<?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-3776963801895007337</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:00.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* F i l o s o f i a *</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-6954433086121267267</id><published>2008-11-19T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:03:46.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRi6CAGbeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LBg_KpTDBzs/s1600-h/25_MVG_cult_chaplin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270446213039549922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRi6CAGbeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LBg_KpTDBzs/s400/25_MVG_cult_chaplin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A vida me ensinou...&lt;br /&gt;A dizer adeus às pessoas que amo,&lt;br /&gt;Sem tira-las do meu coração;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir às pessoas que não gostam de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Para mostra-las que sou diferente do que elas pensam;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer de conta que tudo está bem quando isso não é verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu possa acreditar que tudo vai mudar;&lt;br /&gt;Calar-me para ouvir;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender com meus erros .&lt;br /&gt;Afinal eu posso ser sempre melhor.&lt;br /&gt;A lutar contra as injustiças;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir quando o que mais desejo é gritar todas as minhas dores para o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;A ser forte quando os que amo estão com problemas;&lt;br /&gt;Ser carinhoso com todos que precisam do meu carinho;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir a todos que só precisam desabafar;&lt;br /&gt;Amar aos que me machucam ou querem fazer de mim depósito de suas frustrações e desafetos;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar incondicionalmente,&lt;br /&gt;Pois já precisei desse perdão;&lt;br /&gt;Amar incondicionalmente,&lt;br /&gt;Pois também preciso desse amor;&lt;br /&gt;A alegrar a quem precisa;&lt;br /&gt;A pedir perdão;&lt;br /&gt;A sonhar acordado;&lt;br /&gt;A acordar para a realidade (sempre que fosse necessário);&lt;br /&gt;A aproveitar cada instante de felicidade;&lt;br /&gt;A chorar de saudade sem vergonha de demonstrar;&lt;br /&gt;Me ensinou a ter olhos para "ver e ouvir estrelas", embora nem sempre consigo entendê-las;&lt;br /&gt;A ver o encanto do pôr-do-sol;&lt;br /&gt;A sentir a dor do adeus e do que se acaba, sempre lutando para preservar tudo o que é importante para a felicidade do meu ser;&lt;br /&gt;A abrir minhas janelas para o amor;&lt;br /&gt;A não temer o futuro;&lt;br /&gt;Me ensinou e esta me ensinando a aproveitar o presente, como um presente que da vida recebi, e usá-lo como um diamante que eu mesmo tenha que lapidar, lhe dando forma da maneira que eu escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-6954433086121267267?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/6954433086121267267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=6954433086121267267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/6954433086121267267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/6954433086121267267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-me-ensinou.html' title=''/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRi6CAGbeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LBg_KpTDBzs/s72-c/25_MVG_cult_chaplin3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-3778740960084272680</id><published>2008-11-19T10:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:56:33.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fale Mais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRhQwXZkII/AAAAAAAAAEw/J-tFtmyxmkM/s1600-h/01_chaplin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270444404419170434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRhQwXZkII/AAAAAAAAAEw/J-tFtmyxmkM/s400/01_chaplin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Preciso de Alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que olhe nos meus olhes quando falo.&lt;br /&gt;Que ouça as minhas tristezas e neuroses com paciência e, ainda que não compreenda, respeite os meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de alguém que venha brigar ao meu lado sem precisar ser convocado. Alguém amigo suficiente para dizer-me as verdades que não quero ouvir, mesmo sabendo que posso ficar irritado por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo de céticos, preciso de alguém que creia nessa coisa misteriosa, desacreditada, quase impossível: a amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Que teime em ser leal, simples e justo.&lt;br /&gt;Que não vá embora se algum dia eu perder meu ouro e não for mais a sensação da festa. Preciso de um amigo que receba com gratidão o meu auxilio, a minha mão estendida, mesmo que isto seja muito pouco para suas necessidades. Preciso de um amigo que também seja companheiro nas farras e pescarias, nas guerras e alegrias, e que no meio da tempestade, grite comigo: "Nós ainda vamos rir muito disso tudo..."E ria muito. Não pude escolher aqueles que me trouxeram ao mundo, mas posso escolher meus amigos. E nesse busca empenho a minha própria alma, pois com uma Amizade Verdadeira, a vida se torna mais simples, mais rica e mais bela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-3778740960084272680?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3778740960084272680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=3778740960084272680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3778740960084272680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3778740960084272680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/11/fale-mais.html' title='Fale Mais.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRhQwXZkII/AAAAAAAAAEw/J-tFtmyxmkM/s72-c/01_chaplin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-5059032573970721989</id><published>2008-11-19T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:54:50.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch. Ch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRguXSzivI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gXZTCGj0A4o/s1600-h/charles-chaplin-7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270443813573462770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRguXSzivI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gXZTCGj0A4o/s400/charles-chaplin-7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Cada pessoa que passa em nossa vida, passa sozinha, é porque cada pessoa é única e nenhuma substitui a outra. Cada pessoa que passa em nossa vida passa sozinha, e não nos deixa só, porque deixa um pouco de si e leva um pouquinho de nós. Essa é a mais bela responsabilidade da vida e a prova de que as pessoas não se encontram por acaso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-5059032573970721989?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/5059032573970721989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=5059032573970721989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/5059032573970721989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/5059032573970721989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/11/ch-ch.html' title='Ch. Ch.