<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Então... : Então...</title>
		<link>http://preguicadeescrever.blogdosblogs.com/Entao-b1.htm</link>
		<description></description>
		<lastBuildDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 23:50:25 GMT</lastBuildDate>
		<ttl>10</ttl>
		<image>
			<title>Então... : Então...</title>
			<url></url>
			<link>http://preguicadeescrever.blogdosblogs.com/Entao-b1.htm</link>
		</image>
	<item>
		<title>Êxtase</title>
		<category>Então...</category>
		<pubDate>2008-05-15T06:30:38Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c350/rayssapop/setlistrufus.jpg&quot; border=&quot;3&quot; alt=&quot;setlist Rufus&quot; hspace=&quot;3&quot; vspace=&quot;3&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;550&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Coisa de f&amp;atilde; (-n&amp;aacute;tica)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer? H&amp;aacute; algo para se dizer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ansiedade antes, &amp;ecirc;xtase durante, encantamento depois. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vem uma DPS (Depress&amp;atilde;o p&amp;oacute;s-show) ao perceber que aqueles momentos m&amp;aacute;gicos n&amp;atilde;o voltam mais, e ao constatar que vai demorar para artistas desse naipe voltarem a dar o ar da gra&amp;ccedil;a por aqui. &amp;Ecirc; pa&amp;iacute;s que est&amp;aacute; precisando! A cidade ent&amp;atilde;o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Imagino a energia que o artista recebe em cima do palco. E ainda assim canta com toda a alma.&amp;nbsp;Eu paralisaria para sentir o momento assim como fiz sentada na minha cadeira na plat&amp;eacute;ia ao escut&amp;aacute;-lo. &amp;Eacute; pra quem tem mesmo MUITO talento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Em meio a uma plat&amp;eacute;ia surpreendentemente repleta&amp;nbsp;de f&amp;atilde;s &amp;quot;velhos&amp;quot; e fi&amp;eacute;is (e olha que havia gente de todas as idades e tribos!) e novos f&amp;atilde;s -&amp;nbsp;adquiridos pelo acaso, pessoas que pagaram por um bom programa numa noite normal de ter&amp;ccedil;a-feira - ele encantou cada um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Podia parecer bem improv&amp;aacute;vel, mas sim, Rufus Wainwright estava no Brasil! E, meu Deus, nessa Bras&amp;iacute;lia tamb&amp;eacute;m. O melhor de tudo &amp;eacute; que foi um show bem intimista, todos podiam sentir a emo&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o a cada nota.&amp;nbsp;A voz ecoava pelo audit&amp;oacute;rio. Foi inesquec&amp;iacute;vel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;[momentoflash]&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Aiaiai se voc&amp;ecirc; virar e me disser: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Quem &amp;eacute; esse?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Leva uma tamancada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&amp;aacute;, tamanco &amp;eacute; brega, mas talvez um dia volte a ser fashion. A moda d&amp;aacute; voltas.&amp;nbsp;Por enquanto, vai de &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41pvJLdon3L._AA280_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;peep toe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;ecirc; n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; obrigado a conhec&amp;ecirc;-lo, mas lhe apresento Rufus Wainwright bem oportunamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=bZXOfPNS_dA&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;Cantando California em &quot;&gt;Cantando California em &amp;quot;Brasilliant&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;(Bras&amp;iacute;lia + Brilliant, &lt;em&gt;as for the man himself&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;[/momentoflash]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Um dos pontos altos do show e das minhas favoritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&amp;aacute;, se voc&amp;ecirc; ficou com sono, pode fechar. Mas tente abrir sua mente e descobrir a ess&amp;ecirc;ncia de uma&amp;nbsp;m&amp;uacute;sica independentemente do ritmo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;Eacute; bem diferente&amp;nbsp;uma m&amp;uacute;sica melodiosa ser triste&amp;nbsp;e um batuque ser dan&amp;ccedil;ante. Ainda mais em se tratando de m&amp;uacute;sica feita com alma, talento e uma mensagem a ser dada. Voc&amp;ecirc; vai descobrir as infinitas possibilidades, sensa&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es e emo&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es que uma m&amp;uacute;sica traz. Voc&amp;ecirc; vai se apaixonar, &amp;eacute; viciante. Garanto. N&amp;atilde;o tem volta.