<?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-33920457</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:11:26.646-07:00</updated><category term='sintra'/><category term='Ponte San Donato (venicedailyphoto)'/><category term='luc besson'/><category term='paris'/><category term='lisboa'/><category term='adele blanc-sec'/><category term='portugal'/><title type='text'>Partout</title><subtitle type='html'>gostaria de compartilhar um pouco do muito que vejo,gosto ou mesmo, desejo. Coisas simples,complexas,belas aos olhos de alguns e nen tanto aos de outros. Tudo isto se encontra em qualquer lugar,lugar algun e mesmo em todos os lugares,daí a escolha do nome, partout.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-1640716407356366319</id><published>2010-05-10T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:29:37.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sintra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisboa'/><title type='text'>Portugal para iniciantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-ik05sNh3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Pbl-YN84Wg4/s1600/LISBOA_PRA_A_DO_COMERCIO_VISTA_DO_TEJO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-ik05sNh3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Pbl-YN84Wg4/s320/LISBOA_PRA_A_DO_COMERCIO_VISTA_DO_TEJO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469802976187877234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Assim como já dizia o poeta, “navegar é preciso...” Façamos então como um dia fizeram os Portugueses ao atravessarem o oceano descobrindo o Brasil, façamos, pois o caminho inverso para descobrir uma terra encantadora, de paisagens inesquecíveis e pessoas acolhedoras. Portugal reserva ao turista de primeira viagem por terras estrangeiras várias vantagens, principalmente para nós Brasileiros. Quem é que já não pensou em visitar outros países, mas pela barreira da língua acabou desistindo da idéia? Portugal tem esta vantagem, mesmo com várias diferenças nós falamos a mesma língua, então não vai ser difícil se virar pela terra do fado e das delícias culinárias.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Por ser um país de pequenas dimensões é perfeitamente possível visitar várias partes de Portugal de uma só vez, mas deixe um pouco de lado a vontade de ver tudo e aproveite para conhecer bem, poucas coisas de cada vez.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Comece pela capital Lisboa, seu ponto de chegada, que faz jus a capital européia que é, e explore suas múltiplas facetas, a cidade antiga e moderna tem muito a oferecer. Perca-se pelos labirintos de ruas admirando a arquitetura típica portuguesa, aproveite seus vários cafés e restaurantes, não volte sem ter experimentado o pastel de Belém e um belo bacalhau. Se você acha pouco ficar só em Lisboa, aproveite para conhecer também Sintra antigo balneário dos nobres portugueses que fica bem pertinho da capital. A cidade é cheia de história e lugares charmosos além de ter várias lindas praias e não deixe de visitar o palácio nacional de Sintra. Só mais uma dica, antes de viajar compre um bom guia e leia todo tipo de informação possível, isto vai ajudar a tornar sua viagem perfeita, comece pelo site oficial de turismo português e boa viagem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-1640716407356366319?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.visitportugal.com' title='Portugal para iniciantes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/1640716407356366319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=1640716407356366319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/1640716407356366319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/1640716407356366319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2010/05/portugal-para-iniciantes.html' title='Portugal para iniciantes'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-ik05sNh3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Pbl-YN84Wg4/s72-c/LISBOA_PRA_A_DO_COMERCIO_VISTA_DO_TEJO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-3068766239580163066</id><published>2010-05-05T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:37:55.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luc besson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adele blanc-sec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>Le nouveau film de Luc Besson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-Icr0cFIAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lqwNaZIckbg/s1600/les_aventures_extrodinaires_d27adele_blanc-sec_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-Icr0cFIAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lqwNaZIckbg/s320/les_aventures_extrodinaires_d27adele_blanc-sec_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467964436717576194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IcrYMNC7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/oSlVYqdjdOY/s1600/1900_paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IcrYMNC7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/oSlVYqdjdOY/s320/1900_paris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467964429134793650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IcrBEhrWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/B_h2XRcRFrQ/s1600/exposition-universelle-1900.1246099371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IcrBEhrWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/B_h2XRcRFrQ/s320/exposition-universelle-1900.1246099371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467964422928575842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Confesso que estou morrendo de saudades da cidade luz e um dia desses fiquei mais ainda quando vi o trailer do filme “Les aventures extraordinaires d’Adèle Blanc-sec”(As extraordinárias aventuras de Adèle Blanc-sec) uma personagem de um desenhista franco-belga Tardi que foi transformado em filme por Luc Besson. O filme mostra Paris na belle époque e está cheio de aventuras e mistérios a &lt;st1:personname productid="La Indiana Jones." st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="La Indiana" st="on"&gt;La Indiana&lt;/st1:personname&gt; Jones.&lt;/st1:personname&gt; Pena que no Brasil deve demorar bastante pra chegar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Mas falemos então desta Paris descrita no filme de Besson. A belle epoque foi aquele período de forte efervescência cultural e boêmia, Paris dos cabarés,dos espetáculos da vida noturna intensa. Hoje em dia podemos ainda visitar esta paris principalmente no quartier de Montmarte com seu famoso moulin Rouge e também o quartier de l’opera e nos resta imaginar todo glamour da época a elegância das pessoas. Então assista o trailer e em sua próxima viagem visite esta Paris perdida um pouco no tempo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/33920457-3068766239580163066?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=851783662b5715f8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/3068766239580163066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=3068766239580163066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/3068766239580163066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/3068766239580163066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2010/05/le-nouveau-fild-de-luc-besson.html' title='Le nouveau film de Luc Besson'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-Icr0cFIAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lqwNaZIckbg/s72-c/les_aventures_extrodinaires_d27adele_blanc-sec_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-5681122349014605639</id><published>2009-12-17T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:49:48.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SypFALjSCDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e2fKRSBmSX4/s1600-h/cc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416217371269531698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SypFALjSCDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e2fKRSBmSX4/s320/cc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tal juntar viagem e gastronomia? Ótima idéia, não acham? Ando pensando em Londres já faz algum tempo, deve ser a saudade dessa ilha única. Atravessar o canal da mancha, seja da forma que for, é uma experiência extraordinária, pessoalmente ainda prefiro os ferries, ver o mar, o cheiro da maresia me encanta, mas nada contra a comodidade do eurostar.&lt;br /&gt;Londres é sem dúvida alguma, a capital das capitas, que me perdoe New York,mas Londres tem coisas que não se encontra em nenhum outro lugar. Camden Town, Portobelo Road, Highghate e o British Museum? Perco-me naquelas salas, sonho com Egito,Grécia, China e Europa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que tal ousar em Londres? Combina muito com a cidade. Não há nenhum outro lugar mais cheio de contrastes, o velho e o novo convivendo juntos e harmonicamente, o moderno e o aristocrático o punk e o clássico e não me digam que isto existe em Nova York, porque definitivamente, não existe, não da mesma forma.&lt;br /&gt;Vá à Londres e permita-se uma extravagância ao menos ,e aí vai minha sugestão: M-E-l-T chocolaterie, sei que Londres não é e nunca foi famosa pelos chocolates mas confie em min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meltchocolates.com/"&gt;http://www.meltchocolates.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-5681122349014605639?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/5681122349014605639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=5681122349014605639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5681122349014605639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5681122349014605639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-tal-juntar-viagem-e-gastronomia.html' title=''/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SypFALjSCDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e2fKRSBmSX4/s72-c/cc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-7606099044353432988</id><published>2009-12-17T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:42:45.