<?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-3092231553059614158</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:23:33.347-08:00</updated><category term='Só ver basta'/><category term='Coisas que eu sei...'/><category term='SEM NOSSAUM'/><category term='DESA- bafo'/><category term='Palavras traduzidas'/><category term='Jornalismo'/><category term='Encenação'/><category term='SOM'/><category term='Estação'/><category term='Soletrando'/><category term='+ que Bla bla blá'/><category term='XErox'/><title type='text'>DESABAFO PÚBLICO</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog  - não linear - literalmente um desabafo
Quero ver e ler algo depois que se passou..saber o que pensei,senti..relembrar, fazer um exercício de reflexão e analise
Quero escrever de qualquer forma o que eu sinto, que eu veja,saiba...
Escrever sem regras  e preocupações.

DESABAFAR medos, angústias, alegrias, fatos, opiniões...

Me comprometo em escrever sem pensar o que me der na telha...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-7836400941391949846</id><published>2008-04-17T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T05:07:38.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Isabella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SAc8cW8dgsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Yd4Fh7TXIOE/s1600-h/0,,14386584,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SAc8cW8dgsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Yd4Fh7TXIOE/s320/0,,14386584,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190183553460961986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei cedo com muitas dores e fui fazer meu exame...Chego em casa e ligo a Tv me deparo com mais um capitulo da novela&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/SaoPaulo/0,,MUL386739-5605,00-VEJA+A+CRONOLOGIA+DO+CASO+ISABELLA.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ISABELLA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagens,entrevistas,suposições,passagens diretamente do local...UFA!!! Sabe o que me faz ter  raiva???É o papel dos jornalistas nessa situação. O jornalista esqueceu que ele repassa informações e começa a querer descobrir o crime. Critérios de noticiabilidade ??? Existe??Tantas Isabelas, tantas noticias e a todo momento a mesma. Se o pai da garota,mãe, madrasta ou simplesmente qualquer pessoa vinculada faça qualquer movimento, todos os jornalistas seguem atrás de noticias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico indignada com essa situação. Não por que o crime não me choca, mais por que como estudante de Direito e de Jornalismo, percebo os papeis invertidos. Não sei se é proposital mais nessa estória já existe um julgamento. Quando Ana Maria Braga fala do olhar do pai da menina, dizendo ser frio e longe compactuando com o olhar da sua esposa, madrasta da menina, ela está julgando sim e contribuindo para que duas pessoas e familiares tenham sua vida totalmente modificada e que jamais vai ser a  mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém já pensou nos filhos do casal?? Que não podem mais ver TV por que a  qualquer momento podem ver imagens e ouvir noticias nada positivas sobre sues pais. Tudo isso por que a imprensa está fazendo desse caso uma novela digna de dramalhão, quase uma A próxima vitima Ou Celebridade- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUEM MATOU ISABELA??&lt;/span&gt;- Silvio de Abreu perdeu a  chance de colocar os índices de audiência da sua próxima novela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou indignada com as cenas, as suposições narradas pelos jornalistas. Jornalista não supõe ele informa e ponto. A justiça julga depois de tudo bem apurado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O papel da imprensa hoje está sendo de  diabinho no ombro do povo sem dá visibilidade a justiça?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco me importa, sinceramente quem matou Isabella, não que eu ache bonito um crime desse porte, mais não mudará minha vida  e não trará a menina de volta.Eu desejo justiça sim,mais para tudo, todos os crimes. Até para a invasão da imprensa na vida das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei dessa novela.só escrevi aqui por que fiquei e estou totalmente irritada com toda essa cena,palhaçada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quero saber quem é que vai conseguir repara a vida de todo mundo envolvido e se daqui a  dois anos esse caso vai ser falado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver se esse casal não for o culpado se isso vai ser noticia a tal ponto como as acusações da imprensa sobre eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEGA ISABELA MORREUUUUUUUU !!! Deixa a menina descansar em paz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JB: &lt;/span&gt;Será um novo caso da Escola Base?? Já pesquisou no&lt;a href="http://news.google.com.br/news?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;ned=pt-BR_br&amp;amp;q=isabela&amp;amp;btnG=Pesquisar+not%C3%ADcias"&gt; google noticias&lt;/a&gt;  ISABELLA?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-7836400941391949846?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/7836400941391949846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=7836400941391949846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/7836400941391949846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/7836400941391949846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/isabela.html' title='Isabella'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SAc8cW8dgsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Yd4Fh7TXIOE/s72-c/0,,14386584,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-1354767507585212664</id><published>2008-04-15T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:15:29.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOM'/><title type='text'>SOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/73ff5jt9ziM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/73ff5jt9ziM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Carry On (tradução)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Angra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p id="cmp"&gt;Composição: André Matos&lt;/p&gt; Mente simplória,&lt;br /&gt;Pois agora você sucumbe&lt;br /&gt;Nada muda o seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Esse mundo insiste em ser o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Baseado em nossos erros&lt;br /&gt;As flores desaparecem ao longo da estrada&lt;br /&gt;Não feche os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois a solidão torna-se a lei&lt;br /&gt;de uma vida sem significado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga os seus passos e você descobrirá&lt;br /&gt;Os caminhos desconhecidos estão na sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de mais nada além de seu orgulho&lt;br /&gt;para chegar lá...