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRguXSzivI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gXZTCGj0A4o/s72-c/charles-chaplin-7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-2475762144798418461</id><published>2008-11-19T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:48:20.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSReqW4oARI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WUrYyyWstKA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270441545720922386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSReqW4oARI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WUrYyyWstKA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;" Eu vivo de olho na vitrine da moda e nas bugigangas pop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;" Na hora do naufrágio cada um vai pro seu lado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;" Sou o que sou sem mentiras para mim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;" Você esperando a resposta, olhando pro espaço. E eu tão ocupado vivendo. eu não me pergunto eu faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-2475762144798418461?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2475762144798418461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=2475762144798418461' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/2475762144798418461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/2475762144798418461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/11/moda.html' title='Moda.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSReqW4oARI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WUrYyyWstKA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-4779811682086202341</id><published>2008-11-19T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:38:57.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venço o cansasso e o medo do futuro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRb_Bp1GlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YidqNw02bI4/s1600-h/ist2_1057834_skull_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270438602264091218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRb_Bp1GlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YidqNw02bI4/s400/ist2_1057834_skull_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Que o mel é doce, é coisa que eu me nego a afirmar. Mas que parece doce, isso eu afirmo plenamente".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Protágoras dizia: " O que é doce para alguns pode ser amargo para os demais" - É uma questão de opinião.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" A morte talvez seje o segredo desta vida "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" Vida e morte, esse tema assalta todo pensador"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" O caminho da vida é a morte"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" Vida, alguma coisa acontece; morte alguma coisa pode acontecer"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"É natural se preocupar com a morte"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" Vida e Morte são dois grandes problemas do homem."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O homem fica cada vez mais longe da lucidez e da razão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-4779811682086202341?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/4779811682086202341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=4779811682086202341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/4779811682086202341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/4779811682086202341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/11/veno-o-cansasso-e-o-medo-do-futuro.html' title='Venço o cansasso e o medo do futuro.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRb_Bp1GlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YidqNw02bI4/s72-c/ist2_1057834_skull_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-6079410470463389508</id><published>2008-06-12T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:22:32.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se pede implora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFHzwlUyImI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SYnJxiVYXcA/s1600-h/raulseixascarica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211214259822928482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFHzwlUyImI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SYnJxiVYXcA/s400/raulseixascarica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas Frases de Raul:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;" O que me importa esse instante é esse não me importar constante"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Basta ser sincero e desejar profundo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Não quero mais saber de amar, nem quero mais lembrar do que passei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Do passado me esqueci, no presente me perdi, se me chamarem diga que eu sai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Se eu aconteço se deve ao fato de eu simplesmente ser"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Vida algma coisa acontece; morte, alguma coisa pode aconteçer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"O amor so dura em liberdade, o ciúme é só vaidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Eles só irão entender o que eu falei no esperado dia do eclipse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"A guerra é produto da paz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-6079410470463389508?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/6079410470463389508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=6079410470463389508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/6079410470463389508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/6079410470463389508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/se-pede-implora.html' title='Se pede implora.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFHzwlUyImI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SYnJxiVYXcA/s72-c/raulseixascarica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-3598892822718298334</id><published>2008-06-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:11:45.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raulzito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFHwyXtsrhI/AAAAAAAAADs/CWDJY0mMHrI/s1600-h/Raul-Melhor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211210991994187282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 486px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" height="280" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFHwyXtsrhI/AAAAAAAAADs/CWDJY0mMHrI/s400/Raul-Melhor.jpg" width="652" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou o que sou sem mentiras pra mim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você quer chegar, me aceite assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois o fato é que eu sou e não vou negar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém precisa de fazer nenhuma coisa que não tenha vontade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-3598892822718298334?