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon cher Claude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SypDUjVXMZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5tnSM3Dwff0/s1600-h/gg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416215522227728786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SypDUjVXMZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5tnSM3Dwff0/s320/gg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giverny é uma comuna francesa na região da Alta Normandia no departamento do Eure, vilarejo de menos de 600 habitantes, onde se encontra a casa e os belos jardins de Claude Monet. Pra quem está em Paris e quer experimentar os sabores do interior da França, é um passeio imperdível. Recomendo fazer o trajeto de Paris à Vernon de trem e de lá até Giverny de bicicleta, ótima experiência.&lt;br /&gt;De trem :&lt;br /&gt;A estação de Vernon situa-se na linha Paris / Rouen / Le Havre com partida da gare Saint-Lazare em Paris. Os trens mais rápidos fazem o trajeto Paris-Vernon em menos de 45 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="giverny"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para ir de Vernon à Giverny&lt;br /&gt;Você pode tomar um taxi, ir de van ou alugar uma bicicleta em Vernon. A pé se gasta mais ou menos uma hora da estação até a Fundação Monet (7 km)&lt;br /&gt;Você pode alugar uma bicicleta:&lt;br /&gt;Nos dois cafés em frente a estação de Vernon : - "Bar-Restaurant du Chemin de Fer" 1 place de la Gare, Vernon33 (0)2 32 21 16 01Café "Les Amis de Monet" place de la Gare ,Vernon33 (0)2 32 51 55 16&lt;br /&gt;Para ir a Giverny de bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;Descer a Rua d'Albufera e atravessar a ponte sobre o Sena (a ciclovia fica na calçada da ponte). Passar pela rotatória à direita, mas sem seguir as indicações para os carros, virar na primeira rua à direita depois primeira à esquerda. A ciclovia que dá acesso a Giverny se encontra a alguns metros a direita, e o melhor, 5 km praticamente planos seguindo o traçado da antiga estrada de ferro.&lt;br /&gt;O ingresso na Fundação Monet custa entre 3,50 e 6,00 euros.&lt;br /&gt;Mais informações no site: &lt;a href="http://www.fondation-monet.fr/"&gt;http://www.fondation-monet.fr/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage!&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/33920457-7606099044353432988?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/7606099044353432988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=7606099044353432988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/7606099044353432988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/7606099044353432988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/12/mon-cher-claude.html' title='Mon cher Claude...'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SypDUjVXMZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5tnSM3Dwff0/s72-c/gg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-876931973289379205</id><published>2009-11-06T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:31:30.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London My dear!</title><content type='html'>Londres é sem dúvida a capital do mundo civilizado, que me perdoem os adoradores de new york, adoro a big apple também mas em londres ha o mundo que surgiu antes da america ser descoberta, e isto faz toda a diferença. Londres sabe ser cosmopolita e interiorana ao mesmo tempo, em londres o velho e o moderno convivem. Vá a londres e perca-se e assim vc se encontrará&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-876931973289379205?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/876931973289379205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=876931973289379205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/876931973289379205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/876931973289379205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/11/london-my-dear.html' title='London My dear!'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-1202330793953592382</id><published>2009-05-06T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:07:13.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diptyque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SgGZDtY1zdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Aur-E_HgGjI/s1600-h/Diptyque_Candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332711722785820114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SgGZDtY1zdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Aur-E_HgGjI/s320/Diptyque_Candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SgGZDSKlwwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EH1HY9H2RrY/s1600-h/diptyque-729423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332711715478291202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SgGZDSKlwwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EH1HY9H2RrY/s320/diptyque-729423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para poucos e bons como todas as coisas boas na vida, este maître parfumer parisien, artisan depuis des siècles, desculpe pelo francês, mas as vezes não resisto, existe desde muito tempo. Fragancias exclusivas e diferente de tudo que há no mercado francês já bastante interesante. Não somete perfumes mas velas perfumadas que trazem para a casa fragancias de sonho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/33920457-1202330793953592382?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.diptyqueparis.com/' title='Diptyque'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/1202330793953592382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=1202330793953592382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/1202330793953592382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/1202330793953592382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/05/diptyque.html' title='Diptyque'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SgGZDtY1zdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Aur-E_HgGjI/s72-c/Diptyque_Candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-7275763345555394630</id><published>2009-03-21T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:04:55.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marc Jacobs x Louis Vuitton x Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScV_xo3yRlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WvNBQ75_91I/s1600-h/alg_luisvuitton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315795425942455890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScV_xo3yRlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WvNBQ75_91I/s320/alg_luisvuitton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A recente campanha da Louis Vuitton comandada por marc Jacobs usa como setting um antigo bistrot de Paris e o glamour de Madonna. tudo muito cara de fin de siécle,meio decadente mas cheio de vibe. Well, see for yourself. Visitem o site da marca &lt;a href="http://www.louisvuitton.com/"&gt;http://www.louisvuitton.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-7275763345555394630?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/7275763345555394630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=7275763345555394630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/7275763345555394630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/7275763345555394630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/03/marc-jacobs-x-louis-vuitton-x-madonna.html' title='Marc Jacobs x Louis Vuitton x Madonna'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScV_xo3yRlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WvNBQ75_91I/s72-c/alg_luisvuitton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-7572006572470767668</id><published>2009-03-21T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:07:38.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponte San Donato (venicedailyphoto)'/><title type='text'>Daily photo blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScU6shy68II/AAAAAAAAAE4/0e8oQa9MPkY/s1600-h/muranopont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315719471841341570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScU6shy68II/AAAAAAAAAE4/0e8oQa9MPkY/s320/muranopont.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei ao certo como começou a mania de criar um blog com fotos de um determinado lugar, postadas uma por dia, daí o nome, mas o primeiro que descobri e continuo acompanhado sempre é o de Paris &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parisdailyphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.parisdailyphoto.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; alguns deles tem coisas que vão além das informações corriqueiras e dá pra conhecer muito dos lugares ou relembrar deles. Dê uma olhada também no de Veneza, as fotos são belissímas como a da postagem.www.venicedailyphoto.blogspot.com.&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/33920457-7572006572470767668?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/7572006572470767668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=7572006572470767668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/7572006572470767668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/7572006572470767668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/03/daily-photo-blogs.html' title='Daily photo blogs'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScU6shy68II/AAAAAAAAAE4/0e8oQa9MPkY/s72-c/muranopont.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-832081942668246252</id><published>2009-03-20T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:24:15.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScRBtAouqeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/K_0A1_4HHEc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315445701724776930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScRBtAouqeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/K_0A1_4HHEc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pourquoi il y a de temps en temps quelq'un que a des airs de genie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-832081942668246252?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/832081942668246252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=832081942668246252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/832081942668246252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/832081942668246252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-vinci.html' title='Da Vinci'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScRBtAouqeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/K_0A1_4HHEc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-2243226696407107658</id><published>2009-03-20T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:10:30.