[Vá!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora temos que enfrentar um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Você não estará sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Essa vida está nos forçando a ficar&lt;br /&gt;- Por quanto tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Frio é o vento e o soar do trovão&lt;br /&gt;numa noite de tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Mas veja bem, eu estou ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Estamos marchando em frente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga os seus passos e você descobrirá&lt;br /&gt;Os caminhos desconhecidos estão na sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de mais nada além de seu orgulho&lt;br /&gt;para chegar lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, siga em frente,&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem um sentido&lt;br /&gt;Que algum dia poderemos descobrir...&lt;br /&gt;Siga em frente, é hora de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Os restos do passado para seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga os seus passos e você descobrirá&lt;br /&gt;Os caminhos desconhecidos estão na sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de mais nada além de seu orgulho&lt;br /&gt;para chegar lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, siga em frente,&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem um sentido&lt;br /&gt;Que algum dia poderemos descobrir...&lt;br /&gt;Siga em frente, é hora de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Os restos do passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, siga em frente,&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem um sentido&lt;br /&gt;Que algum dia poderemos descobrir...&lt;br /&gt;Siga em frente, é hora de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Os restos do passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga em frente, é hora de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Os restos do passado, para seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;Os restos do passado, para seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;Os restos do passado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-1354767507585212664?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/1354767507585212664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=1354767507585212664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/1354767507585212664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/1354767507585212664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/som_15.html' title='SOM'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-2626652060753010712</id><published>2008-04-15T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:51:34.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estação'/><title type='text'>Estação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SATq-28dgqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iEZJ_Xf7KBo/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SATq-28dgqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iEZJ_Xf7KBo/s320/amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189531036259549858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém sai ileso de um grande amor. Ou da falta dele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JB:&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-2626652060753010712?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/2626652060753010712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=2626652060753010712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/2626652060753010712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/2626652060753010712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/estao.html' title='Estação'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SATq-28dgqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iEZJ_Xf7KBo/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-2433531970608813296</id><published>2008-04-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:12:28.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu sei...'/><title type='text'>Coisas que eu sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SATrwW8dgrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pGO5WPa7-jQ/s1600-h/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SATrwW8dgrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pGO5WPa7-jQ/s320/confused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189531886663074482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusa ( não culpada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei feliz em conversar, dar risada, planejar, mais culpada...culpa por ser um alicerce, uma coisa errada para alguém ou algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui egoísta me  deixei levar pela vontade.Esqueci totalmente de um empecilho. Conversei como se nada impedisse.Hoje percebi  que tudo impede...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi: tenho que ser mais malandra, devagar, não posso colocar fogo onde já existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver cada momento, mais não posso provocar a situação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duvidas e ao mesmo tempo, vontades...deixa a vida me levar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-2433531970608813296?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/2433531970608813296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=2433531970608813296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/2433531970608813296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/2433531970608813296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/coisas-que-eu-sei_15.html' title='Coisas que eu sei...'