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3598892822718298334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=3598892822718298334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3598892822718298334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3598892822718298334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/raulzito.html' title='Raulzito'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFHwyXtsrhI/AAAAAAAAADs/CWDJY0mMHrI/s72-c/Raul-Melhor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-3589923419798080415</id><published>2008-06-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:58:50.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicuri é o diabo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFHfHKISEMI/AAAAAAAAADk/SbbfLjdkZLI/s1600-h/sss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211191557915545794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFHfHKISEMI/AAAAAAAAADk/SbbfLjdkZLI/s400/sss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Encantado com Parmênides, o inaugurador da lógica e da metafísica, Raul passou a se preocupar com a essência das caoias e a abominar as aparências:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Agora é noite na sua existência, cuja essência perdeu o lugar. Talvez esteja aí pelos cantos, mas tá esuro pra poder encontrar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Parmênides-&lt;/span&gt; Estranharia o fato de Raul viver se mirando num espelho de bolso, feito um Narcisio. No fundo não eram os cabelos desgrenhados que o preocupavam, Raul buscava no espelho sua essência: eu sou alguma coisa e alguma coisa não pode se trasnformar derrepente do nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parmênides não pensava diferente:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;" Uma coisa não pode ser outra coisa e muito menos seu contrário"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O ódio não é real é a ausênica do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-3589923419798080415?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3589923419798080415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=3589923419798080415' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3589923419798080415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3589923419798080415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/nicuri-o-diabo.html' title='Nicuri é o diabo.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFHfHKISEMI/AAAAAAAAADk/SbbfLjdkZLI/s72-c/sss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-8324016002240215269</id><published>2008-06-12T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:07:24.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouro de Tolo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFGOLOGYg-I/AAAAAAAAADc/QRNkfzZq9zw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211102567258948578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFGOLOGYg-I/AAAAAAAAADc/QRNkfzZq9zw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;''Eu é que não me sento num trono de um apartamento com a boca escancarada cheia de dentes esperando a morte chegar.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=DGT27mw8HlA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&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/3776963801895007337-8324016002240215269?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/8324016002240215269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=8324016002240215269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/8324016002240215269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/8324016002240215269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/ouro-de-tolo.html' title='Ouro de Tolo.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFGOLOGYg-I/AAAAAAAAADc/QRNkfzZq9zw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-3305913256304975499</id><published>2008-06-12T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:57:05.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c849b288e00ab800" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc849b288e00ab800%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8579C2DC396EC82FEEBF4732A7B41A096C219B03.538EEC4760B8ECB75045EB301CDD8D51E4EEC331%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc849b288e00ab800%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFomPNc7X4dZdJ0Pcf1JCKZaN75Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc849b288e00ab800%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8579C2DC396EC82FEEBF4732A7B41A096C219B03.538EEC4760B8ECB75045EB301CDD8D51E4EEC331%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc849b288e00ab800%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFomPNc7X4dZdJ0Pcf1JCKZaN75Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O Jogo Sagrado Do Amor, Love is Magick, no final sempre deixava Raul de baixo astral, Quando ele ficava assim n'ao achava nada engraçado!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Macaco, praia, carro, jornal, tobogã, eu acho tudo isso um saco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No bar seu humor melhorava. tornava-se eloquente. Sabia que podia falar qualquer coisa? os bebados sempre escutam. Mesmo quando não estão entendendo nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-3305913256304975499?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c849b288e00ab800&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3305913256304975499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=3305913256304975499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3305913256304975499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3305913256304975499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-jogo-sagrado-do-amor-love-is-magick.html' title=''/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-2999481246863772370</id><published>2008-06-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:57:49.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazendo o que o Diabo Gosta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFGElAsg-GI/AAAAAAAAADU/svsk7Ww8MPQ/s1600-h/sasa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211092015221110882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFGElAsg-GI/AAAAAAAAADU/svsk7Ww8MPQ/s400/sasa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quanto mais sábio o homem mais próximo de Deus. Raul nunca duvidou da existência de um ser supremo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Deus é aquilo que me faltava para eu compreender o que eu não compreendo”&lt;br /&gt;Apesar disso, flertava com o sagrado e o profano ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“A história mostra que a gente agrada a Deus fazendo o que o Diabo gosta”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagrado é tudo o que enaltece a vida. O profano a ameaça. Logo, a vida é sagrada e a morte é profana. Raul se orientava o tempo inteiro por esse duo eterno: vida e morte, luz e trevas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;''Não existe nenhum Deus senão o homem''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirado em Pitágoras, Raul fez a seguinte declaração:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'' Eu já passei por todas as religiões, filosofias, políticas em luta, aos 11 anos de idade já desconfiava da verdade absoluta''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-2999481246863772370?