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Culturel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScQ_swIPBAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gef_I4Snc6o/s1600-h/affportind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315443498270262274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScQ_swIPBAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gef_I4Snc6o/s320/affportind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Um dos museus mais fascinantes da cidade luz é sem dúvida um pequeno hotel privé na rue Varrene près des envalides e do musée de l'armée. O Musée Rodin guarda as obras primas do mestre da escultura francêsa e tambem de sua amante e aluna camille Claudel, ambos gênios da escultura, revelados através de diversas obras expostas nas belas salas do Hôtel Biron. E ainda tem os jardins onde pode-se contemplar as grandiosas obras de Rodin como, o pensador e os burgueses de Calais em meio a natureza&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/33920457-2243226696407107658?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/2243226696407107658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=2243226696407107658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/2243226696407107658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/2243226696407107658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/03/paris-culturel.html' title='Paris Culturel'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScQ_swIPBAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gef_I4Snc6o/s72-c/affportind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-664510872165071476</id><published>2009-03-20T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:02:03.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lição de elegancia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScQ7DY3OySI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qISOKem4Chk/s1600-h/edict-tom-ford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315438389603780898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScQ7DY3OySI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qISOKem4Chk/s320/edict-tom-ford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;outono inverno chegando no hemisfério sul, frio de algns dias apenas, mas dá pra sonhar com alguns looks de termometro abaixo de zero. Quem sabe pra próxima viagem ao uruguai,que dizem estar cada vez mais chique. Tom Ford é o nome do momento, ar masculino que ha muito tempo não se via, austeridade elegante na dose certa ser cair na cilada do overdressed. Alfaiataria de primeira classe, e se encomendado em Nova York nova loja na Madison avenue (veja video) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH9S1Fkx4k0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH9S1Fkx4k0&lt;/a&gt; fica com ares de aventura first class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-664510872165071476?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH9S1Fkx4k0' title='Lição de elegancia'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/664510872165071476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=664510872165071476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/664510872165071476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/664510872165071476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/03/licao-de-elegancia.html' title='Lição de elegancia'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScQ7DY3OySI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qISOKem4Chk/s72-c/edict-tom-ford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-312301388979140320</id><published>2009-02-05T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:33:26.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur Rimbaud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScWHRCZJZFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KMjqKB1oX9E/s1600-h/rimbaud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315803661950608466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScWHRCZJZFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KMjqKB1oX9E/s320/rimbaud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SYtuS0svN7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/skk_EvTrwxE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensation&lt;br /&gt;Par les soirs bleus d'été, j'irai dans les sentiers,Picoté par les blés, fouler l'herbe menue :Rêveur, j'en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien :Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'âme,Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,Par la Nature, - heureux comme avec une femme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-312301388979140320?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/312301388979140320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=312301388979140320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/312301388979140320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/312301388979140320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/02/le-bateau-ivre.html' title='Arthur Rimbaud'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/ScWHRCZJZFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KMjqKB1oX9E/s72-c/rimbaud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-147029999662605953</id><published>2009-02-05T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:49:45.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L fontaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SYts_AZ4FGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zE1e8V96cXk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299449216227611746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SYts_AZ4FGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zE1e8V96cXk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le Petit Poisson et le Pêcheur&lt;br /&gt;Petit poisson deviendra grand, Pourvu que Dieu lui prête vie. Mais le lâcher en attendant, Je tiens pour moi que c’est folie ;5 Car de le rattraper il n’est pas trop certain. Un Carpeau qui n’était encore que Fretin Fut pris par un Pêcheur au bord d’une rivière. « Tout fait nombre, dit l’homme en voyant son butin ; Voilà commencement de chère et de festin ;10 Mettons-le en notre gibecière. » Le pauvre Carpillon lui dit à sa manière : « Que ferez-vous de moi ? Je ne saurais fournir Au plus qu’une demi-bouchée. Laissez-moi Carpe devenir :15 Je serai par vous repêchée. Quelque gros Partisan m’achètera bien cher : Au lieu qu’il vous en faut chercher Peut-être encor cent de ma taille Pour faire un plat. Quel plat ? croyez-moi, rien qui vaille.20— Rien qui vaille eh bien soit, repartit le Pêcheur ; Poisson mon bel ami, qui faites le Prêcheur, Vous irez dans la poêle ; et vous avez beau dire ; Dès ce soir on vous fera frire. » Un tiens vaut, ce dit-on, mieux que deux tu l’auras,25 L’un est sûr, l’autre ne l’est pas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-147029999662605953?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_de_La_Fontaine' title='L fontaine'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/147029999662605953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=147029999662605953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/147029999662605953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/147029999662605953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-fontaine.html' title='L fontaine'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SYts_AZ4FGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zE1e8V96cXk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-3369614875342345693</id><published>2009-02-05T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:19:32.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The curious case Of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SYtln_pa9xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yVJE395WvJ4/s1600-h/02kehr_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299441124305991442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SYtln_pa9xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yVJE395WvJ4/s320/02kehr_600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há vidas que parecem começar no final, outras, como normalmente é esperando se iniciam ,obviamemente, no início, mas Benjamin vem mostrar que mesmo com as diferentes direções que a vida nos leva, uns vivendo rápido demais, outros na sua vagareza rotineira, a gente inevitavelmente se encontra num certo ponto, e são estes encontros que fazem a vida valer a pena. it's never too late or too early to start something, the point is, we should start otherwise there won't be any encounters happening in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-3369614875342345693?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.benjaminbutton.com/upgrade_flash.html' title='The curious case Of Benjamin Button'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/3369614875342345693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=3369614875342345693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/3369614875342345693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/3369614875342345693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/02/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='The curious case Of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SYtln_pa9xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yVJE395WvJ4/s72-c/02kehr_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-8129637418893788162</id><published>2009-02-05T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:08:49.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour Tristesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SYtjWRHFDOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zmJ8ZdrPydE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299438620732886242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SYtjWRHFDOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zmJ8ZdrPydE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-8129637418893788162?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonjour_tristesse' title='Bonjour Tristesse'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/8129637418893788162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=8129637418893788162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/8129637418893788162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/8129637418893788162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonjour-tristesse.html' title='Bonjour Tristesse'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SYtjWRHFDOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zmJ8ZdrPydE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-375408119085034090</id><published>2008-09-13T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:14:35.