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SATrwW8dgrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pGO5WPa7-jQ/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-4842126483357701844</id><published>2008-04-15T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:03:05.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Só ver basta'/><title type='text'>Só ver basta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JB:&lt;/span&gt; Feliz por que vivo e por que....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SASLSm8dgpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4Gx--ZzUpHA/s1600-h/biker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SASLSm8dgpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4Gx--ZzUpHA/s320/biker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189425822445699730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-4842126483357701844?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/4842126483357701844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=4842126483357701844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/4842126483357701844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/4842126483357701844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-ver-basta_15.html' title='Só ver basta'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SASLSm8dgpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4Gx--ZzUpHA/s72-c/biker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-3730148139099196327</id><published>2008-04-15T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:52:18.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Jornalismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SASI2m8dgoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9kijHdOAnlk/s1600-h/glass_code_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SASI2m8dgoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9kijHdOAnlk/s400/glass_code_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189423142386107010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jornalismo ON LINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jornalista José Antonio Meira Rocha, professor de jornalismo online em Porto Alegre (RS), listou as habilidades inerentes ao novo profissional de comunicação. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Ler muito, inclusive em inglês.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Escrever bastante.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Pesquisar na internet e relacionar as informações encontradas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Operar planilhas e editores de texto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Operar programas de email e messengers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Participar de diversos fóruns e listas de discussão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Fotografar, manipular as fotos em programas específicos, distribuir as fotos em fotologs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Fazer e editar vídeos em celular ou câmeras domésticas, publicar e embutir estes vídeos em páginas Web.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Gravar entrevistas com seu MP3 player ou celular.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Editar áudio digital e fazer podcast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Contratar e instalar serviços em hospedagem internet (CMS, blogs, sistemas de workgroup, fóruns, galerias de fotos).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Gerenciar um sistema gerenciador de conteúdo (CMS), blog, fórum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Conhecer HTML o suficiente para fazer links ou modificar templates e skins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Usar sistemas de anúncios tipo AdSense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Assinar e gerenciar uma enorme lista de feeds RSS sobre sua especialidade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Trocar arquivos em sistemas peer-to-peer ou de troca de grandes arquivos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; Fazer mashups, mapas e modelos 3D com Google Maps, Google Earth e Google SketchUp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; Gerenciar, com diplomacia, comunidades de leitores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; Resolver pepinos e abacaxis em seu computador.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; Estar sempre antenado com as tendências das mídias digitais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-3730148139099196327?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/3730148139099196327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=3730148139099196327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/3730148139099196327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/3730148139099196327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/jornalismo.html' title='Jornalismo'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SASI2m8dgoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9kijHdOAnlk/s72-c/glass_code_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-4917490894946453454</id><published>2008-04-15T03:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:48:33.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu sei...'/><title type='text'>Coisas que eu sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SASH-G8dgnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3ZmCeChY5Rs/s1600-h/ATgAAAACnC-VQ2J996ZxMt9RNZs2TT9doa3phQi4wLHr6wGaIE6FSp-j1QpoKqAvQB9tA6bsr5Byd3KDB1TLzHO56DVJAJtU9VDwaam4MxoeOLy-84JNNqyy7lzeOA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SASH-G8dgnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3ZmCeChY5Rs/s400/ATgAAAACnC-VQ2J996ZxMt9RNZs2TT9doa3phQi4wLHr6wGaIE6FSp-j1QpoKqAvQB9tA6bsr5Byd3KDB1TLzHO56DVJAJtU9VDwaam4MxoeOLy-84JNNqyy7lzeOA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189422171723498098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Resumão da semana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Especial:&lt;/span&gt;UNB fiquei orgulhosa com tudo o que ocorreu... sucesso do Movimento estudantil (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; merece postagem especial)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Destaque:&lt;/span&gt; Curso de fotografia ( ameiiii as pessoas, o prof ^^ rs, as fotos) e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curso de Jornalimos on line &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( merece