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2999481246863772370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=2999481246863772370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/2999481246863772370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/2999481246863772370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/fazendo-o-que-o-diabo-gosta.html' title='Fazendo o que o Diabo Gosta.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFGElAsg-GI/AAAAAAAAADU/svsk7Ww8MPQ/s72-c/sasa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-480787158443529944</id><published>2008-06-12T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:14:40.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macho vs. Fêmea ♀♂</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFGBt8fDcoI/AAAAAAAAADM/ATZVxDgnqas/s1600-h/Mulheres%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211088870174847618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFGBt8fDcoI/AAAAAAAAADM/ATZVxDgnqas/s400/Mulheres%25202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; “Toda matéria tem forma e aspira forma, como a fêmea deseja o macho. Pois o que encarna e representa a forma acabada de cada espécie é o macho, não a fêmea, que, por conseguinte, é só um macho imperfeito.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;      Raul adorava filosofia, mas era mouco aos apelos de Aristóteles. Ficava feliz quando podia fazer uma mulher mexer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;         “Eu quero ver você pedir. Querendo mais quando acabar, Que quero é ver você sentir vontade de me machucar. Dizendo que sim, que eu faço e aconteço o dia inteiro. Eu quero ver você mexer”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-480787158443529944?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/480787158443529944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=480787158443529944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/480787158443529944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/480787158443529944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/macho-vs-fmea.html' title='Macho vs. Fêmea ♀♂'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFGBt8fDcoI/AAAAAAAAADM/ATZVxDgnqas/s72-c/Mulheres%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-3040992359080968169</id><published>2008-06-12T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:42:20.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu sangue é seu vinho. Sua carne, meu corpo. Não vão me esgotar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFF4obtNJKI/AAAAAAAAADE/eRbjoLglvTc/s1600-h/0,,11264899-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211078879871837346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFF4obtNJKI/AAAAAAAAADE/eRbjoLglvTc/s400/0,,11264899-EX,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dionísio encantava Raul, pela disposição para o sexo e o desejo da embriaguez. Alexandre Magno era fã do deus do vinho pelo mesmo motivo. Aristóteles teve trabalho dobrado para conter os desejos de Alexandre, o Grande, por conta do tamanho da ferramenta que diziam possuir e de seu fogo incontrolável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Alexandre, nas batalhas, seguia o exemplo de Aquiles, o mais célebre herói da mitologia grega; na cama, o exemplo era o bárbaro Sardanapalo. Um dos mistérios do 7 é o calcanhar-de-aquiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;" A civilização se tornou tão complicada, ficou tão frágil como um computador. Se uma criança descobrir o calcanhar-de-aquiles, com um só palito pára o motor" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Filho da deusa Tétis e de Peleu, neto de Zeus, Aquiles se tornou imortal ao ser megulhado de cabeça no Estige, o rio dos Infernos. A deusa o mergulhou segurando pelo calcanhar. Essa ficou sendo a única parte vunerável do herói. Mesmo sabendo dos poderes do sétimo filho, Tétis o superprotegia. Quando estourou a guerra de Tróia, o convenceu a viver trvestido entre as filhas do rei de Ciros. Aquiles se transformou em Pirra, a primeira travesti da história. Pirra, seu nome de guerra, significa ruiva... Apolo tinha ciúmes de suas peformances, Aquiles, como todos os deuses e heróis que raul admirava , encantava as mulheres cantando, tocando e dançando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ao engravidar uma das filhas do rei , foi desmascarado e convocado para a guerra. Durante nove anos colecionou vitórias contra os troianos. A guerra estava próxima do final quando se desentendeu com o chefe do exército, Agamêmnon, por causa de uma cativa, Briseida. Sem Aquiles, os gregos amargaram derrotas, o herói só voltou a lutar quando o amigo insparável, Pátroclo, foi assassinado pelo irmão de Páris, Heitor. Vingou a morte do amigo, mas morreu ao receber uma flechada de páris no calcanhar. A flecha foi guiada por Apolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Aristóteles educava Alexanfre com histórias como a de Aquiles e de Sardanapalo. Aquiles teve uma morte gloriosa. era belo, corajoso, fiel, sensível e sem vícios. Violento com inimigos no campo de batalha, com os amigos uma moça, sensível e dócil. Sardanapalo era um antigo rei bárbaro, em cujo epitáfio se lia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;" Eu, o rei da grande Nínive, virei cinzas. Tudo o que possuo agora são comilanças, bebedeiras e orgias que gozei durante toda a minha vida. Todo o resto não vale isto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Uma piada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Raul acrescentou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Agora sofro as atitudes que tomei por acreditar em verdades ignorantes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Aristóteles usava Sardanapalo para mostrar a Alexandre o que era um comportamento barbaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Uma absurda estupidez pretender gozar, morto, de coisas que, vivo, proporcionam apenas um prazer passageiro"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Como todo conquistador, do Dom Juan, Alexandre queria provar esse prazer passageiro usando sua ferramenta divina. Morreu cheio de vinho, no colo de um eunuco, porque Aristoteles, seu suprego, nao admitia um meio-termo entre Aquiles e Sardanapalo, entre a formiga e a cigarra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Raul, no fundo sabia que seu ideal encontrava-se no meio do caminho entre Aquiles e Sardanapalo e Alexandre. Tinha um bom conceito do mestre Aristoteles, mas preferia seguir, como o barbaro, os desejos do macho, pois desde que o homem descobriu o caminho, ele quem deseja a Femea e n'ao ao contrario, como pregava Aristoteles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-3040992359080968169?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3040992359080968169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=3040992359080968169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3040992359080968169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3040992359080968169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/meu-sangue-seu-vinho-sua-carne-meu.html' title='Meu sangue é seu vinho. Sua carne, meu corpo. Não vão me esgotar.