&amp;nbsp;Isso tudo se resume em Rufus Wainwright.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Desculpe-me se, pela maneira com que escrevo,&amp;nbsp;fa&amp;ccedil;o parecer muito mais do que &amp;eacute;, mas ele realmente n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; o que parece. &amp;Eacute; &amp;iacute;mpar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Se gostou e ainda n&amp;atilde;o conhecia, n&amp;atilde;o perca a chance de v&amp;ecirc;-lo numa pr&amp;oacute;xima e comprar os CDs e/ou DVDs. &amp;Eacute; daquelas coisas em que realmente vale a pena &amp;quot;investir&amp;quot;. Esque&amp;ccedil;amos os r&amp;oacute;tulos, o cara, al&amp;eacute;m de grande artista, &amp;eacute; um &amp;oacute;timo entertainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c350/rayssapop/18.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Rufus&quot; hspace=&quot;3&quot; vspace=&quot;3&quot; width=&quot;370&quot; height=&quot;481&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rufus, a Diva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O p&amp;uacute;blico lotou o ambiente, foi m&amp;aacute;gico. Muito mais gente do que se podia imaginar.&amp;nbsp;Mas ainda&amp;nbsp;nem de longe todos que poderiam ter sido arrebatados antes e aproveitado que ele estava por aqui para matar dois coelhos numa tacada s&amp;oacute;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, quem conhece Rufus Wainwright tirando umas centenazinhas de gatos pingados? Agora, mais gente, com certeza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;Eacute; a prova de que o Brasil precisa de mais chances de ser cada vez mais culturalmente&amp;nbsp;ecl&amp;eacute;tico. De que tem, sim, condi&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es de receber grandes nomes do cen&amp;aacute;rio da m&amp;uacute;sica mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Para quem esperava ver e ouvir, mesmo que de longe, um grande artista, eu ganhei mais do que o esperado. Com a ajudinha de um simp&amp;aacute;tico senhor que o acompanha nas turn&amp;ecirc;s, consegui um aut&amp;oacute;grafo, chegar perto, dar um abra&amp;ccedil;o, um beijinho na bochecha e dizer: &amp;quot;You&#039;re the best&amp;quot;, o que saiu no momento. Ele retribui com um am&amp;aacute;vel &amp;quot;Thank you!&amp;quot; olhando nos olhos, como aqueles artistas que n&amp;atilde;o t&amp;ecirc;m uma meia fedorenta invis&amp;iacute;vel na cara o tempo todo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Engra&amp;ccedil;ado como tudo foi algo que eu nunca imaginei, mas me senti t&amp;atilde;o realizada como se sempre tivesse almejado aquilo.&amp;nbsp;Essas ador&amp;aacute;veis surpresas s&amp;atilde;o inesquec&amp;iacute;veis mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c350/rayssapop/autograforufus.jpg&quot; border=&quot;3&quot; alt=&quot;aut&amp;oacute;grafo&quot; hspace=&quot;3&quot; vspace=&quot;3&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho n&amp;atilde;o sonhado, mas realizado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=kB67HO8tkQs&quot;&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/a&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
		<guid>http://preguicadeescrever.blogdosblogs.com/Entao-b1/Extase-b1-p5.htm</guid>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title>Inaugural</title>
		<category>Então...</category>
		<pubDate>2008-04-26T08:47:04Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.melissa.com.br/promocao/de7ezetasy7a&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.melissa.com.br/promocao/selo/vertical/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;152&quot; height=&quot;134&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.melissa.com.br/promocao/selo/vertical&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos os anos os Pastores Orientais se re&amp;uacute;nem para celebrar a liberdade com grandes corridas pelo deserto. Entre a juventude e a idade adulta todos os seres desse povo cigano fazem uma grande viagem. Com eles a Melissa aprendeu que...