postagem especial)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amigos:&lt;/span&gt; revi, conversei, me aproximei...boa semana para isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faculdade:&lt;/span&gt; tou irresponsavel ainda...devendo td da semana passada e dessa f%@#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Familia: &lt;/span&gt;resolvi pendengas cm minha mãe...aff está tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha pessoa: &lt;/span&gt;estou me ouvindo e amadurecendo...doi algumas coisas, renuncias mais ao memso tempo cresco e me sinto plena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MECOM:&lt;/span&gt; ainda afastada mais querendo participar nem que seja um pouco mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estágio:&lt;/span&gt; nemmmmm  a partir do dia 22 nos falamos hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coração:&lt;/span&gt; it´s rain man ( porém, não quero problemas...) mais meu heart rsrs está batendo animadinha mesmo sem poder kkk estou tranquilinha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-4917490894946453454?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/4917490894946453454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=4917490894946453454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/4917490894946453454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/4917490894946453454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/coisas-que-eu-sei.html' title='Coisas que eu sei...'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/SASH-G8dgnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3ZmCeChY5Rs/s72-c/ATgAAAACnC-VQ2J996ZxMt9RNZs2TT9doa3phQi4wLHr6wGaIE6FSp-j1QpoKqAvQB9tA6bsr5Byd3KDB1TLzHO56DVJAJtU9VDwaam4MxoeOLy-84JNNqyy7lzeOA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-4975773597914220907</id><published>2008-04-10T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T04:39:55.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DESA- bafo'/><title type='text'>DESA-bafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_38QYrvaQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/f9v8pSqZAqU/s1600-h/medium_471192861_f8db98b205_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_38QYrvaQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/f9v8pSqZAqU/s400/medium_471192861_f8db98b205_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187579704234699010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arte do olhar além da sua visão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho de Tandera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não quero olhar diferente...mais não posso deixar de ver....e de fazer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puts!!! fazer algo por vc é f@%#$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-4975773597914220907?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/4975773597914220907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=4975773597914220907' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/4975773597914220907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/4975773597914220907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/desa-bafo.html' title='DESA-bafo'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_38QYrvaQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/f9v8pSqZAqU/s72-c/medium_471192861_f8db98b205_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-6551427347644953944</id><published>2008-04-09T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T07:18:06.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soletrando'/><title type='text'>Soletrando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zP1073FmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A3kJs1UxpXA/s1600-h/fadinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zP1073FmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A3kJs1UxpXA/s400/fadinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187249394473703010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taquipsiquia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;s.f.&lt;/em&gt;, Estado de sobreexcitação das funções psíquicas Encadeamento anormalmente rápido de idéias, característico dos estados maníacos Quando la sensopercepción está acelerada Acceleració de la velocitat del pensament, persones amb afluencia tal d’idees que surten a pressió, son dificils de seguir (poden lligar o no les coses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JB:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;A minha taquipsiquia centra-se em ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-6551427347644953944?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/6551427347644953944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=6551427347644953944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/6551427347644953944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/6551427347644953944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/soletrando.html' title='Soletrando'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zP1073FmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A3kJs1UxpXA/s72-c/fadinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-7047472206255400958</id><published>2008-04-09T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T07:13:34.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOM'/><title type='text'>SOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zORE73FlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3Ibt8pkchM0/s1600-h/uva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zORE73FlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3Ibt8pkchM0/s400/uva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187247663601882706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chupa que é de uva! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aviões do Forró&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;Vem meu cajuzinho&lt;br /&gt;Te dou muito carinho&lt;br /&gt;Me dá seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Me dá seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem meu moranguinho&lt;br /&gt;Te pego de jeitinho&lt;br /&gt;Te encho de tesão&lt;br /&gt;Te encho de tesão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa maluca&lt;br /&gt;Tira o mel da fruta&lt;br /&gt;Me mata de amor&lt;br /&gt;Me mata de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pega no colo&lt;br /&gt;Me olha nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Me beija que é bom&lt;br /&gt;Me beija que é bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sua boca eu viro fruta&lt;br /&gt;Chupa que é de uva&lt;br /&gt;Chupa, chupa&lt;br /&gt;Chupa que é de uva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sua boca eu viro fruta&lt;br /&gt;Chupa que é de uva&lt;br /&gt;Chupa, chupa&lt;br /&gt;Chupa que é de uva&lt;br /&gt;Chupa, chupa&lt;br /&gt;Chupa que é de uva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JB:&lt;/span&gt; Em homenagem a amigos e momentos ( kk)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-7047472206255400958?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/7047472206255400958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=7047472206255400958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/7047472206255400958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/7047472206255400958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/som.html' title='SOM'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zORE73FlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3Ibt8pkchM0/s72-c/uva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-4874950307164207380</id><published>2008-04-09T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:55:31.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Só ver basta'/><title type='text'>Só ver basta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zKaE73FkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HCXiFmEVFVE/s1600-h/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zKaE73FkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HCXiFmEVFVE/s400/abraco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187243420174194242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos que não precisam de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;JB: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero ficar assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-4874950307164207380?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/4874950307164207380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=4874950307164207380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/4874950307164207380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/4874950307164207380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-ver-basta.html' title='Só ver basta'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zKaE73FkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HCXiFmEVFVE/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-2744684306407093248</id><published>2008-04-09T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:46:42.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras traduzidas'/><title type='text'>Somente para ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zIZk73FjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5enGzML9s9Y/s1600-h/pause.jpg"&gt;Um minuto : Já volto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zIZk73FjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5enGzML9s9Y/s1600-h/pause.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zIZk73FjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5enGzML9s9Y/s320/pause.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187241212561004082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-2744684306407093248?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/2744684306407093248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=2744684306407093248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/2744684306407093248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/2744684306407093248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/somente-para-ver.html' title='Somente para ver'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zIZk73FjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5enGzML9s9Y/s72-c/pause.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-5415200818430099188</id><published>2008-04-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:47:25.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XErox'/><title type='text'>Xerox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zHQ073FiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GBavPnvP984/s1600-h/who.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zHQ073FiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GBavPnvP984/s400/who.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187239962725520930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo a conhecer-me. Não existo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o intervalo entre o que desejo ser e os outros me fizeram,&lt;br /&gt;ou metade desse intervalo, porque também há vida ...&lt;br /&gt;Sou isso, enfim ...&lt;br /&gt;Apague a luz, feche a porta e deixe de ter barulhos de chinelos no corredor.&lt;br /&gt;Fique eu no quarto só com o grande sossego de mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;É um universo barato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JB:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pode ser barato, mas é meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-5415200818430099188?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/5415200818430099188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=5415200818430099188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/5415200818430099188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/5415200818430099188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/comeo-conhecer-me.html' title='Xerox'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zHQ073FiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GBavPnvP984/s72-c/who.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-5976931092518970925</id><published>2008-04-09T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:48:31.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encenação'/><title type='text'>Encenação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zGsU73FhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/myy0NcehFHc/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zGsU73FhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/myy0NcehFHc/s320/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187239335660295698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou parado à porta de tua casa e vejo a tua sombra pela grande janela da sala.