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFF4obtNJKI/AAAAAAAAADE/eRbjoLglvTc/s72-c/0,,11264899-EX,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-3123198779510536139</id><published>2008-06-12T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:25:24.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Destino é a gente que faz. Quem daz o destino é a gente, na mnte de quem for capaz."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFF1LhZP2nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S1OW1N8my6g/s1600-h/HomeroApoteoseIngresJocondem503604_94de60201_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211075084647651954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFF1LhZP2nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S1OW1N8my6g/s400/HomeroApoteoseIngresJocondem503604_94de60201_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;     A Apoteose de Homero - Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres, 1827 Musée du Louvre (Paris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Homero falava para a nobreza qye vivia nos campos de batalha em busca da glória. O que realmente impostava aos jovens daquela época era a guerra, o rapto de Helena foi só um detalhe. Era preferível o risco de viver pouco, mas viver como um herói, a viver uma vida longa sem graça e sem glória, como formigas na lavoura".&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Acabam sem guerra, os mortais, sem glórias  de mártir ferido"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A população do campo não compreendia essa mensagem. Hisíodo traduziu Homero para o povo. As lutas dos nobres nos campos de batalha transformaram-se nas lutas dos camponeses, na luta pela sobrevivência, na luta pelo pão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-3123198779510536139?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3123198779510536139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=3123198779510536139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3123198779510536139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/3123198779510536139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/destino-gente-que-faz-quem-daz-o.html' title='&quot;Destino é a gente que faz. Quem daz o destino é a gente, na mnte de quem for capaz.&quot;'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SFF1LhZP2nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S1OW1N8my6g/s72-c/HomeroApoteoseIngresJocondem503604_94de60201_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-2176264009955564252</id><published>2008-06-01T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:33:08.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SELiiIv7WmI/AAAAAAAAACs/zDD18piAWWQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206973195285650018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SELiiIv7WmI/AAAAAAAAACs/zDD18piAWWQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sonho que se sonha só é só um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Mais sonho que se sonha junto é realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelúdio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-26cfc37dfd1b61a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26cfc37dfd1b61a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD62F7AF30C66A3E0A28A1372A40AFA1A46C4E26.5F5CA08BBAA07B602F0375EB43A8DCF573D8FF73%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26cfc37dfd1b61a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8UYNkSMS7zJSfDx8a_AqMba0f7g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26cfc37dfd1b61a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD62F7AF30C66A3E0A28A1372A40AFA1A46C4E26.5F5CA08BBAA07B602F0375EB43A8DCF573D8FF73%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26cfc37dfd1b61a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8UYNkSMS7zJSfDx8a_AqMba0f7g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-2176264009955564252?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=26cfc37dfd1b61a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2176264009955564252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=2176264009955564252' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/2176264009955564252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/2176264009955564252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SELiiIv7WmI/AAAAAAAAACs/zDD18piAWWQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-9210365039591135469</id><published>2008-06-01T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:55:27.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É tudo Free (y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEJbaYv7WlI/AAAAAAAAACk/VDOMTmZh4RU/s1600-h/xzxz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206824628071914066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEJbaYv7WlI/AAAAAAAAACk/VDOMTmZh4RU/s400/xzxz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEJUVYv7WkI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mgvy_UlJTk8/s1600-h/xzxz.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ditadura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descartes assemelhava-se ao medo de Raul. A ditadura da sua época, a Igreja católica, era em muitos aspectos pior que o Exécito, que expulsou Raul de casa. Descartes viu Galileu escapar da fogueira, mas pegar prisão perpétua por afimar que a terra não era o centro do universo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;decartes adorava o calor, o sol, a luz. Mas não estava disposto a caminhar para o fogo como fez Empédocles, atirando-se no vulcão Etna. O italiano desconhecia a história de Tétis, mãe de Aquiles, que atirou os seis primeiros filhos no fogo, na tentativa de torna-lós imortais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raul achava um erro enfrentar o medo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;" Ou eu luto com o medo ou ele me vence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando pressionado, Raul não fez diferente. Com os militares nos seus calcanhares, pediu guarida no país de Edith. E foi tocar com jerry Lee Lews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Adeus Brasil. Quando Edith perguntava sobre sua casa ele respondia: -Está pra Alugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O exílio se mostrava pior que a castração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"O tempo passa, eu tô ficando velho. Andam brincando com a vida da gente. Direito eu tenho mais anda escondido. Tá ficando quente".