738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8239245910073910738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/12/quanto-mais-velho-fico-mais-vejo-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-1068075337085095976</id><published>2011-11-30T20:12:00.032-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:08:37.504-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Achtung Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6OwJ5NcudFo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você tem que rejeitar sua expressão antiga primeiro para depois chegar a uma nova expressão. No meio você não é nada. Você tem que arriscar tudo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Berlim, a cidade mais bacana do mundo, tudo me lembrava o U2. Tinha a estação ZOO, os avisos de achtung "cuidado" e a locadora de carrinhos trabant. &lt;br /&gt;Achtung Baby foi o cd que ganhei de presente por passar no vestibular, este disco foi todo gravado em Berlim. Dizem os U2 que eles foram pra lá fugindo de distrações, eu não vejo como não se distrair naquela cidade maravilhosa....&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, perto da KaDeWe, vi um mega tumulto, uma rua interrompida pra umas filmagens. À noite descobri que eram eles, o U2 estava lá filmando um clipe e eu simplesmente perdi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy1QQIQiW-E/TtbDqzCEIcI/AAAAAAAADF0/Gw9atIghx0Y/s1600/trabant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy1QQIQiW-E/TtbDqzCEIcI/AAAAAAAADF0/Gw9atIghx0Y/s400/trabant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680943119995249090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabant é este carrinho que ilustra a capa do disco. Dizem que o The Edge gosta tanto do Trabant que ele coleciona estes carros. Estas furrequinhas eram os carros que a Alemanha Oriental produzia nos tempos do comunismo. Se você quiser circular por Berlim com estilo alugue um na locadora que fica ao lado do Checkpoint Charlie. É style mas é mais caro do que o aluguel de uma mercedes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-1068075337085095976?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/1068075337085095976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/1068075337085095976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/achtung-baby.html' title='Achtung Baby'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6OwJ5NcudFo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-5629827865385495429</id><published>2011-11-29T22:05:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:39:27.195-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você só pode ver o mundo por seus próprios olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bpF0Gjq505w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m5j6h_bGOZo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-5629827865385495429?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5629827865385495429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5629827865385495429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/metodo-socratico.html' title='Você só pode ver o mundo por seus próprios olhos'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bpF0Gjq505w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4244438554961551873</id><published>2011-11-28T21:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:18:06.685-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não deixaremos de explorar e, ao término da nossa exploração deveremos chegar ao ponto de partida e conhecer esse lugar pela primeira vez.</title><content type='html'>T. S. Eliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4244438554961551873?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4244438554961551873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4244438554961551873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-deixaremos-de-explorar-e-ao-termino.html' title='Não deixaremos de explorar e, ao término da nossa exploração deveremos chegar ao ponto de partida e conhecer esse lugar pela primeira vez.'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-6106652317095870374</id><published>2011-11-28T10:55:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:33:35.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingcon no Omelete</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32711676?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0" width="620" height="341" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se você não sair da sua casa, da sua cidade, nada vai acontecer com você.&lt;br /&gt;A Mônica está em todos os lugares porque o Maurício (de Souza) fez este esforço... Vocês conhecem a história do compasso? Esta é genial. Quando ele começou a fazer a Mônica ele morava no interior de São Paulo, ele tinha um tanto de grana,  ele pegou um mapa do estado, pegou um compasso fez uma bola. Minha grana dá pra eu ir e voltar até estas cidades. Descobriu quais eram os jornais que tinham nestas cidades e ia lá vender as tiras dele. Senão ele ia estar no interior de São Paulo até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Se você não for atrás não importa o quão bom você seja, não vai acontecer nada."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-6106652317095870374?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6106652317095870374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6106652317095870374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/kingcon-no-omelete.html' title='Kingcon no Omelete'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4749304856164789446</id><published>2011-11-27T23:43:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:47:56.825-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog of war</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VgA98V1Ubk8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que fizemos seria considerado imoral se tivéssemos perdido (a guerra).&lt;br /&gt;Mas por que é imoral quando se perde e não é quando se ganha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quanto mal devemos fazer para fazer o bem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A convenção diz, não cometa o mesmo erro duas vezes, aprenda com seus erros. Mas não há tempo de aprendizado com armas nucleares. Você comete um erro e destrói nações."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McNamara é de uma inteligência que beira a genialidade. Embora tenha posto sua inteligência a serviço da guerra, pode ter sido seu brilhantismo que impediu que chegássemos a uma terceira guerra mundial. No documentário, McNamara nos ensina as onze lições que aprendeu ao longo de sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 11 lições&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Sinta empatia pelo inimigo&lt;br /&gt;2- Racionalidade não irá nos salvar&lt;br /&gt;3- Existe algo superior a uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;4- Maximize a eficiência&lt;br /&gt;5- Proporcionalidade deve ser uma meta da guerra&lt;br /&gt;6- Consiga a informação&lt;br /&gt;7- Acreditar e ver, os dois podem falhar&lt;br /&gt;8- Esteja preparado para reanalizar seu raciocínio&lt;br /&gt;9- Para fazer o bem, você pode ter que fazer o mal&lt;br /&gt;10- Nunca diga nunca&lt;br /&gt;11- Você não pode mudar a natureza humana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4749304856164789446?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4749304856164789446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4749304856164789446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/fog-of-war.html' title='Fog of war'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VgA98V1Ubk8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2924587890589237602</id><published>2011-11-27T18:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:45:28.267-02:00</updated><title type='text'>All I CAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BSpUnRQZ8HI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-2924587890589237602?