&lt;br /&gt;- Por favor, continue a andar. Mudei de ideias. Não é aqui que quero ficar.&lt;br /&gt;O carro desliza silenciosamente pela rua barulhenta e as luzes dos candeeiros da rua magoam-me os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei tantas vezes o meu regresso a casa. Consigo ver o teu ar surpreso, a felicidade no teu rosto, o nervosismo dos passos que dás em direcção a mim. Consigo sentir o abraço apertado, o calor do teu corpo, o perfume que sempre usas. Consigo quase vivê-lo. Imaginei-o tantas vezes que tenho medo de o viver realmente.&lt;br /&gt;Não era ali que queria ficar. Não era... Não é.&lt;br /&gt;- Chegámos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-5976931092518970925?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/5976931092518970925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=5976931092518970925' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/5976931092518970925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/5976931092518970925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/estou-parado-porta-de-tua-casa-e-vejo.html' title='Encenação'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zGsU73FhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/myy0NcehFHc/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-6614684854383029279</id><published>2008-04-09T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:34:30.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='+ que Bla bla blá'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zFoU73FgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7Kj07BHS4o8/s1600-h/ATgAAADZ6e9BHbWGrSIagj9oKIT5RfloCdrbtZqcVYwT9RTjuhgCIwHci-zVmjPZIt85zbcTdTeAIOA7S33Iy3HPoyjxAJtU9VAhCtj462nKE-xZipIjC6YbK0dZTQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zFoU73FgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7Kj07BHS4o8/s400/ATgAAADZ6e9BHbWGrSIagj9oKIT5RfloCdrbtZqcVYwT9RTjuhgCIwHci-zVmjPZIt85zbcTdTeAIOA7S33Iy3HPoyjxAJtU9VAhCtj462nKE-xZipIjC6YbK0dZTQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187238167429191170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JB:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reencontrar é arte da vida  que nos faz refeltir um passado e viver um futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-6614684854383029279?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/6614684854383029279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=6614684854383029279' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/6614684854383029279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/6614684854383029279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/jb-reencontrar-arte-da-vida-que-nos-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zFoU73FgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7Kj07BHS4o8/s72-c/ATgAAADZ6e9BHbWGrSIagj9oKIT5RfloCdrbtZqcVYwT9RTjuhgCIwHci-zVmjPZIt85zbcTdTeAIOA7S33Iy3HPoyjxAJtU9VAhCtj462nKE-xZipIjC6YbK0dZTQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-4999854819155681544</id><published>2008-04-09T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:51:03.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu sei...'/><title type='text'>Coisas que eu sei...</title><content type='html'>Não me apetece desabafar.&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me ficar calada a pensar nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar não é o termo correcto.&lt;br /&gt;Remoer é melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me ficar calada a remoer nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero conversar agora.&lt;br /&gt;Conversar ajuda-te?&lt;br /&gt;A mim não.&lt;br /&gt;Quero conduzir calada, com o pensamento longe.&lt;br /&gt;Conduzir ajuda-te?&lt;br /&gt;A mim sim.&lt;br /&gt;O automatismo das coisas é impressionante.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;Este silêncio incomoda.&lt;br /&gt;Falar também incomoda.&lt;br /&gt;Respirar incomoda!&lt;br /&gt;Não me apetece desabafar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acabei de o fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zD-k73FfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6ufDXSxThYc/s1600-h/about.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zD-k73FfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6ufDXSxThYc/s320/about.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187236350658024946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-4999854819155681544?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/4999854819155681544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=4999854819155681544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/4999854819155681544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/4999854819155681544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-me-apetece-desabafar.html' title='Coisas que eu sei...'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zD-k73FfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6ufDXSxThYc/s72-c/about.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-3134807283713030405</id><published>2008-04-09T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:50:38.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu sei...'/><title type='text'>Coisas que eu sei...</title><content type='html'>Às vezes não sei o que hei-de pensar, o que hei-de sentir, o que hei-de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso todos sentimos. Às vezes.&lt;br /&gt;E quando este «às vezes» se torna um «sempre» incontornável, inconsolável, inultrapassável?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez isso também a todos aconteça. Às vezes.&lt;br /&gt;E quando esta ausência de pensamentos, sentimentos e atitudes se torna insuportável, inigualável, insustentável?&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes não sei porque penso, porque sinto, porque faço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E continuo assim... Às veze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-3134807283713030405?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/3134807283713030405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=3134807283713030405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/3134807283713030405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/3134807283713030405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-vezes.html' title='Coisas que eu sei...'