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escritos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMxXO35dETI/AAAAAAAAABw/1NovINRIJ7M/s1600-h/Canova_Le_Baiser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245663579014500658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMxXO35dETI/AAAAAAAAABw/1NovINRIJ7M/s320/Canova_Le_Baiser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes escrevo coisas que ficam guardadas por muito tempo, e não é que de repente a gente as encontra, as vezes parecem pior que quando foram concebidas, outras simplesmente significam um pouco mais. È bem verdade que algumas não deveriam sequer serem encontradas, mas eis que num desses acasos me aparece esta que devo ter escrito ha mais de 2 anos gosto dela, não sei se tem qualidade ou se agradará alguém mais. tirem voces mesmos suas conclusões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toma-me em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;E não me deixes fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu insista.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E não permita que eu&lt;br /&gt;Temeroso desvie meus olhos dos teus.&lt;br /&gt;Cole sua boca à minha&lt;br /&gt;E exija que eu me abra&lt;br /&gt;E mostre também minha&lt;br /&gt;Língua, que junto a sua&lt;br /&gt;Sugará de ti o ímpeto&lt;br /&gt;De querer-te sem pudores&lt;br /&gt;Descaradamente livre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-375408119085034090?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/375408119085034090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=375408119085034090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/375408119085034090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/375408119085034090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2008/09/escritos.html' title='Escritos'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMxXO35dETI/AAAAAAAAABw/1NovINRIJ7M/s72-c/Canova_Le_Baiser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-5183823495859418802</id><published>2008-09-06T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:21:09.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMM6efguGFI/AAAAAAAAABo/xcZqe9bmweM/s1600-h/vermeer_view_of_delft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243098686718613586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMM6efguGFI/AAAAAAAAABo/xcZqe9bmweM/s320/vermeer_view_of_delft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arte ao mais elevado grau, discordam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-5183823495859418802?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/5183823495859418802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=5183823495859418802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5183823495859418802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5183823495859418802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2008/09/arte-ao-mais-elevado-grau-discordam.html' title=''/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMM6efguGFI/AAAAAAAAABo/xcZqe9bmweM/s72-c/vermeer_view_of_delft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-2906485172932964312</id><published>2008-09-05T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:25:35.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMHSaR1u5JI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xz4yNFIiKkM/s1600-h/hubr-butte-montmartre-nuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242702790143173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMHSaR1u5JI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xz4yNFIiKkM/s320/hubr-butte-montmartre-nuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Bohéme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je vous parle d'un temps&lt;br /&gt;Que les moins de vingt ans&lt;br /&gt;Ne peuvent pas connaître&lt;br /&gt;Montmartre en ce temps-là&lt;br /&gt;Accrochait ses lilas&lt;br /&gt;Jusque sous nos fenêtres&lt;br /&gt;Et si l'humble garni&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous servait de nid&lt;br /&gt;Ne payait pas de mine&lt;br /&gt;C'est là qu'on s'est connu&lt;br /&gt;Moi qui criait famine&lt;br /&gt;Et toi qui posais nue&lt;br /&gt;La bohème, la bohème&lt;br /&gt;Ça voulait dire on est heureux&lt;br /&gt;La bohème, la bohème&lt;br /&gt;Nous ne mangions qu'un jour sur deux&lt;br /&gt;Dans les cafés voisins&lt;br /&gt;Nous étions quelques-uns&lt;br /&gt;Qui attendions la gloire&lt;br /&gt;Et bien que miséreux&lt;br /&gt;Avec le ventre creux&lt;br /&gt;Nous ne cessions d'y croire&lt;br /&gt;Et quand quelque bistro&lt;br /&gt;Contre un bon repas chaud&lt;br /&gt;Nous prenait une toile&lt;br /&gt;Nous récitions des vers&lt;br /&gt;Groupés autour du poêle&lt;br /&gt;En oubliant l'hiver&lt;br /&gt;La bohème, la bohème&lt;br /&gt;Ça voulait dire tu es jolie&lt;br /&gt;La bohème, la bohème&lt;br /&gt;Et nous avions tous du génie&lt;br /&gt;Souvent il m'arrivait&lt;br /&gt;Devant mon chevalet&lt;br /&gt;De passer des nuits blanches&lt;br /&gt;Retouchant le dessin&lt;br /&gt;De la ligne d'un sein&lt;br /&gt;Du galbe d'une hanche&lt;br /&gt;Et ce n'est qu'au matin&lt;br /&gt;Qu'on s'assayait enfin&lt;br /&gt;Devant un café-crème&lt;br /&gt;Epuisés mais ravis&lt;br /&gt;Fallait-il que l'on s'aime&lt;br /&gt;Et qu'on aime la vie&lt;br /&gt;La bohème, la bohème&lt;br /&gt;Ça voulait dire on a vingt ans&lt;br /&gt;La bohème, la bohème&lt;br /&gt;Et nous vivions de l'air du temps&lt;br /&gt;Quand au hasard des jours&lt;br /&gt;Je m'en vais faire un tour&lt;br /&gt;A mon ancienne adresse&lt;br /&gt;Je ne reconnais plus&lt;br /&gt;Ni les murs, ni les rues&lt;br /&gt;Qui ont vu ma jeunesse&lt;br /&gt;En haut d'un escalier&lt;br /&gt;Je cherche l'atelier&lt;br /&gt;Dont plus rien ne subsiste&lt;br /&gt;Dans son nouveau décor&lt;br /&gt;Montmartre semble triste&lt;br /&gt;Et les lilas sont morts&lt;br /&gt;La bohème, la bohème&lt;br /&gt;On était jeunes, on était fous&lt;br /&gt;La bohème, la bohème&lt;br /&gt;Ça ne veut plus rien dire du tout. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-2906485172932964312?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/2906485172932964312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=2906485172932964312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/2906485172932964312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/2906485172932964312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-bohme-je-vous-parle-dun-temps-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMHSaR1u5JI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xz4yNFIiKkM/s72-c/hubr-butte-montmartre-nuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-5612099522018414724</id><published>2008-09-05T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:33:44.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amélie Nothomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMHPzfi6wzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PeL1_UZN8gI/s1600-h/ame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242699924784202546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMHPzfi6wzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PeL1_UZN8gI/s320/ame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMHPzvKxfwI/AAAAAAAAABY/QSJmC2pqdmY/s1600-h/ameli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242699928977899266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMHPzvKxfwI/AAAAAAAAABY/QSJmC2pqdmY/s320/ameli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Devolvi hoje um livro dessa autora que tomei emprestado de uma amiga, já havia lido "stupeur et tremblements" e achado bem estranho uma ocidental mostrando como é a vida no japão, o preconceito e a dura hierarquia. Já desta vez li "Attentat" e mais uma vez achei um pouco estranho a estória. gosto da forma com que ela escreve num tom intimista, como quem confidencia algo, mas o sentimento de estranhamento ficou mais latente, acho que devo ler mais alguma coisa antes de tirar conclusões&lt;/span&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/33920457-5612099522018414724?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/5612099522018414724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=5612099522018414724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5612099522018414724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5612099522018414724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2008/09/amlie-nothomb.html' title='Amélie Nothomb'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/SMHPzfi6wzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PeL1_UZN8gI/s72-c/ame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-5911163300117057108</id><published>2008-04-10T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:13.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/R_59aHE2NEI/AAAAAAAAABI/LXCvNCol8-o/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/R_59aHE2NEI/AAAAAAAAABI/LXCvNCol8-o/s320/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187721708306838594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I´m getting closer and I can almost feel the warmth of your breath. In some minutes I´ll make your breathing even more difficult, but do not worry you´ll enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-5911163300117057108?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/5911163300117057108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=5911163300117057108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5911163300117057108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5911163300117057108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2008/04/kiss-me.html' title='Kiss me'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/R_59aHE2NEI/AAAAAAAAABI/LXCvNCol8-o/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-536580040046485904</id><published>2008-04-03T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:44:36.