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;[...a liberdade &amp;eacute; desprender-se da energia negativa e explorar um mundo de descobertas fant&amp;aacute;sticas em longas e profundas viagens ao interior da nossa ess&amp;ecirc;ncia, onde est&amp;atilde;o guardados todos os segredos do Universo. O vazio do deserto transforma a miragem em espelho da alma para que nos aprofundemos no ser mais poderoso que existe: n&amp;oacute;s mesmos. A felicidade est&amp;aacute; na jornada da conquista e da sabedoria, que nos enriquece e nos presenteia com a verdadeira liberdade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa ainda &amp;eacute; a menina com atitude que anseia por alucinantes aventuras e descobertas, por&amp;eacute;m, agora tem o dom desbravador do mundo. Isso a torna uma verdadeira mulher, real guardi&amp;atilde; da semente da humanidade e seus mist&amp;eacute;rios, s&amp;iacute;mbolo ocidental desse povo m&amp;iacute;stico. Finalmente livre. Muito t&amp;ecirc;m a nos ensinar os Pastores Orientais...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;_________________________________&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Ajuda, vai? Vota a&amp;iacute;, vota? Passei a noite quebrando a cuca em meio a um bloqueio criativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; aquela velha hist&amp;oacute;ria: &lt;em&gt;Eu podia estar matando, eu podia estar roubando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;MAS SE VOC&amp;Ecirc; N&amp;Atilde;O VOTAR &amp;Eacute; O QUE EU VOU FAZER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem voto para mim? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*se esconde antes de levar uma tamancada*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDITADO: PROMO&amp;Ccedil;&amp;Atilde;O ENCERRADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADA A QUEM VOTOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
		<guid>http://preguicadeescrever.blogdosblogs.com/Entao-b1/Inaugural-b1-p4.htm</guid>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title>Thinking</title>
		<category>Então...</category>
		<pubDate>2008-04-26T07:01:27Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.bridgwaterartscentre.co.uk/images/ProgAutumn07/DecImages/Rumpelstiltskin.pg.jpg&quot; border=&quot;2&quot; alt=&quot;Rumpelstiltskin&quot; hspace=&quot;2&quot; vspace=&quot;2&quot; width=&quot;350&quot; height=&quot;375&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I was thinking of what to do, but all I got to do was only think, not to do. Then I thought and suddenly remembered my childhood - when we&#039;re supposed to think of anything we must allow our thoughts to come. What did I use to do? What did I use to think? Now, all we can have from our childhood is memories. Yes, I used to play and think of playing. &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/bored.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/giddy.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/energetic.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, didn&#039;t I ever get tired? &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/weird.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; That drove me to this: now, when I get tired, I take a break and rest with no things running through my head. Why? Because most of the things we use to think is to worry about them, and it wouldn&#039;t help us relax, right? But when children are tired, they rest and instantly think of good things. It explains why childhood seems to be the most creative and positive piece of our life, children don&#039;t stop thinking any little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is positive and creates lots of things. And, today, when I took a little time to think, and this way remembered my own childhood, I realised how important fantasy is. I think there isn&#039;t anything more fanciful for a girl child than thinking of fairy tales... &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;  And I just remembered one of my favorite fairy tales: &lt;font color=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot;&gt;Rumpelstiltskin&lt;/font&gt;, by the Grimm Brothers (actually, I still love many of their stories). If you also like this one, you can remember it (as well as many others) by clicking on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.authorama.com/grimms-fairy-tales-25.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000099&quot;&gt;here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Re-reading it brought me all my childish memories and I just couldn&#039;t stop thinking of this. &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/mischievous.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
		<guid>http://preguicadeescrever.blogdosblogs.com/Entao-b1/Thinking-b1-p3.htm</guid>
	</item>
	</channel>
</rss>