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-1016686323864726893</id><published>2008-04-09T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:50:51.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estação'/><title type='text'>Estação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zCFE73FdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PdglRmF3kZc/s1600-h/intimidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zCFE73FdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PdglRmF3kZc/s320/intimidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187234263303919058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa se te usei&lt;br /&gt;como refúgio dos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;pedaço de silêncios perdidos&lt;br /&gt;que voltei a encontrar em ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jamile:  Somos feitos de silêncios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-1016686323864726893?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/1016686323864726893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=1016686323864726893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/1016686323864726893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/1016686323864726893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/sem-intenso.html' title='Estação'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zCFE73FdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PdglRmF3kZc/s72-c/intimidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-2674056717964991567</id><published>2008-04-09T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:50:11.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DESA- bafo'/><title type='text'>DESA-bafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zBK073FcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aRGrv8KzQbc/s1600-h/soprowk7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zBK073FcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aRGrv8KzQbc/s320/soprowk7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187233262576539074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proposta indecente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramba..um turbilhão de coisas na minha vida...ERECOM,FENEX,DCE,facult,propostas, preocupações bestas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...me fizeram uma proposta uma não...duas de relevância..caracassssssssssssssss na hora  entrei ma onda..Pq gosto de ver até onde posso ir...depois pelo menos ontem percebi que não pode ser assim..fui fria,distante estava estranha...percebi que não sou como gostaria de ser...foi bom por que me surpreendi hoje sei o que realmente gosto e o que não gosto...e o que quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi em relação a primeira proposta... da segunda foi confirmar segunda-feira, mais minha intuição não falha..Estou com medo, mais serei forte para reagir se for o caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse tempo meu, de descobertas pessoais e de me escutar está sendo essencial....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou me descobrindo uma mulher digna de palmas ( me senti rsrs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-2674056717964991567?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/2674056717964991567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=2674056717964991567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/2674056717964991567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/2674056717964991567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/proposta-indecente.html' title='DESA-bafo'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_zBK073FcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aRGrv8KzQbc/s72-c/soprowk7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-1785260280404450093</id><published>2008-04-04T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:14:01.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEM NOSSAUM'/><title type='text'>SEM NOSSAUM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_YzpE73FYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tth69Mj_oQ0/s1600-h/sem-nossaum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_YzpE73FYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tth69Mj_oQ0/s400/sem-nossaum.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185388801756173698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALVE, SALVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramb@!!Ontem o SEM NOSSAUM entrou no ar!!! Que felicidade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sem Nossaum é um programa idealizado por Jairo ( um amigo de Brasília). O piloto foi gravado no ENECOM- &lt;a href="www.enecos.org.br"&gt;Encontro Nacional de Estudante de Comunicação Social&lt;/a&gt; ( nem sabíamos que aquilo era piloto rs) em 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a idéia de comprovar que qualquer pessoa pode fazer rádio e de forma simples o SEM NOSSAUM entrou no ar  e  faz a diferença. Um programa com muito humor, não lineare sem hora pra começar nem pra terminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apresentado por Jairo, eu de ousada e outros estudantes, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dissonante.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"SEM NOSSAUM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tem seu público fiel como Kleber, Taninha,Danillos e Danilo( rs), Kurtinho,Gela, Nani entre outros. São pessoas de várias cidades, estados e até do mundo. O Sem Nossaum já foi ouvido na Espanha, Canadá e Japão( serio!!), todos podem participam enviando músicas, debatendo nos chat´s pelas janela do Messenger e até mesmo via Skype com participação ao vivo na rádio.É muito divertido, muitas idéias e opiniões enquanto o som rola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Programa   "Sem Nossaum" é tão bom, com temas livres e debates intensos sobre tudo o que se passa na sua cabeça e na de seu coleguinhos ( kk).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O "Sem Nossaum" vai ao ar a qualquer hora...Quer ouvir? Participar??? add o MSN do nosso Avatar do Sem Nossaum!!! Veiculado no Projeto de web-rádio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dissonante.