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aluga-se - Raul Seixas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A solução pro nosso povo eu vou dar Negócio bom assim ninguém nunca viu Tá tudo pronto aqui é só vir pegar A solução é alugar o Brasil! Nós não vamos pagar nada Nós não vamos pagar nada É tudo free,Tá na hora agora é free,vamo embora Dar lugar pros gringo entrar Esse imóvel tá pra alugar Os estrangeiros, eu sei que eles vão gostar Tem o Atlântico, tem vista pro mar A Amazônia é o jardim do quintal E o dólar deles paga o nosso mingau Nós não vamos pagar nada Nós não vamos pagar nada É tudo free,Tá na hora agora é free,vamo embora Dar lugar pros gringo entrar Esse imóvel tá pra alugar Nós não vamos pagar nada Nós não vamos pagar nada Agora é free Tá na hora agora é free,vamo embora Dar lugar pros gringo entrar Esse imóvel tá pra alugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a9ff60a7b4b95d5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a9ff60a7b4b95d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C5481FCEFCA1508E97E28F54006600FE1A8C501.401D7FC3C783881469B24F7F23C5CBAC0E2D97DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a9ff60a7b4b95d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx8zYPVMGUBmgug2ioPxhdaIG_nA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a9ff60a7b4b95d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C5481FCEFCA1508E97E28F54006600FE1A8C501.401D7FC3C783881469B24F7F23C5CBAC0E2D97DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a9ff60a7b4b95d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx8zYPVMGUBmgug2ioPxhdaIG_nA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-9210365039591135469?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/9210365039591135469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=9210365039591135469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/9210365039591135469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/9210365039591135469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/tudo-free-y.html' title='É tudo Free (y)'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEJbaYv7WlI/AAAAAAAAACk/VDOMTmZh4RU/s72-c/xzxz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-116638461646991855</id><published>2008-05-31T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:51:49.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não tem Perigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEJJTIv7WjI/AAAAAAAAACU/AxSoeBGaw40/s1600-h/paulo-raul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206804712308562482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEJJTIv7WjI/AAAAAAAAACU/AxSoeBGaw40/s400/paulo-raul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Cuidado sábio senhor. O prato mais caro do melhor banquete é o que se come cabeça de gente que pensa, e os canibais de cabeç descobrem aqueles que pensam quem pensa, pensa melhor parado"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;# Platão:&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; (428-347 antes de Cristo), discípulo de Sócrates, conta que o Julgamento foi uma armação de politicos vaidosos, incapazes de reconheçer que Sócrates declarava sem nenhum constragimento: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Só sei que nada sei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Raul seguia o mesmo raciocínio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Sou feliz por não saber que só sei que não sei, e quem sabe não fala, não diz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um sábio, quando diz que nada sabe, não faz pra confundir, mas pra expressar a necessidade do saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sócrates era um destruidor de certezas. Encurralava seus interlocutores de tal forma que acabavam concluindo que nada sabiam. Como esse talk show ra feito em praça pública, na Ágora, o cidadão ficava exposto ao ridículo, ou, se fosse humilde, poderia sair fortalecido, com o seu saber reconstruído. raul não corria esse risco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Num vim aqui querendo provar nada.  nada pra dizer também. ´Só vim curtir meu rockzinho antigo, que num tem perigo de assustar ninguém!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Lei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-98305b65ceb2220f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98305b65ceb2220f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22862AFC93B7C3E8F809C7C980774F1B872BF009.6229ECE5020262F3C003F6F1B87E16E60EC67FFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98305b65ceb2220f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DltG976IPPNETrLMA5xb92kJ7TrI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98305b65ceb2220f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22862AFC93B7C3E8F809C7C980774F1B872BF009.6229ECE5020262F3C003F6F1B87E16E60EC67FFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98305b65ceb2220f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DltG976IPPNETrLMA5xb92kJ7TrI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-116638461646991855?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=98305b65ceb2220f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/116638461646991855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=116638461646991855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/116638461646991855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/116638461646991855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/g-r-e-g-o-s-raul-nunca-foi-um-radical.html' title='Não tem Perigo.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEJJTIv7WjI/AAAAAAAAACU/AxSoeBGaw40/s72-c/paulo-raul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-4757511426247823663</id><published>2008-05-31T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:23:30.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Das Aranha.  (y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;# &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIxDIv7WhI/AAAAAAAAACE/zFICYdwBrpA/s1600-h/zxzxz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206778049151588882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIxDIv7WhI/AAAAAAAAACE/zFICYdwBrpA/s400/zxzxz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Raul nunca foi um radical, mas uma coisa o incomodava:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ver duas mulher botando aranhas para brigar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O incomodava e o excitava. Chegava a fazer loucuras para ver as aranhas da vizinhaça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Subi no muro do quintal e vi uma coisa que não é normal e ninguém vai acreditar, eu vi duas mulheres botanto as aranha pra brigar... Soltei a cobra e ela foi direto para o meio das aranhas para mostrar como que é certo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Raul não se confortmava com o Bissexualismo dos gregos. por mais que lesse a respeito, não se convencia do amor à grega. O amor nobre que unia mestres e discíplos, professores e alunos. Esse amor, a pederastia, era visto como uma relação pedagógica ( &lt;em&gt;a raiz de pederastia e de pedagogia é a mesma, paidos, que em grego significa menino&lt;/em&gt;). Antes de Cristo não havia culpa, pecado, o conceito de sexualidade não existia. O grego tinha a mulher para criar ( os casamentos eram arranjados) as hetairas, companheiras de banquete, para se divertirem, e os homens para amar. Raul não simpatizava, mas tolerava os homossexuais, desde que não se metessem com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rock das Aranhas &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36c62e30054bdd07" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36c62e30054bdd07%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4526F4E332DE772CDDF0D3047F334BF4B73B3D30.835294C18A5BB77AF351306D7998F5529A8F550B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36c62e30054bdd07%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7ZwqwZYYeooTBMxTsR4K15-hpC0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36c62e30054bdd07%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4526F4E332DE772CDDF0D3047F334BF4B73B3D30.835294C18A5BB77AF351306D7998F5529A8F550B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36c62e30054bdd07%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7ZwqwZYYeooTBMxTsR4K15-hpC0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-4757511426247823663?