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anges et démons</title><content type='html'>Acho que sou uma das ultimas pessoas a lerem este livro. Li o código Da Vince, e como gosto muito do estilo mistério, principalmente envolvendo arte e religião me fascinava a cada página. Agora estou absorto percorrendo as ruas de Roma me imaginando no meio de tanta beleza, acho que Dan Brown está sendo um ótimo tour guide, espero poder voltar a Roma e refazer todos aqueles caminhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-536580040046485904?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/536580040046485904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=536580040046485904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/536580040046485904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/536580040046485904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2008/04/anges-et-dmons.html' title='Anges et démons'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-209297029764970654</id><published>2008-03-16T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:14.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/R92ZpyWHlWI/AAAAAAAAABA/M7LhYVIQjLM/s1600-h/amy%2520winehouse%252001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178464089714169186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/R92ZpyWHlWI/AAAAAAAAABA/M7LhYVIQjLM/s320/amy%2520winehouse%252001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He walks away,The sun goes down,He takes the day but I'm grown And in your way,In this blue shade My tears dry on their own." Amy Winehouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Achei muito bonito o título desta canção da cantora inglesa que tem feito tanto sucesso quanto causado polêmica em torno de sua figura as vezes meio alheia ao que se passa consigo. Uma mistura de poesia triste e belo ao mesmo tempo, o título evoca as vezes que precisamos nos fazer fortes e continuar. Lágrimas que secam sozinhas deixam marcas bem mais profundas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-209297029764970654?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/209297029764970654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=209297029764970654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/209297029764970654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/209297029764970654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-walks-awaythe-sun-goes-downhe-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/R92ZpyWHlWI/AAAAAAAAABA/M7LhYVIQjLM/s72-c/amy%2520winehouse%252001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-2666690571383823872</id><published>2007-10-31T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:14.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L´hiver me manque...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/R0CcxZA_rnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FwsTd2nKH_Y/s1600-h/42-16453860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134275947544948338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/R0CcxZA_rnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FwsTd2nKH_Y/s320/42-16453860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os dias ultimamente têm sido de um calor insuportável, nem mesmo uma brisa que nos alente po alguns instantes e dê coragem pra continuar o dia. Tenho pensado com certa frequencia nas delícias de um inverno que chega, nos preparando a alma através do outono com suas cores douradas pelo sol já pálido, prenuncio dos dias preguiçosos que virão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-2666690571383823872?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/2666690571383823872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=2666690571383823872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/2666690571383823872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/2666690571383823872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2007/10/lhiver-me-manque.html' title='L´hiver me manque...'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/R0CcxZA_rnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FwsTd2nKH_Y/s72-c/42-16453860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-5815487532707403155</id><published>2007-03-16T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:15.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La môme Piaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/Rfr1s7y40VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qcilMvFsDLA/s1600-h/16507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/Rfr1s7y40VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qcilMvFsDLA/s320/16507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042612885108871506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/Rfr1tLy40WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sdT-FNeedR0/s1600-h/6849_250_167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/Rfr1tLy40WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sdT-FNeedR0/s320/6849_250_167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042612889403838818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ainda não tive a&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oportunidade de assistir ao filme e ao que tudo indica, dificilmente será exibido no Brasil, mas o pouco que já pude ver no trailer e também nas fotos pela internet parece muito bem realizado, e como a atriz que interpreta Piaf ficou parecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-5815487532707403155?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/5815487532707403155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=5815487532707403155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5815487532707403155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5815487532707403155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-mme-piaf.html' title='La môme Piaf'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/Rfr1s7y40VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qcilMvFsDLA/s72-c/16507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-6929827771550577255</id><published>2007-02-13T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:15.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C´est le Carnevale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/RdIu761-p5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/drB6XFXRYFM/s1600-h/70.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031135340669085586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/RdIu761-p5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/drB6XFXRYFM/s320/70.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sous les masques les gens se cachent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais il y a d´autres chauses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qu´il faut plus qu´unne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;belle masque pour en cacher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-6929827771550577255?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/6929827771550577255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=6929827771550577255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/6929827771550577255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/6929827771550577255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2007/02/cest-le-carnevale.html' title='C´est le Carnevale!'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/RdIu761-p5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/drB6XFXRYFM/s72-c/70.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-5543280760376651651</id><published>2007-02-13T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:15.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris la nuit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/RdIt361-p4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WjTgTICNJlA/s1600-h/Nuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031134172437981058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/RdIt361-p4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WjTgTICNJlA/s320/Nuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Être à Paris la nuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flânner les quais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sans personne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que vous crient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que le touche le bras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en demandant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monsieur, vous avez l´heure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sans s´appercevoir qu´il&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;est déjà minuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que tous te rêves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sont déjà perdus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sous le pont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mirabeau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;où la Seine ne coule plus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-5543280760376651651?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/5543280760376651651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=5543280760376651651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5543280760376651651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/5543280760376651651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2007/02/paris-la-nuit.html' title='Paris la nuit!'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/RdIt361-p4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WjTgTICNJlA/s72-c/Nuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-116171923519667212</id><published>2006-10-24T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:31:23.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris le 15 mai,2005.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/chan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aujourd´hui je suis sorti tôt le matin pour flaner entre les rues du 7ème. J´adore regarder les vitrines des antiquaires et voilá que j´ai trouvé une chose très interessant pour ma nouvelle maison, c´est un chandelier en cristal du XVII siécle, j´ai le déjà acheté et il est bien encaisé pour que je le puisse apporter au Brésil.&lt;br /&gt;J´ai aussi acheté deux tapis superbes,un Aubusson et un Perse ancien, tous les deux, bien sûr! Demain je retourne vers l´Alemagne, et en juillet je serrait à Lisbone en attendant maman.&lt;br /&gt;À bientôt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-116171923519667212?