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.dissonante.org/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O ouvinte além de enviar musicas pelo email: &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ouvindosemnossaum@gmail.com"&gt;ouvindosemnossaum@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; ( o mesmo é msn) pode mandar sua vinheta, seu programa, sua entrevista. No programa a única regra é NÃO TER REGRA, quem faz o programa é você!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como escreveu Taninha em seu blog "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só quem ouve o programa pode entender o clamor de um jovem abandonado por seu grande amor ("como é que vc pôde abandonar eu?") e que encontra nas noites de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quinta&lt;/span&gt; uma opção a mais para fugir da solidão. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;antes o programa entrava no ar todo quinta&lt;/span&gt; h&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oje o programa entra a qualquer hora.&lt;/span&gt;) Ou no mínimo fica sabendo de todas as festas ou de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;leilões beneficentes como o famoso "Leilão do Gela", algo que Jamile recomenda! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TÁ curioso??? Sem saber se é bom ou ruim??? Achou tudo uma doideira?? Pois é  SEM NOSSAUM!!! huahuahuahuhauhuahuahua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiba mais do Sem Nossaum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ouvindosemnossaum@gmail.com"&gt;ouvindosemnossaum@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ouvindosemnossaum@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/SEM%20NOSSAUM"&gt;skype:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ouvindosemnossaum@gmail.com"&gt; SEM NOSSAUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clique  e acesse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=10339947617792805744"&gt;orkut &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=38647185"&gt;Comunidade do Orkut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dissonante.org/"&gt;Link do programa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-1785260280404450093?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/1785260280404450093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=1785260280404450093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/1785260280404450093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/1785260280404450093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/04/sem-nossaum.html' title='SEM NOSSAUM!!'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_YzpE73FYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tth69Mj_oQ0/s72-c/sem-nossaum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092231553059614158.post-2452809876177180293</id><published>2008-03-31T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:53:02.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo tem inicio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_F4Fk73FTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/U0UGgmXLeXg/s1600-h/menter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_F4Fk73FTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/U0UGgmXLeXg/s200/menter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184056683289580850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pois é meu inicio...fico pensando..será que vou conseguir escrever aqui??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De forma direta e sem analisar?? colocar todos os meus pensamentos??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer do blog meu diário realmente?? Espero que sim. Vou me esforçar para tal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou no período muito difícil para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Medos, angustias,dores e falta reação..sei que preciso sair dessa inércia..mais estou fragil e não consigo levantar e  seguir adiante...Não tou conseguindo traçar metas, obejtivos, desenvolver o meu potencial...Espero  conseguir logo...ñ sou assim...e a minha falta de atitude me angustia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto por que tou escrevendo isso aqui..mais não sei...acho que ningué&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_F4jk73FVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fSnstk-_scA/s1600-h/O%2Bpoder%2Bda%2B%2BMente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_F4jk73FVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fSnstk-_scA/s200/O%2Bpoder%2Bda%2B%2BMente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184057198685656402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m vai ler mesmo...creio que  só eu vou me afundar nessa tela... e nem é pela questão de outras pessoas lerem isso aqui...é por mim mesmo..uma forma de desabafo e de me compreender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim...estou aqui e que eu seja bem vinda nesse experimento de me conhecer e de me desabafar... Aff que esquizofrênico isso aqui rsr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também se alguém ler não vai entender..pq vou escrevendo sem corrigir,sem ler, sem limites e poldas...enfim...vou vivendo...e aqui será um reflexo da minha mente..do meu eu que nem eu mesmo sei que existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é algo louco e inerente...quero ver seu eu vou conseguir escrever rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhoras e Senhores seja bem vindo ao meu Teatro Mágico!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092231553059614158-2452809876177180293?l=desabafopublico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/feeds/2452809876177180293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3092231553059614158&amp;postID=2452809876177180293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/2452809876177180293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092231553059614158/posts/default/2452809876177180293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafopublico.blogspot.com/2008/03/tudo-tem-inicio.html' title='Tudo tem inicio...'/><author><name>Jamile Barbosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/TNqmoXcRBiI/AAAAAAAAATg/XQfpG-sOYIY/S220/149975_168052393222791_100000540932826_464572_8158957_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3imbptxiNM/R_F4Fk73FTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/U0UGgmXLeXg/s72-c/menter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