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36c62e30054bdd07&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/4757511426247823663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=4757511426247823663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/4757511426247823663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/4757511426247823663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/rock-das-aranha-y.html' title='Rock Das Aranha.  (y)'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIxDIv7WhI/AAAAAAAAACE/zFICYdwBrpA/s72-c/zxzxz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-5459840316316904888</id><published>2008-05-31T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:07:42.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2eb7d27a9987192" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2eb7d27a9987192%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D271052DEE11B4A23B04587614F3E15671022AAD9.498F40590784E6EA6A5D6ACBAFE68647C6A30D92%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2eb7d27a9987192%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkV0UzCbVe1dSUTJ_ckMJls4oZ6k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2eb7d27a9987192%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D271052DEE11B4A23B04587614F3E15671022AAD9.498F40590784E6EA6A5D6ACBAFE68647C6A30D92%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2eb7d27a9987192%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkV0UzCbVe1dSUTJ_ckMJls4oZ6k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Música pra vc's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Metamorfose Ambulante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-5459840316316904888?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2eb7d27a9987192&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/5459840316316904888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=5459840316316904888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/5459840316316904888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/5459840316316904888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/msica-pra-vcs.html' title=''/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-4445377371205981827</id><published>2008-05-31T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:00:50.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIQwIv7WeI/AAAAAAAAABk/RLGT6p-t7xc/s1600-h/carimbador_maluco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206742538361985506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIQwIv7WeI/AAAAAAAAABk/RLGT6p-t7xc/s400/carimbador_maluco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Metamorfoses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu prefiro ser essa metamorfose ambulante"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião formada sobre tudo"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu quero dizer agora o oposto do que eu disse antes"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um metáfora aonde vemos dúvida mais ao mesmo tempo trasnpareçe certeza.&lt;/p&gt;É chato chega a um objetivo num instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-4445377371205981827?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/4445377371205981827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=4445377371205981827' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/4445377371205981827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/4445377371205981827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/metamorfoses-eu-prefiro-ser-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIQwIv7WeI/AAAAAAAAABk/RLGT6p-t7xc/s72-c/carimbador_maluco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-8981594337790066699</id><published>2008-05-31T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:22:52.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIH6ov7WaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4e9VuBfi_wg/s1600-h/hermafro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206732823145961890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIH6ov7WaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4e9VuBfi_wg/s400/hermafro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hermafrodito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; O filho de Hermes e Afrodite&lt;br /&gt;Afrodite, deusa do amor e da beleza, presidia, nas palavras de Hesíodo, �conversas e truques infantis: doces transportes, abraços e carícias�. Nasciam flores onde pisasse e pardais e pombas voavam à sua volta. Fascinava até os deuses mais experimentados e muitas vezes colocava a tentação no caminho do próprio Zeus, fazendo-o esquecer sua esposa-irmã Hera.&lt;br /&gt;Hermes, filho de Zeus e mensageiro aos mortais, protetor dos rebanhos e dos gados, dos ladrões e dos malandros, guardião dos viajantes, patrono do comércio, dos oradores e dos escritores.&lt;br /&gt;A união deste dois deuses olímpicos resultou em um ser de esplêndida beleza ao qual foi dado o nome de Hermafrodito.&lt;br /&gt;Criado pelas ninfas na floresta de Ida, na Frígia começou a correr mundo aos 15 anos. Chegando à beira de um lago, Salmácis, uma ninfa, viu-se perdidamente apaixonada por ele. O inocente Hermafrodito rechaça suas investidas. Ela se esconde e, quando ele se despe para banhar-se nas águas do lago, ela o agarra, prendendo-se a ele. Ele tenta se livrar, mas Salmácis pede aos deuses que seus dois corpos não sejam nunca mais separados, no que é prontamente atendida.&lt;br /&gt;Em Metamorfoses, de Ovídio, lê-se: �seus corpos são misturados e já não são dois, mais um único aspecto (...) já não são dois seres e, todavia, participam de uma única natureza; e sem que se possa dizer que é uma mulher nem uma criança, o aspecto não é nem de um, nem de outro, ao mesmo tempo em que é dos dois�.&lt;br /&gt;Surge, então, um novo ser de natureza dupla. É o retorno do andrógino primitivo quando, após muitas vicissitudes, intercâmbios e transformações entre os dois sexos, o ideal de união das duas metades é finalmente realizado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-8981594337790066699?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/8981594337790066699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=8981594337790066699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/8981594337790066699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/8981594337790066699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/hermafrodito-o-filho-de-hermes-e.html' title=''/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIH6ov7WaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4e9VuBfi_wg/s72-c/hermafro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-4625977522790781063</id><published>2008-05-31T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:19:04.