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/116171923519667212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=116171923519667212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116171923519667212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116171923519667212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/paris-le-15-mai2005.html' title='Paris le 15 mai,2005.'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-116171811523482210</id><published>2006-10-24T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:28:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop all the clocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/images.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/images.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,&lt;br /&gt;Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,&lt;br /&gt;Silence the pianos and with muffled drum&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead&lt;br /&gt;Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,&lt;br /&gt;Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,&lt;br /&gt;Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my North, my South, my East and West,&lt;br /&gt;My working week and my Sunday rest,&lt;br /&gt;My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;&lt;br /&gt;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.&lt;br /&gt;For nothing now can ever come to any good."&lt;br /&gt;W. H. Auden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-116171811523482210?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/116171811523482210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=116171811523482210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116171811523482210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116171811523482210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/stop-all-clocks.html' title='Stop all the clocks'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-116137921423515872</id><published>2006-10-20T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:20:14.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Simply to love you&lt;br /&gt;shall suffice today&lt;br /&gt;so let us leave the gift&lt;br /&gt;of its return&lt;br /&gt;until some later hand&lt;br /&gt;has shaped my clay&lt;br /&gt;over and over&lt;br /&gt;fitter for your name&lt;br /&gt;and if that secret hand&lt;br /&gt;should never learn a new perfection&lt;br /&gt;on the endless wheel&lt;br /&gt;ever my love&lt;br /&gt;must strengthen in the flame&lt;br /&gt;and make me true&lt;br /&gt;upon a rack of steel&lt;br /&gt;I shall not weary&lt;br /&gt;if you dare to say&lt;br /&gt;ages of life as swiftly shall begun&lt;br /&gt;as thumbling sands&lt;br /&gt;within the living glass&lt;br /&gt;oh promised you &lt;br /&gt;how could I curse the way&lt;br /&gt;or from the shadows&lt;br /&gt;to the shadows pass&lt;br /&gt;and not feel nearer sudden&lt;br /&gt;shafts of down"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-116137921423515872?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/116137921423515872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=116137921423515872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116137921423515872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116137921423515872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-116129210835497771</id><published>2006-10-19T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:08:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La lune ne vient pas d´Asie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/images.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/images.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lune vient de quelque part&lt;br /&gt;elle vient de nulle part&lt;br /&gt;peut être qu´elle vient de l´Indochine&lt;br /&gt;qui sait d´Algérie&lt;br /&gt;Mais je crois que la lune, elle&lt;br /&gt;Elle vient de partout&lt;br /&gt;Sourtout du ciel,et aussi de ton coeur, de ton âme et de ton sourire qui illumine mes nuits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-116129210835497771?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/116129210835497771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=116129210835497771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116129210835497771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116129210835497771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-lune-ne-vient-pas-dasie.html' title='La lune ne vient pas d´Asie'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-116120008048728260</id><published>2006-10-18T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:34:40.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rêve d´une vie</title><content type='html'>Je veux être heureux,&lt;br /&gt;Être heureux en paix,&lt;br /&gt;Être heureux de voir les&lt;br /&gt;jours qui passent&lt;br /&gt;et de pouvoir&lt;br /&gt;lheur dire bonjour&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve de te connaître&lt;br /&gt;Toi et aussi, tous les &lt;br /&gt;autres que te ressemblent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-116120008048728260?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/116120008048728260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=116120008048728260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116120008048728260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116120008048728260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/rve-dune-vie.html' title='Rêve d´une vie'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-116119971001348691</id><published>2006-10-18T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:28:30.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristan and Isolde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/photo_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/photo_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My face in thine eyes&lt;br /&gt;thine in my appears&lt;br /&gt;and true plain hearts&lt;br /&gt;do in the faces rest&lt;br /&gt;where can I find&lt;br /&gt;two better hemispheres&lt;br /&gt;without sharp north,&lt;br /&gt;without declining west?&lt;br /&gt;whatever dies&lt;br /&gt;was not mixed equally&lt;br /&gt;if our two loves be one&lt;br /&gt;and thou and I love so alike&lt;br /&gt;that none can slacken&lt;br /&gt;none can die."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-116119971001348691?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/116119971001348691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=116119971001348691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116119971001348691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116119971001348691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/tristan-and-isolde.html' title='Tristan and Isolde'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-116061028767448026</id><published>2006-10-11T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:44:47.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Place des Vosges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/Marais%20Place%20des%20Vosges%2037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/Marais%20Place%20des%20Vosges%2037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 1559, Henri II blessé dans un tournoi, fut emmené à l'Hôtel des Tournelles où il décéda. Catherine de Médicis décida pour cette raison de le détruire. Henri IV décide en 1605 de faire construire une place pour y installer, à l'origine, des manufactures de soie. Les travaux sont achevés en 1612. La place est composée de 36 pavillons (9 de chaque côté) dont le pavillon du Roi et le pavillon de la Reine construits les premiers. La place devient rapidement l'endroit à la mode et les gens de la Cour se font construire de somptueuses demeures dans le quartier du Marais.&lt;br /&gt;   D'abord baptisée Place Royale, elle prend le nom de Place des Vosges vers 1800 pour faire grâce au premier département ayant acquitté ses impôts.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Hugo résida près de 16 ans au n°6 de la place des Vosges où l'on peut visiter sa maison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pariserve.tm.fr/quartier/LeMarais/place-des-vosges.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-116061028767448026?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/116061028767448026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=116061028767448026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116061028767448026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116061028767448026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/place-des-vosges.html' title='Place des Vosges'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-116048701529456801</id><published>2006-10-10T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T06:30:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J´adore le poisson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/1045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTTE à LA BRETONNE &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Temps &lt;br /&gt;Préparation : 15 mn&lt;br /&gt;Cuisson : 55 mn&lt;br /&gt;Repos : 0 mn&lt;br /&gt;Total : 70 mn&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ingrédients &lt;br /&gt;1 kg de lotte environ&lt;br /&gt;250 g de crème&lt;br /&gt;1 sachet de court-bouillon&lt;br /&gt;50 g de beurre&lt;br /&gt;2 c. à s. de gruyère râpé&lt;br /&gt;sel, poivre, farine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ustensiles &lt;br /&gt;1 faitout&lt;br /&gt;1 plat à four&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Réalisation : &lt;br /&gt;Détaillez la queue de lotte en morceaux réguliers, retirez l'arête centrale chaque fois que vous le pouvez. Disposez le poisson dans un faitout où les morceaux se chevaucheront le moins possible. Saupoudrez avec le court-bouillon, mouillez à l'eau froide en recouvrant toutes les chairs, couvrez, mettez à feu vif. Dès que l'ébullition est atteinte, baissez le feu, laissez frissonner 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Sortez le poisson, égouttez-le, disposez-le dans le plat allant au four, ne le laissez pas refroidir. Passez le court-bouillon. Faites-le réduire d'un bon tiers. Avec le beurre et 2 cuillerées à soupe rases de farine, faites un roux blanc, mouillez avec un verre de court-bouillon réduit et toute la crème.&lt;br /&gt;Vous devez obtenir une sauce de la consistance d'une béchamel légère. Rectifiez l'assaisonnement après avoir goûté, au besoin ajoutez du court-bouillon.