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2924587890589237602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2924587890589237602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-can.html' title='All I CAN'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BSpUnRQZ8HI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2292832317200050057</id><published>2011-11-25T20:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T21:08:16.641-02:00</updated><title type='text'>muito bacana</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32397612?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/32397612"&gt;Address Is Approximate&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4317458"&gt;The Theory&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&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/16396255-2292832317200050057?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2292832317200050057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2292832317200050057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/sonhar-e-preciso.html' title='muito bacana'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-8271259710227273804</id><published>2011-11-25T15:00:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:42:11.555-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça tudo que você tem vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27582815?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27582815"&gt;In The Fall&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4630714"&gt;Steve Cutts&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este vídeo me lembra o que disse William James: "Na juventude, podemos ter uma experiencia absolutamente nova, subjetiva ou objetiva, a cada hora do dia. A apreensão é vívida, a retenção é forte, e nossas rememorações daquela época como aquelas do tempo que passamos em uma viagem rápida e interessante, são de algo intricado, diversificado, com traços marcantes", escreveu. "Mas, à medida que os anos passam, algumas experiências se convertem em rotinas automáticas que mal notamos, os dias passam e os anos tornam se ocos e comprimidos. A vida parece se acelerar quando envelhecemos porque a vida se torna menos memorável"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos desenhados para a novidade e para as aventuras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-8271259710227273804?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8271259710227273804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8271259710227273804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/faca-tudo-que-voce-tem-vontade.html' title='Faça tudo que você tem vontade'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-8462008597039634673</id><published>2011-11-21T10:04:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:28:02.479-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mínimo é o máximo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qgg-uE53DNY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou um grande admirador da música minimalista. Glass, Cage, Pärt, Bryars, Eno, Ostertag, Reich, etc… Embora meus primeiros romances reflitam isso (O cheiro do ralo, O natimorto) tentei experimentar algo diferente em A arte de produzir efeito sem causa.&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi retomar essa idéia de forma mais radical nesse livro. Busquei não o minimalismo literário, mas o musical. O mesmo experimentado principalmente por Glass e Cage. Glass não gosta da expressão “minimalismo”, prefere chamar de “música com estrutura repetida”. Se prestar atenção em sua música, verá que a variação se dá de forma tão sutil e, mesmo assim, aos poucos transforma toda a base e às vezes até mesmo o tema. Essa foi minha principal inspiração e minha meta. Para transpor essa idéia para um enredo, pensei em uma história simples, um pequeno tema, um mistério.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Queria construir um livro com o mínimo possível."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogdacompanhia.com.br/tag/lourenco-mutarelli/"&gt;Lourenço Mutarelli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-8462008597039634673?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8462008597039634673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8462008597039634673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/musica-minimalista.html' title='O Mínimo é o máximo'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qgg-uE53DNY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-5179157286699532218</id><published>2011-11-20T23:03:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T18:35:58.987-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você não pode esperar pela inspiração. Você tem que ir atrás dela com um tacape!</title><content type='html'>Jack London&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-5179157286699532218?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5179157286699532218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5179157286699532218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/voce-nao-pode-esperar-pela-inspiracao.html' title='Você não pode esperar pela inspiração. Você tem que ir atrás dela com um tacape!'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-789144280036385982</id><published>2011-11-20T21:25:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T18:37:17.383-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cenas que alegram a vida</title><content type='html'>No meio da baladen, o brother pára de frente pra uma gatinha e faz um gesto pedindo o que estava na boca dela, já que ele não conseguia falar.&lt;br /&gt;A menina tirou o pirulito que estava em sua boca e entregou pro doido do meu brother.&lt;br /&gt;Ele segurou o pirulito entre os dedos, deu um sorrisinho pra menina e TRAGOU o pirulito dela. Achou que era cigarro e quase engoliu o pirulito de tão forte a tragada que deu.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha estes meus amigos me matam de rir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-789144280036385982?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/789144280036385982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/789144280036385982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/cenas-que-alegram-vida.html' title='Cenas que alegram a vida'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-3269973292526349815</id><published>2011-11-20T12:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:22:26.881-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Assistindo: Sob a névoa da guerra</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SfPwR00HXM0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3269973292526349815?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3269973292526349815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3269973292526349815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/assistindo-sob-nevoa-da-guerra.html' title='Assistindo: Sob a névoa da guerra'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SfPwR00HXM0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2190587919786420454</id><published>2011-11-19T11:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T11:34:20.850-02:00</updated><title type='text'>keep walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QNT-e8AwmqU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-2190587919786420454?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2190587919786420454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2190587919786420454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-walking.html' title='keep walking'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QNT-e8AwmqU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-3073398470222789858</id><published>2011-11-13T18:32:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:31:47.244-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Au5xYXJMv9k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e divirta-se&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3073398470222789858?