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIAY4v7WXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/km7PV_cBeQI/s1600-h/raul2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206724546743982450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIAY4v7WXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/km7PV_cBeQI/s400/raul2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A Maçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esse amor ficar entre nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser tão pobre amor, vai se gastar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te amo e tu me amas&lt;br /&gt;E um amor a dois profana&lt;br /&gt;O amor de todos os mortais&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem gosta de maçã&lt;br /&gt;Irá gostar de todas&lt;br /&gt;Porque todas são iguais&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te amo e tu me amas&lt;br /&gt;E outro vem quando tu chamas&lt;br /&gt;Como poderei te condenar&lt;br /&gt;Infinita tua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Como podes ficar presa&lt;br /&gt;Que nem santa no altar&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te escolhi para morar junto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ser tua alma, ter seu corpo, tudo enfim&lt;br /&gt;Mas compreendi que além de dois existem mais&lt;br /&gt;O amor só dura em liberdade&lt;br /&gt;O ciúme é só vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Sofro mas eu vou te libertar&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu quero se eu te privo&lt;br /&gt;Do que eu mais venero&lt;br /&gt;Que é a beleza de deitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tentando Filosofar:   x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O belo deus, tendo nos braços a deusa da beleza, desejou o filho perfeito, o mais belo do Olimpio. Hermes morria de ciúme de um dos filhos de Afrodite com Ares, Eros, o deus do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a roubar o arco e flechas do Cupido com a intenção de flechar Afrodite , mas não funcionou. As flechas só davam resultado quando Eros as lançava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que triste a sorte minha, fui me apaixonar por alguém que tinha um brilho estranho no olhar"&lt;br /&gt;Paranóia II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermes exultava prazer. Com Afrodite nos braços, poderia fazer um filho superior a Eros. A deusa da beleza, no entanto, não via graça na brincadeira ( quando um deus não vê graça na sua criação, possibilidade de erro prevalece).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando agente ama, é cego e não reclama"&lt;br /&gt;Dick Glasser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afrodite não se envolveu como Hermes almejava, não e entregou ao prazer, fez o que fez sob protesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Vc só vai ter o respeito que quer na realidade no dia que vc souber respeitar a minha vontade"&lt;br /&gt;Sapato 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As conseqüêcias foram funestas e ficaram evidentes quando o rebento nasceu. A criança surpreendeu a todos. Tinha pênis e vagina. A parteira não soube informar se era menino ou menina. Ao avô Zeus disse tratar-se de um ser ambíguo metade Hermes, metade Afordite. Zeus achou o pequeno o deus completo, perfeito, e o chamou de Hermafrodite em homenagem aos pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O comportamento de Hermes mostrou a Raul o equívoco de pensar como Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206731358562113938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIGlYv7WZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/msEjgEBvQAE/s400/wk-Locriplacargila.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afrodite e Hermes em carruagem puxada por Eros e Psiquê, possivelmente. Placa de argila pintada de Locri, Magna Graecia. Data: c. -460. Reggio Di Calabria, Museo Nazionale Archeologico. Foto: "AlMare", 2002.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-4625977522790781063?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/4625977522790781063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=4625977522790781063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/4625977522790781063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/4625977522790781063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/ma-se-esse-amor-ficar-entre-ns-dois-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEIAY4v7WXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/km7PV_cBeQI/s72-c/raul2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776963801895007337.post-5721764351394084858</id><published>2008-05-31T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:54:47.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia/ Idéia inicial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEHzJ4v7WUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EXMQ7nl0IUE/s1600-h/illustratordomal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206709995394783554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEHzJ4v7WUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EXMQ7nl0IUE/s400/illustratordomal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                Tudo que fazemos no nosso dia-a-dia, pensamos em fazer antes de fazer, e sempre temos que ter uma ideia inicial... e sempre tentamos realiza-lás se elas forem boas, a principio neste Blog pretendo falar sobre músicas de Raul Seixas com Base no Livro de Mário Lucena (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raul Seixas, Filosofias políticas e Lutas&lt;/span&gt;) Que aborda a análise de músicas do Raul com os fatos mitologicos, do grande Olímpio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E enfim, espero que saia algo bom em torno disso, e não esquecendo a ideia inicial, de:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;Filosofia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;Sociologia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;Artes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;Entre Vários Outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Qual o objetivo Disso? Não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Só sei que nada sei, e quanto mais penso que sei, não sei de nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776963801895007337-5721764351394084858?l=raphasophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/feeds/5721764351394084858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776963801895007337&amp;postID=5721764351394084858' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/5721764351394084858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776963801895007337/posts/default/5721764351394084858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raphasophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/filosofia-idia-inicial.html' title='Filosofia/ Idéia inicial.'/><author><name>rapha_sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495027816015008653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SSRZDtcDHRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2oAs6HjpPks/S220/Cuma+(55).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4twovWYhEnM/SEHzJ4v7WUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EXMQ7nl0IUE/s72-c/illustratordomal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