&lt;br /&gt;Débarrassez le poisson de l'eau qui aurait pu égoutter, couvrez-le de sauce, saupoudrez de gruyère râpé et mettez au four chaleur vive, 240° (8 au thermostat) pour faire dorer en chauffant en profondeur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-116048701529456801?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/116048701529456801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=116048701529456801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116048701529456801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116048701529456801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/jadore-le-poisson.html' title='J´adore le poisson!'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-116048668749789695</id><published>2006-10-10T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T06:24:47.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congadas de Catalão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/foto_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/foto_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desperto ainda um pouco atordoado pelo som que vem de toda a cidade, são batuques e chocalhos que parecem querem despertar a todos, chamando para o fato que aquelas pessoas existem, se fazem presentes em nossa comunidade, e o mais importante de tudo , não são mais escravos. Louvam a virgem do rosário e também o fato de serem negros e se orgulharem de sua raça, força, fé e devoção. Só mesmo muito força para fazer com que sobrevivessem à tantos anos de humilhações e privações. Hoje cantam e dançam, mas ainda não conseguiram tudo que merecem, será necessário ainda muita luta, e ainda bem serem eles tão fortes e resistentes, pois nos asseguram uma das mais belas demonstrações de cultura do estado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-116048668749789695?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/116048668749789695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=116048668749789695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116048668749789695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/116048668749789695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/congadas-de-catalo.html' title='Congadas de Catalão'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115990499441782800</id><published>2006-10-03T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:49:54.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be young forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/doriangray70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/doriangray70.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou lendo novamente, mas parece a primeira vez, belo texto, estória fascinante, experimentem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115990499441782800?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115990499441782800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115990499441782800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115990499441782800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115990499441782800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-be-young-forever.html' title='To be young forever'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115990459809222892</id><published>2006-10-03T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:43:18.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/images.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo dizia que por eu ter lido o livro antes, não gostaria tanto do filme, e aconteceu justamente o contrário. Acho que foi porque pelo fato de ter morado em Londres e Paris e conhecer quase todos os lugares do filme fiquei cada minuto mais interessado em rever no filme lugares que já havia visitado antes,Salvo Rosline chapel. O que mais me interessou além das locações, lógico,foi o clima de thriller dado a trama. Adoro Audrey Tautou desde que ela apareceu em Amelie Poulin, os demais atores tabém foram muito bem escolhidos. É claro que o espaço do filme foi insuficiente para colocar todos os detalhes do livro, então sugiro que façam os dois, leiam o livro e assistam o filme, várias vezes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115990459809222892?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115990459809222892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115990459809222892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115990459809222892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115990459809222892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/10/da-vinci-code.html' title='Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115887019106723123</id><published>2006-09-21T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T06:39:37.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debret - Um artista a serviço da corte portuguesa no Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/debret5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/debret5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/debret3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/debret3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/debret1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/debret1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115887019106723123?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115887019106723123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115887019106723123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115887019106723123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115887019106723123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/debret-um-artista-servio-da-corte.html' title='Debret - Um artista a serviço da corte portuguesa no Brasil'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115886933277091003</id><published>2006-09-21T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T05:47:43.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notre dame de Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/notre-dame-de-paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/notre-dame-de-paris.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J´ai posé mes yeux sûr sa robe de gitane&lt;br /&gt;à quoi me sert encore de prier Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lucifer, oh laisse moi bien qu´une fois&lt;br /&gt;glisser mes doits sur les cheveux d´Esmeralda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115886933277091003?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115886933277091003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115886933277091003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115886933277091003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115886933277091003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/notre-dame-de-paris.html' title='Notre dame de Paris'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115886812451257227</id><published>2006-09-21T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:48:44.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crème Brûlée</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La crème brûlée peut être aromatisée de toutes sortes de parfums : zeste de citron, extrait de café, liqueurs diverses, essence de fleur d’oranger ou d’amande, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrédients pour 6 personnes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 oeufs et 8 jaunes d’oeufs&lt;br /&gt;160 g de sucre en poudre&lt;br /&gt;2 cuil. à café de vanille liquide&lt;br /&gt;80 cl de crème fleurette&lt;br /&gt;75 g de cassonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Préparation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mélangez, soigneusement, les oeufs entiers avec les jaunes, le sucre et la vanille sans faire mousser votre mélange&lt;br /&gt;Ajoutez peu à peu la crème fleurette&lt;br /&gt;Versez votre préparation dans un plat à gratin ou dans des ramequins et faites cuire votre crème, à 130° C, pendant 40 min&lt;br /&gt;Laissez refroidir  dans le four entrouvert, puis placez au réfrigérateur et laissez reposer environ 12 heures&lt;br /&gt;Juste avant de servir, saupoudrez la crème froide de cassonade et faites-la caraméliser sous le gril du four, en la surveillant constamment : le caramel doit roussir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115886812451257227?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115886812451257227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115886812451257227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115886812451257227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115886812451257227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/crme-brle.html' title='Crème Brûlée'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115877875223520183</id><published>2006-09-20T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:59:12.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>British breakfast tea</title><content type='html'>Acordei meio sem jeito já eram quase sete e meia de uma manhã meio preguiçosa em Londres,mais ou menos sete passos e estou no banheiro de carpete azul com um cheiro de lavanda que me deixa ainda com mais vontade de voltar pra cama. Do banheiro mesmo ouço Gerry que arruma a mesa pro café, os mesmos sons de todos os dias, a louça branca que toca a mesa, as pequenas colheres de prata que se encostam. Lavo o rosto e o sono vai desaparecendo aos poucos, volto ao quarto e me bastam alguns minutos apenas pra que eu me troque,desça e vá até a cozinha. Quando chego tenho sempre a mesma visão, a mesa posta com capricho, Syd que lê o jornal na salina após a cozinha, Gerry a cuidar do jardin. E com os mesmos gestos de sempre, vou até a chaleira elétrica, me sivo de água na temperatura certa, coloco um sachet de chá inglês, depois de bem temperado, basta uma nuvem de leite frio, ideal pra começar bem mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115877875223520183?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115877875223520183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115877875223520183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115877875223520183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115877875223520183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/british-breakfast-tea.html' title='British breakfast tea'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115869760556683693</id><published>2006-09-19T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:11:35.