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3073398470222789858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3073398470222789858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/ouse-tudo.html' title='Ouse'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Au5xYXJMv9k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-7982390532876964869</id><published>2011-11-10T21:51:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:33:06.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não ponha suas idéias em um pedestal, ponha em prática</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27067169" width="572" height="429" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-7982390532876964869?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7982390532876964869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7982390532876964869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/november.html' title='Não ponha suas idéias em um pedestal, ponha em prática'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2961750815386087146</id><published>2011-11-08T19:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:13:13.666-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wfyvtuMQr_Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-2961750815386087146?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2961750815386087146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2961750815386087146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/ha_08.html' title='Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wfyvtuMQr_Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-157057633826378143</id><published>2011-11-07T22:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:06:49.913-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma do Bondy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NYffuSePWKs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música deste cabra é boa demais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-157057633826378143?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/157057633826378143'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jUtr_E6t7Zw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed Myself When I Was Young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-2841446940678378017?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2841446940678378017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2841446940678378017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-weep-my-girl-so-true-let-train.html' title='Don&apos;t weep, my girl so true, let the train whistle cry for you'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jUtr_E6t7Zw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-3912942921029019421</id><published>2011-11-05T12:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:41:12.282-02:00</updated><title type='text'>RUM: Diário de um bêbado</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OXI-X_346Nc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha aí a história da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Valeus el-compadre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3912942921029019421?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3912942921029019421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3912942921029019421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/rum-diario-de-um-bebado_05.html' title='RUM: Diário de um bêbado'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OXI-X_346Nc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-3824690513990717604</id><published>2011-11-04T20:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:48:07.831-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Tarzan da Desgraça</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Gs6f8thSMvA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momento lokura   hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3824690513990717604?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3824690513990717604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3824690513990717604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/mr-tarzan-da-desgraca.html' title='Mr Tarzan da Desgraça'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Gs6f8thSMvA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-992057635129735475</id><published>2011-11-04T14:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:06:52.319-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero uma câmera destas (GoProHD)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/naZ60vXJVWI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-992057635129735475?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/992057635129735475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/992057635129735475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-quero-uma-camera-destas-goprohd.html' title='Eu quero uma câmera destas (GoProHD)'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/naZ60vXJVWI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-3043228041098535039</id><published>2011-11-03T23:25:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:21:22.185-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gênio, onze vezes gênio</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x0QlHZ_tfOw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, dia de finados, completou um ano que Andy Irons morreu. Neste mesmo dia seu arqui-rival e admirador, Kelly Slater, subiu ao pódio pela décima primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;"Acho que celebra as lembranças que eu tenho dele. Eu provavelmente poderia escrever um livro com nossas memórias, as boas, as ruins e as feias", disse Slater.&lt;br /&gt;O gigante saiu do mar carregado e dedicou a vitória a Irons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música é Black Flies de  Ben Howard, disco Every Kingdom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3043228041098535039?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3043228041098535039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3043228041098535039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/11/genio-onze-vezes-genio.html' title='Gênio, onze vezes gênio'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x0QlHZ_tfOw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-5630085099620911877</id><published>2011-10-28T01:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:42:30.609-02:00</updated><title type='text'>São muitos jeitos diferentes de viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sj1-218EnvY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não virar caminhoneiro, ainda viro entregador x-men em nova york...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-5630085099620911877?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-187559200552215285</id><published>2011-10-25T21:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:55:22.267-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabisque</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="526" height="374"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/187559200552215285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/10/rabisque.html' title='Rabisque'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4847328827244965122</id><published>2011-10-18T18:43:00.040-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:18:58.161-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedalando... a poupança nunca dói</title><content type='html'>Nas minhas viagens eu sempre senti falta de deslocamento rápido nos lugares onde não dá pra estacionar o carro. Nos centros das grandes cidades é praticamente impossível de estacionar, quando a gente consegue uma vaga tem aquele maldito parquímetro que só permite ficar por uma ou duas horas. Por isto eu sempre volto das viagens com pés cheios de bolhas.&lt;br /&gt;Foi pensando nestes problemas que incluí uma bicicleta dobrável na minha próxima viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u3R97zVdeKk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo itinerante precisa de uma bike destas, seja nas montanhas, nas praias, nos cafés ou até nas baladas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4847328827244965122?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4847328827244965122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4847328827244965122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/10/pedalando-poupanca-nunca-doi.html' title='Pedalando... a poupança nunca dói'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u3R97zVdeKk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-8949112613792894633</id><published>2011-10-17T17:00:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T12:41:22.922-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te vejo lá fora</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cg7YBEq4Bok" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-8949112613792894633?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8949112613792894633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8949112613792894633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/10/te-vejo-la-fora.html' title='Te vejo lá fora'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cg7YBEq4Bok/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-6015801325298134019</id><published>2011-10-14T18:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:38:53.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leitura Amarga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISIlN5eM8b8/Tpin8OXx6DI/AAAAAAAADD0/VhadtJeQwsc/s1600/chocolate%2Bamargo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISIlN5eM8b8/Tpin8OXx6DI/AAAAAAAADD0/VhadtJeQwsc/s400/chocolate%2Bamargo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663461184510224434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei este livro no aeroporto e li em dois dias. Definitivamente um dos piores livros que já li, o cara é egocêntrico, fofoqueiro, adora uma intriga e não sabe escrever.&lt;br /&gt;NÃO RECOMENDO ESTA MERDA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-6015801325298134019?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6015801325298134019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6015801325298134019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/10/chocolate-amargo.html' title='Leitura Amarga'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISIlN5eM8b8/Tpin8OXx6DI/AAAAAAAADD0/VhadtJeQwsc/s72-c/chocolate%2Bamargo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4194834755727569911</id><published>2011-10-14T01:39:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T02:01:04.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sergio Vieira de Mello</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I9UD7ZD7TJ0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais conhecido no resto do mundo do que no Brasil, Sergio Vieira de Mello foi um brasileiro fantástico que estava sendo cogitado como substituto de Kofi Annan na ONU.&lt;br /&gt;Nos Estados Unidos, seu estilo era comparado ao de Obama: "Obama tem muito em comum com Sergio. Os dois têm terra sob as unhas", disse Samantha Power, ex-acessora do presidente dos Estados Unidos. &lt;br /&gt;É a mesma Samantha Power que escreveu a biografia deste diplomata que preferia o campo de ação aos escritórios. É lastimável que grande parte do Brasil nem saiba que existiu um brasileiro deste calibre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm9ZUMuGnxo/Tpe-1oRIjhI/AAAAAAAADDo/fpwjeQ-gHEI/s1600/sergio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm9ZUMuGnxo/Tpe-1oRIjhI/AAAAAAAADDo/fpwjeQ-gHEI/s400/sergio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663204884993314322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4194834755727569911?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4194834755727569911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4194834755727569911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/10/sergio-vieira-de-mello.html' title='Sergio Vieira de Mello'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I9UD7ZD7TJ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-8678316652305383419</id><published>2011-10-10T11:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:46:20.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que te impede?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xitrqyt0SZg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha uma vida memorável...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-8678316652305383419?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8678316652305383419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/8678316652305383419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-fuckin-borin-to-death.html' title='O que te impede?'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xitrqyt0SZg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-2573524403607907059</id><published>2011-10-09T12:50:00.046-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:58:01.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Costureira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EDVAjWNOLc/TfVk2eE-RHI/AAAAAAAAC6g/usLQAv3Lths/s1600/seamstress-sara-tuvel-bernstein-paperback-cover-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EDVAjWNOLc/TfVk2eE-RHI/AAAAAAAAC6g/usLQAv3Lths/s400/seamstress-sara-tuvel-bernstein-paperback-cover-art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617506997164196978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já escrevi várias vezes este texto mas apaguei porque este livro é tão bom que todos os meus textos seriam insuficientes para descrevê-lo. Então, depois de escrever e apagar um monte de vezes, resolvi que o melhor é começar do começo e ser honesto.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ao começo:&lt;br /&gt;Como eu conto &lt;a href="http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/05/dachau.html"&gt;neste post&lt;/a&gt;, eu estava em Munique, acordei bem cedo, tomei banho, dispensei o café da manhã e ajustei o GPS do carro para Dachau.&lt;br /&gt;Dachau é uma cidadezinha perto de Munique, o acesso pode se dar pelos subúrbios ou pela autobahn que passa ao lado do estádio Allianz, um dos estádios mais bonitos do mundo. &lt;br /&gt;Após contornar o estádio, peguei uma saída que leva a uma estradinha com poucas curvas cercada de árvores altas, a paisagem típica da bavária. Depois de algum tempo seguindo as ordens do GPS lá estava o muro cinza com arames farpados. O monstro de concreto no meio do paraíso bávaro, a grande aberração nazista fincada no meio do pacato vilarejo.&lt;br /&gt;O inferno de Dante tem, na entrada, os seguintes dizeres: "Deixai de fora as esperanças, vós que entrais", o inferno Nazista tem "Arbeit macht frei", ou em bom português: "Libertação Pelo Trabalho", logo na entrada ficou evidente que o demônio humano é mais vil que a besta-fera bíblica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEL15QbCAVI/TdO5_TOZdmI/AAAAAAAACvk/RuychrHjlFQ/s1600/IMG_2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEL15QbCAVI/TdO5_TOZdmI/AAAAAAAACvk/RuychrHjlFQ/s400/IMG_2176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608030458149959266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do campo, um festival de horrores, aquele lugar é uma aula de história e uma grande vitrine da natureza humana, exposta com suas vísceras fétidas. É um choque tão grande que faz uma pessoa como eu, anti-belicista desde sempre, querer pegar em armas e lutar contra este tipo de gente. Eu ficava tentando entender aquela maldade, onde foi parar a bondade? Onde estavam as pessoas de bem enquanto isto aqui acontecia?