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>l´étranger</title><content type='html'>Não há sensação mais pertubadora do que sentir-se alheio às coisas que acontecem ao seu redor.Coisas que as outras pessoas dariam importancia tamanha que quando você se mostra inerte perante as mesmas, é como declarar-se um ser bizarro, como um estranho no ninho, ou mesmo um estrangeiro em seu próprio país. O que grande parte das pessoas não conseguem conceber é que pode-se sentir de formas diferentes, não há que se morrer de rir quando assistindo uma comédia, ou mesmo,se desfazer em prantos quando de uma dor. Na verdade o que eles não compreeendem é que nossa dor é tão, ou mais intensa que a deles mesmos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115869760556683693?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115869760556683693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115869760556683693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115869760556683693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115869760556683693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/ltranger.html' title='l´étranger'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115869604553790387</id><published>2006-09-19T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:00:45.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recebi de uma amiga pelo orkut</title><content type='html'>já me matei faz muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;me matei quando o tempo era escasso&lt;br /&gt;e o que havia entre o tempo e o espaço&lt;br /&gt;era o de sempre&lt;br /&gt;nunca mesmo o sempre passo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morrer faz bem à vista e ao baço&lt;br /&gt;melhora o ritmo do pulso&lt;br /&gt;E clareia a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morrer de vez em quando&lt;br /&gt;é a única coisa que me acalma.&lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Leminski)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115869604553790387?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115869604553790387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115869604553790387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115869604553790387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115869604553790387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/recebi-de-uma-amiga-pelo-orkut.html' title='Recebi de uma amiga pelo orkut'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115835433278518377</id><published>2006-09-15T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:05:32.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moulin rouge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, il y a quelques temps, où les gens se promenait à Montmartre et la butte veillait sur tous et toutes que cherchait du plaisir mondaine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115835433278518377?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115835433278518377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115835433278518377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115835433278518377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115835433278518377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/moulin-rouge.html' title='Moulin rouge'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115835399787955326</id><published>2006-09-15T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:59:57.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/sahara.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/sahara.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol já se fazia presente e me acordava de maneira nada sutil, como uma mãe zanganda querendo que o filho se apresse e vá logo pra escola. Teimei por alguns instantes esquecer que havia um dia inteiro pela frente e quis continuar meu sono, mas mesmo que insistisse o calor dos trópicos não permitiria.Ainda meio hesitante rolei na cama e súbito saltei pra bem longe como quem quer livrar-se da preguiça.O dia prometia ser daqueles, em que qualquer caminhada leve de 10 minutos deixa qualquer um em estado de miséria, como se o Sahara tivesse sido transportado pra estas bandas, e nem temos por aqui toda aquela exuberância pra pelo menos se imaginar um tuaregui,séculos atrás a procura de algum tesouro escondido numa piramide ainda incognita. em vão percebo que não adianta muito estes devaneios, e o melhor a fazer é chegar logo ao trabalho, no refúgio do ar condicionado, senão estas pequenas manchas sob os braços vão se agigantar, ou ainda me afogo em meu próprio suor,ufa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115835399787955326?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115835399787955326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115835399787955326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115835399787955326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115835399787955326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/sahara.html' title='Sahara'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115826404443923374</id><published>2006-09-14T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:00:44.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again and again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/rilke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/rilke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Again and Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, however we know the landscape of love&lt;br /&gt;and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,&lt;br /&gt;and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others&lt;br /&gt;fall: again and again the two of us walk out together&lt;br /&gt;under the ancient trees, lie down again and again&lt;br /&gt;among the flowers, face to face with the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115826404443923374?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115826404443923374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115826404443923374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115826404443923374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115826404443923374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/again-and-again.html' title='Again and again'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115757204522775956</id><published>2006-09-06T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:00:28.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/82788436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/400/82788436.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu preferido. E me refiro ao quadro bem com ao artista, que na minha modesta opinião é o melhor, e vocês o que acham?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115757204522775956?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115757204522775956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115757204522775956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115757204522775956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115757204522775956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/vermeer.html' title='Vermeer'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115757114777068682</id><published>2006-09-06T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:32:27.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Une valse à mille temps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/Camille%20Claudel%2C%20A%20valsa%2C%2030-3-2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/Camille%20Claudel%2C%20A%20valsa%2C%2030-3-2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre soube quem era Camille Claudel, mas só fui ter noção da força de seu trabalho depois de assistir ao filme com a bela Isabelle Adjani. Como uma pessoa tão genial, com uma vida tão sofrida pode produzir uma obra com tamanha grandeza. A impressão que se tem ao visitar o museu Rodin pela primeira vez é que seu talento supera o de seu mestre e amante. Tenho um livro em casa com a obra de Mlle Claudel, com dua fotos simplesmente magnificas,uma em plena juventude, o brilho no olhar de quem tem o mundo pela frente, e outra ao final do livro, aterradora, quando já internada no manicômio, no final de sua vida, sentada numa cadeira, parece implorar pela liberdade que lhe foi tirada. e a nós resta admirá-la et danser la valse á trois, cent, mille temps....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115757114777068682?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115757114777068682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115757114777068682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115757114777068682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115757114777068682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/une-valse-mille-temps.html' title='Une valse à mille temps'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920457.post-115749468367838761</id><published>2006-09-05T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:58:03.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aujourd´hui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/1600/8239466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/465/3730/320/8239466.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias realmente que tudo deveria dar certo como pensamos. vocês não acham que há dias em que nossa cabeça funciona de tal maneira que esse deveria funcionar como um dia modelo para todos os outros? Pois é, hoje foi ,ou melhor está sendo um dia daqueles, onde tudo que você pensa dá certo mas na hora de colocar tudo em prática, bem não era bem assim que eu havia imaginado...que remédio senão esperar pelo amahã.&lt;br /&gt;À demain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920457-115749468367838761?l=lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/feeds/115749468367838761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920457&amp;postID=115749468367838761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115749468367838761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920457/posts/default/115749468367838761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemondeestpartout.blogspot.com/2006/09/aujourdhui.html' title='Aujourd´hui'/><author><name>Partout(Gilson)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718362547605689439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNl4qiPZ6UQ/S-IgPogGK7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F2357CLSjQM/S220/DSC03582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