&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei de uma citação que um grande amigo da lei fala sempre: "Para que o mal triunfe basta que os bons fiquem de braços cruzados"&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ver uma foto de Sara Tuvel, junto a um trecho de seu livro, resolvi que ia comprá-lo para tentar entender o que foi aquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8IyeVpmMwQ/TdO92lynxUI/AAAAAAAACvs/FkiaRSjiccg/s1600/IMG_2194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8IyeVpmMwQ/TdO92lynxUI/AAAAAAAACvs/FkiaRSjiccg/s400/IMG_2194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608034706561418562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro é sem dúvida o melhor que já li na minha vida, mostra a vida da menina linda que respirava liberdade, fazia o que tinha vontade e lutava pelo que queria. Tão feliz da vida e sem mais nem menos teve seu mundo destroçado pela insanidade que começou com uma perseguição religiosa e terminou com uma guerra mundial. Sim, as religiões cristãs têm grande responsabilidade nestes crimes.&lt;br /&gt;Mas voltando à pergunta não respondida, onde estava a bondade quando esta maldade assolava o mundo? Onde estavam as pessoas de bem?&lt;br /&gt;Estavam bem ali, no meio disto tudo. A bondade estava nestas meninas virando adultas para sobreviver, dividindo um miolo de pão para não deixar suas amigas morrerem de fome. &lt;br /&gt;É o equilíbrio da natureza humana, onde há uma maldade exorbitante tem que haver uma bondade exorbitante. Porquê? Porque somos assim, bondade e maldade. Uma dicotomia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzo abaixo alguns trechos do livro para que Sara fale por si:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes da guerra, aos 13 anos Sara é expulsa da melhor escola do país por reagir ao preconceito, atirando um vidro de tinta no padre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Eu juntei minhas roupas, enfiei em uma mala e caminhei para o centro de Bucareste. Voltar pra casa nunca passou pela minha cabeça. A vila não tinha nada a me oferecer e eu não podia suportar o pensamento de ficar tomando chá  enquanto esperava pelo homem perfeito me pedir em casamento. Aqui estava eu, na capital da Romênia, a "Pequena Paris". A idéia de me tornar aprendiz de costureira de vestidos invadiu minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma das minhas irmãs saíra de casa para trabalhar. Eu vou ser a primeira! decidi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara acabou se tornando costureira da família real da Romênia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Eu adorava trabalhar ali, como era bom poder andar por aquelas ruas sofisticadas. Aprendi como é prazeroso ganhar seu próprio dinheiro e gastar em seus próprios prazeres. Frequentar jantares e salões de dança   "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos anos depois, já durante a guerra, as amigas a convidam para trabalhar com elas em uma fábrica de lingerie em Budapeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"_Vocês fazem a mesma coisa dia e noite, sem completar nada?&lt;br /&gt;_Sim&lt;br /&gt;_Eu sou uma costureira de vestidos, não uma máquina.&lt;br /&gt;_Você se acostumará.&lt;br /&gt;_Não, nunca! Eu preciso de variedade. Eu vou morar com vocês mas eu mesma vou encontrar meu trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto trabalhava na força de trabalho feminina (escravas cavando trincheiras) e os homens da força de trabalho ao lado começaram a chamar pelos nomes das suas parentes/ amigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Toda noite eu pensava, -ninguém chama por mim. Nem uma só pessoa. Será que alguém se lembra de mim? Ninguém? &lt;br /&gt;Talvez hoje à noite alguém chame meu nome - voltei ao trabalho esperançosa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouvi "Seren Tuvel" saindo do turbilhão de vozes. Não - eu pensei - Foi algum outro nome parecido com o meu. "Seren Tuvel...Seren Tuvel" Era meu nome! Eu queria pular e correr para descobrir quem estava chamando por mim. Era Joseph Tuvel, a última pessoa que eu esperava ouvir. Dormi pensando em Joseph, Eu achava que eu não era nada pra ele além de uma tia velha. Mas ele me chamou! Eu nunca esqueceria. Oh eu nunca esqueceria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a guerra, Joseph carregou dentro de seu sapato a foto de Sara que ilustra a capa do livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro dia no campo de concentração:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"A imagem daquela pilha de corpos congelados no frio, sob a luz acinzentada, nunca me abandonou. Eu não estarei nesta pilha, eu decidi então. Eu não vou morrer. De qualquer forma, e da maneira que eu puder, eu vou permanecer viva; Esther, Ellen e Lilly também. Enquanto eu tiver forças nós viveremos. Eu cuidarei disto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida ou morte, quase a mesma coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Se tornou  cada vez mais evidente que não havia meio termo em Ravensbrück. Só eram oferecidas duas opções: viver ou morrer. Se você não se levantasse da cama às quatro da manhã quando um guarda vinha gritando”Levantem, porcos judeus preguiçosos!” se você ficava em um estado semi sonolento porque durante a noite seu corpo havia sido atacado por hordas de piolhos, se seu sistema inteiro estava tão exausto por ataques de diarréia ou vômito que você não podia se levantar por você mesmo e se juntar às filas de contagem, você tinha escolhido a morte estivesse você ciente disto ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres queimadas vivas no crematório&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quando os guardas SS atiravam corpos em caminhões, um por um, às vezes uma mulher que estava sendo carregada gritava ou uma mulher da pilha de corpos erguia a mão, seus dedos se levantavam no ar e depois caíam. Algumas ainda estavam vivas! Os SS, no entanto, não reconheciam a doença. Se você se levantava e ia trabalhar, você estava vivo. Se você não se levantava, você estava morto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando elas são resgatadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Um soldado americano me carregava em seus braços. Eu fechei meus olhos. Gotas de água começaram a bater em minhas bochechas, escorrendo por meu pescoço. Está chovendo de novo? Eu pensei. Não, estamos dentro, não deveria chover aqui. Então eu me dei conta de que o soldado que me carregava estava chorando, suas lágrimas batendo em minha face.&lt;br /&gt;Gentilmente ele me pousou em lençóis limpos e brancos, cheirando a sabão e amaciante, em um travesseiro tão macio, e me cobriu com um cobertor quentinho. Oh meu Deus! Eu morri e fui pro céu, eu pensei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O depoimento da filha de Sara, muitos anos depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém conseguia ficar infeliz ou deprimido perto dela, seu otimismo destruía qualquer depressão.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das qualidades que faziam minha mãe diferente, senão única, era sua habilidade de dar uma risada real e desinibida, sua capacidade de viver o prazer e a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre me ensinou: esteja preparada, sempre planeje adiante, antecipe, esteja pronta, não dependa de ninguém além de si mesma, seja observadora.&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/16396255-2573524403607907059?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/2573524403607907059'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4058054429414533520?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4058054429414533520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4058054429414533520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-queria-ter-sua-vida.html' title='Eu queria ter a sua vida'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Rl_oVb8vKKs/default.jpg' height='72' 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frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar que estarei morto em breve é a ferramenta mais importante que já encontrei para me ajudar a tomar grandes decisões. Porque quase tudo - expectativas externas, orgulho, medo de passar vergonha ou falhar - caem diante da morte, deixando apenas o que é apenas importante. Não há razão para não seguir o seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar que você vai morrer é a melhor maneira que eu conheço para evitar a armadilha de pensar que você tem algo a perder. Você já está nu. Não há razão para não seguir seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-585629554369002782?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/585629554369002782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/585629554369002782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-ha-razao-para-nao-seguir-o-seu.html' title='Não há razão para não seguir o seu coração'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ksoo-G_YB2o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-3923890809752399130</id><published>2011-10-05T21:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:11:47.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma vida sensacional ceifada por uma doença horrível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---h5A5cu4ek/TozyGDMQcNI/AAAAAAAADDI/-uP7vr7Yn9A/s1600/t_hero.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---h5A5cu4ek/TozyGDMQcNI/AAAAAAAADDI/-uP7vr7Yn9A/s400/t_hero.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660165017447723218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Steve Jobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3923890809752399130?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3923890809752399130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3923890809752399130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/10/uma-vida-sensacional-ceifada-por-uma.html' title='Uma vida sensacional ceifada por uma doença horrível'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---h5A5cu4ek/TozyGDMQcNI/AAAAAAAADDI/-uP7vr7Yn9A/s72-c/t_hero.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4926915826242621706</id><published>2011-10-05T13:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:48:55.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem a hora certa pras coisas acontecerem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BBlxSJezoUU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4926915826242621706?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4926915826242621706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4926915826242621706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/10/tem-hora-certa-pras-coisas-acontecerem.html' title='Tem a hora certa pras coisas acontecerem'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BBlxSJezoUU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4823550637394764031</id><published>2011-09-29T01:39:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T09:12:38.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma vida memorável</title><content type='html'>(em um experimento dentro de uma caverna a percepção da passagem de tempo foi comprimida pela metade.)...  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A monotonia comprime o tempo, a novidade o expande. Você pode se exercitar, ter uma alimentação saudável e viver uma vida longa, mas experienciar uma vida curta. Se passar a vida sentado em um cubículo lidando com a papelada, um dia vai passar sem memória e se fundir com o seguinte... e desaparecer. &lt;br /&gt;Por isso, é importante mudar a rotina, passar férias em locais exóticos e ter o máximo possível de experiências novas que possam servir de âncoras para nossa memória. Criar novas memórias estende nosso tempo psicológico e prolonga a percepção de nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1890, William James foi o primeiro a escrever sobre a curiosa distorção e síntese do tempo psicológico no &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Principles of Psychology&lt;/span&gt;: "Na juventude, podemos ter uma experiencia absolutamente nova, subjetiva ou objetiva, a cada hora do dia. A apreensão é vívida, a retenção é forte, e nossas rememorações daquela época como aquelas do tempo que passamos em uma viagem rápida e interessante, são de algo intricado, diversificado, com traços marcantes", escreveu. "Mas, à medida que os anos passam, algumas experiências se convertem em rotinas automáticas que mal notamos, os dias passam e os anos tornam se ocos e comprimidos. A vida parece se acelerar quando envelhecemos porque a vida se torna menos memorável"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMRxKTCGuPs/TmrcT4X1Q8I/AAAAAAAADCo/4JDvknD2Hjw/s1600/A-arte-e-a-ciencia-de-memorizar_interna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMRxKTCGuPs/TmrcT4X1Q8I/AAAAAAAADCo/4JDvknD2Hjw/s400/A-arte-e-a-ciencia-de-memorizar_interna.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650570916597679042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entenderam porque odeio rotina e adoro mudança? Dá pra viver muitas vidas em uma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4823550637394764031?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4823550637394764031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4823550637394764031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/apassagem-de-tempo-toi-comprimida-pela.html' title='Uma vida memorável'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMRxKTCGuPs/TmrcT4X1Q8I/AAAAAAAADCo/4JDvknD2Hjw/s72-c/A-arte-e-a-ciencia-de-memorizar_interna.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-1909860750375635378</id><published>2011-09-28T21:08:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:03:00.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um bom ano</title><content type='html'>Já tinha assistido a pedaços deste filme sem nunca conseguir ver do início ao fim mas ontem resolvi assistir de cabo a rabo tomando uma garrafa de vinho. &lt;br /&gt;É a história de Max-A-Million, um cara bem sucedido porém infeliz que tem que interromper a correria da sua vida e ir a um lugar arrebatador onde  passou bons momentos da sua infância. Trata-se de Provence, local onde sua personalidade  foi fortemente influenciada pela presença do tio bon-vivant.&lt;br /&gt;O filme levanta questões interessantes sobre algumas pessoas, entre as quais me incluo, que não seriam felizes se tivessem que passar a vida em um mesmo lugar, sentando na mesma cadeira, fazendo as mesmas chatices por dez, vinte, trinta anos.&lt;br /&gt;Outro ponto bacana é que ser bon-vivant é o mió que tá teno. Também me incluo no clube dos bon-vivants.&lt;br /&gt;Provence me escapou, cheguei a pegar estrada pra lá mas mudei de idéia na última hora. Na próxima não me escapa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JmjXiAqyEfo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-1909860750375635378?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/1909860750375635378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/1909860750375635378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-bom-ano_28.html' title='Um bom ano'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JmjXiAqyEfo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-7631735222692625980</id><published>2011-09-27T23:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:26:35.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E o troféu joinha vai para... Police Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ml6Io35s4Rk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-7631735222692625980?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7631735222692625980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7631735222692625980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-bom-ano.html' title='E o troféu joinha vai para... Police Station'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ml6Io35s4Rk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-7453093932515825614</id><published>2011-09-26T23:17:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T09:11:03.121-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Nomada</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iYZ4LvjQ2kE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banda Punk-cigano-sueca. &lt;br /&gt;Ciganos loucos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Acordei, olhei para o Cristo e pensei, que vida boa que eu tenho. Desta parte eu me lembro porque fazia isto todo santo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tomei um banho frio e fui acabar de me trocar na sala, dando o nó na gravata em frente à televisão, onde meu companheiro de equipe assistia ao Bom dia Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Atravessamos a avenida Humaitá que nos separava do escritório e nos pusemos a trabalhar concentrados. No meio da manhã, Marcão, meu amigo, bateu nas minhas costas e falou: Você morava pertinho do Word Trade Center né!? Bateu um avião lá.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que fosse um teco-teco e, pra falar a verdade, estava tão atolado em trabalho que nem verifiquei. &lt;br /&gt;De repente começam a chegar emails de antigos colegas de trabalho dando depoimentos sobre o atentado. Continuava apertado, li apressadamente e voltei pras minhas tarefas.&lt;br /&gt;O escritório ficava em uma universidade, a UNIVER-CIDADE da Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas, por isto almoçávamos no refeitório dos estudantes. Ali não foi possível ignorar o acontecido, todas as tv's mostravam cenas de pessoas correndo nas ruas, fumaça, chamas, um terror.&lt;br /&gt;Já faz 10 anos, meu Deus... Como passou rápido e como eu mudei, como tudo mudou. A vida voa e a gente não percebe. Tanta gente boa se foi, tanta gente boa apareceu. Passei por tantos lugares, vidas, a própria ordem mundial está completamente diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Foram dez anos completamente diferentes do que planejei, surpreendentemente melhores do que planejei, bem vividos, que só perdem para os próximos dez. Não tenho do que me queixar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-3371350910649059107?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3371350910649059107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/3371350910649059107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-anos-do-atentado.html' title='10 anos do 11 de setembro'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-1006449934699961808</id><published>2011-09-10T00:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:41:34.067-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossas memórias definem quem nós somos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMRxKTCGuPs/TmrcT4X1Q8I/AAAAAAAADCo/4JDvknD2Hjw/s1600/A-arte-e-a-ciencia-de-memorizar_interna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCeFBveDeq4/TmmE7G5ajXI/AAAAAAAADCY/Q7RBBGDEq_o/s400/f101e43209ec43cc8a10d96d324f0db7_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650193358511574386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam que no canto à esquerda tem vários esperando, eles decolaram em fila, 36, cada um com a bandeira de um estado e um quadrado com a bandeira do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5quJYnZPd24/TmmFMlooIYI/AAAAAAAADCg/WkDBwjqVMkc/s1600/3036fdc2c0144f66bf92fe032d5f3ca0_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5quJYnZPd24/TmmFMlooIYI/AAAAAAAADCg/WkDBwjqVMkc/s400/3036fdc2c0144f66bf92fe032d5f3ca0_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650193658820436354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-5825439980466797505?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5825439980466797505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/5825439980466797505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/sou-ou-nao-sou-um-fotografo-razoavel.html' title='Sou ou não sou um fotógrafo razoável?'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCeFBveDeq4/TmmE7G5ajXI/AAAAAAAADCY/Q7RBBGDEq_o/s72-c/f101e43209ec43cc8a10d96d324f0db7_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-7847162961793804473</id><published>2011-09-08T19:38:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:35:35.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A costureira</title><content type='html'>--a nora visitando o campo--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Em cada forno, nos tijolos chamuscados, alguém havia posto uma delicada flor branca - uma flor contrastando com a mandíbula negra. Por toda aquela manhã eu não senti nada além de uma tristeza estonteante, compreensível demais para expressar.  &lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas deslizaram em meu rosto e eu sussurrei: Eles não conseguiram te vencer Sara.&lt;br /&gt;Ela recusou a autorizar-lhes que esmagassem seu espírito, e quando ela saiu, seu espírito fugiu com ela.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, em 1980, no fim da tarde eu e Sara estávamos caminhando em uma estradinha sombria ao longo da floresta esverdeada que não fica muito longe de minha casa. "O desperdício é o que mais me entristece" ela disse calmamente, "Mesmo antes da guerra. O desperdício de potencial humano foi o pior de tudo. Eu teria gostado de ter sido alguém. De ter sido ALGUÉM!"&lt;br /&gt;Sara foi uma das mais fortes e mais corajosas pessoas que eu já conheci. Ela não sacrificou sua integridade para o mal nem fechou seu coração para o amor profundo e compaixão que ela sentiu por todos aqueles que amou. Todos aqueles que sofreram e morreram. Eu sinto saudades dela.&lt;br /&gt;Shalom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-7847162961793804473?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7847162961793804473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7847162961793804473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/costureira_08.html' title='A costureira'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-4178192870405145430</id><published>2011-09-08T19:31:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:35:08.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A costureira</title><content type='html'>Trechos do livro The Seamstress, livro que conta a história da costureirinha antes e durante o campo de concentração. &lt;br /&gt;O livro começa com a visita da nora de Sara, em 1980, ao campo onde ela esteve presa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Na entrada um monumento horizontal de seis pés com a inscrição de Anna Seghers: "Elas são todas nossas mães e irmãs". Eu fiquei parada diante disto por um longo tempo, captando o significado das palavras. As jovens meninas e mulheres, as mães, irmãs e filhas que morreram ali, haviam sido minhas ancestrais em uma rede que inclui todas as mulheres, trespassando todos os tempos. Foi uma perda irreparável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-4178192870405145430?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4178192870405145430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/4178192870405145430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/costureira.html' title='A costureira'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-128715520663547724</id><published>2011-09-05T23:31:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:42:16.712-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os responsáveis por nossa dor em breve estarão provando da sua própria</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yHxn8mTpAJU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-128715520663547724?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/128715520663547724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/128715520663547724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-responsaveis-por-nossa-dor-em-breve.html' title='Os responsáveis por nossa dor em breve estarão provando da sua própria'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yHxn8mTpAJU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-9189777324256017707</id><published>2011-09-03T12:08:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T22:34:04.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Calma Mano</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UgVFDVwQO60" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sô correria truta. Eu sô correria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-9189777324256017707?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/9189777324256017707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/9189777324256017707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-melhores-principios-de-jack-welch.html' title='Calma Mano'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UgVFDVwQO60/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-7305203162698543730</id><published>2011-09-03T11:26:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T16:51:54.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Battleplan Blitzkrieg</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PgtXCrjGzk0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você tem que ser paciente, espere que as coisas acontecem"... Tenho vontade de socar quem dá este tipo de conselho. Historicamente a paciência é a maior aliada da embromação.&lt;br /&gt;Velocidade, este sim é o fator mais importante para qualquer esforço coordenado. Quando a batalha é demorada as energias se esgotam, o inimigo se reorganiza e o cenário muda. &lt;br /&gt;Psicologicamente, a demora esfria o entusiasmo e a velocidade potencializa a autoconfiança.&lt;br /&gt;A velocidade garante vantagem no campo de batalha e fora dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil ter paciência diante dos que têm excesso de paciência.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-7305203162698543730?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7305203162698543730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7305203162698543730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/battleplan-blitzkrieg.html' title='Battleplan Blitzkrieg'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PgtXCrjGzk0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-6414037637987480864</id><published>2011-09-01T21:51:00.041-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:36:06.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro de Setembro</title><content type='html'>O mês já começou com "Vida em um dia". Que filme foda, fantástico e hipnotizante. &lt;br /&gt;O filme mostra tantas formas diferentes de viver, experiências, lugares, pessoas nascendo e morrendo. É muita vida pra uma hora e meia de filme.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns levam uma vida melhor, outros não são tão afortunados. Mas, ao contrário do que se pensa, a fortuna não determina a alegria de viver de ninguém. O jeito de encarar a vida é que define tudo. São os olhos, e não o que se vê...&lt;br /&gt;Uma pergunta que me marcou neste filme é &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Sabe quanta força é preciso para se rebelar?"&lt;/span&gt;.  Sim, é preciso ser muito forte para se rebelar, mas é o único jeito de ser feliz. &lt;br /&gt;É preciso ser forte para perseguir um sonho, para lutar pelo que acredita, e principalmente, é preciso ser muito forte pra mudar o mundo, mesmo que seja só o seu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Embora amedrontadoras, as melhores experiências da minha vida foram aquelas que exigiram mais força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w8S4gGI4nRo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor dia de todos é hoje, sempre! Por isto sebo nas canelas e força na peruca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-6414037637987480864?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6414037637987480864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/6414037637987480864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/primeiro-de-setembro.html' title='Primeiro de Setembro'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/w8S4gGI4nRo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-7850160540736828159</id><published>2011-09-01T18:12:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T08:47:17.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por fora bela viola, por dentro pão bolorento</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CM3LtrPk2us" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erraram o nome no cardápio, isto não é crab cake, é crap cake." Assim começa mais um Kitchen Nightmares, a maior prova de que ainda há sinceridade na TV. Neste programa o chef Ramsay arrasa com os modafoca dos donos de restaurantes ruins planeta afora.&lt;br /&gt;Dentre estes, dois donos de restaurantes visitados por ele já se mataram. Está melhorando o mundo, este danado... E enchendo o inferno de restaurante ruim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-7850160540736828159?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7850160540736828159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7850160540736828159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/09/assistindo.html' title='Por fora bela viola, por dentro pão bolorento'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CM3LtrPk2us/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-912559180930987088</id><published>2011-08-31T10:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:46:22.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No ordinary love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MuNZGijfaZA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-912559180930987088?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/912559180930987088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/912559180930987088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-ordinary-love.html' title='No ordinary love'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MuNZGijfaZA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16396255.post-7839373753306000176</id><published>2011-08-30T19:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:01:13.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Persio Arida</title><content type='html'>Tem horas que ouvir um amigo pode salvar sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Na  &lt;a href="http://revistapiaui.estadao.com.br/edicao-55/memorias-vertiginosas/rakudianai"&gt;autobiografia do economista Persio Arida&lt;/a&gt;, publicada na revista Piauí há uma passagem memorável.&lt;br /&gt;É uma conversa da época da ditadura. Persio tentava cooptar um amigo para a luta. Tempos depois, quando estava sendo torturado, Persio percebeu a sabedoria das palavras do amigo, mas aí já era tarde demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas ele, impaciente, interrompeu minha ladainha revolucionária abruptamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–- Mas, Persio, você tem cu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpreso, respondi, como assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Pois, Persio, eu tenho. E quem tem cu tem medo. E eu tenho muito medo, não é pouco não, é muito, um medo do caralho que me arranquem as unhas a frio e me deem choques no saco. E, se você quer saber, além do mais não quero deixar de tomar minha cervejinha com bolinho de bacalhau. Faço isto todo sábado de manhã, naquele barzinho perto de casa, jogando conversa fora sobre futebol. Persio, estou fora. Torço por você e por todos. Mas não me leve a mal, não. Sou pequeno-burguês,cagão, o que você quiser. Só quero estar fora, sair do campo e ir para a arquibancada. O mar não está para peixe e, porra, eu quero viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não o chamei de traidor ou de pequeno-burguês;tive lucidez para salvar nossa amizade. Mas não o suficiente para ouvir naquela profusão de palavrões a única voz que importava, a voz de alguém que conseguia extrair tanta satisfação de um bolinho de bacalhau com cerveja, uma voz que confessava abertamente e sem vergonha alguma seu amor à vida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16396255-7839373753306000176?l=gutao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7839373753306000176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16396255/posts/default/7839373753306000176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutao.blogspot.com/2011/08/persio-arida.html' title='Persio Arida'/><author><name>Gutao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08822608607889938417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
