<?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-3844914363998490016</id><updated>2011-09-15T06:15:56.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. júlia meireles .</title><subtitle type='html'>design . fotografia . miudezas inflamáveis</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-3079022282015637230</id><published>2010-01-26T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T05:30:28.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>os mais leves pensamentos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Era uma serenata, uma seresta, um chorinho manhoso, era doce e rápido. Aquilo não tinha início, não tinha fim, era intenso e gostoso, por mais que eu tente me lembrar por onde começou, não consigo. Carrego agora comigo um pensamento atrevido que fica vagando pelas minhas ventas, e como venta! Durou o tempo de muitos suspiros, durou tão leve quanto minhas palavras soltas no ar. Agora fico aqui querendo, com vontade de voltar.&lt;/span&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/3844914363998490016-3079022282015637230?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/3079022282015637230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=3079022282015637230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/3079022282015637230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/3079022282015637230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2010/01/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title='os mais leves pensamentos..'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-2197666057483248558</id><published>2010-01-20T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T07:00:26.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um pouco de mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUGAJ4DOxdM/S1cZ-375NmI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Wz1yp47Ffm0/s1600-h/eujuliapost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428836443776169570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUGAJ4DOxdM/S1cZ-375NmI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Wz1yp47Ffm0/s400/eujuliapost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era um compasso certo, todo passo era leve como se fosse uma novidade boa, tinha um tom, tinha um som, não era samba, mas era livre, pelo menos pra mim, dentro de mim, era como conhecer um balanço novo, não tinha tempo, e quando eu rodopiava pra longe ja ficava pensando em voltar, só que os ponteiros nem sempre andam juntos, é natural, nem todo sentimento encontra com o mesmo todos os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora já não tem tom, não tem som, muito menos sei onde encontrar, não vejo mais o movimento, agora tudo é silencioso. É que nem sempre o coração consegue ser duro todo o tempo, ele gosta e desgosta, ele vive e sobrevive, mas o que mais faz mal nessa história toda de vai e vem é quando eu sinto que mesmo não estando no mesmo compasso, o outro lado não respeita muito o seu passo, quando você começa a perceber que pouco importa para o seu par a música que estava tocando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É so como eu vejo a dança depois do fim da música.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-2197666057483248558?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/2197666057483248558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=2197666057483248558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/2197666057483248558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/2197666057483248558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2010/01/um-pouco-de-mim.html' title='um pouco de mim.'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUGAJ4DOxdM/S1cZ-375NmI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Wz1yp47Ffm0/s72-c/eujuliapost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-2506729047783882710</id><published>2009-09-14T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:34:05.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As vezes fico pensando ...</title><content type='html'>Estudo para ser uma designer e projetar interiores, linhas certas de pontos pré determinados, estudos sobre uma medida correta onde o foco são os ambientes , ao mesmo tempo sofro/recebo informações que me compõem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, parentes, áreas, energia, gráfico, produtos, moda, conversas, motivos, tudo isso acaba montando o trajeto em que a minha carreira irá tomar, um ritmo que vai diferenciar um profissional do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um conjunto de novos estilos e novas idéias.&lt;br /&gt;Escute, pesquise, invente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-2506729047783882710?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/2506729047783882710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=2506729047783882710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/2506729047783882710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/2506729047783882710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-vezes-fico-pensando.html' title='As vezes fico pensando ...'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-1438980464296121395</id><published>2009-09-10T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:26:24.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem barreiras para inventar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379875065661838898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sqkn3lDBVjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-4xi2ezYr64/s400/decoracao-interiores-papeis-parede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sqkn8t5_orI/AAAAAAAAAOM/c7czwCRZQMo/s1600-h/hexagono_gross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379875153939243698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sqkn8t5_orI/AAAAAAAAAOM/c7czwCRZQMo/s400/hexagono_gross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379875260889783250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqkoC8U_W9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/yRKmG-v5a14/s400/parede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamar atenção, criar uma ilusão, transformar o comum, elaborar um ambiente onde uma parede poderá determinar um movimento e mudar todo o clima de uma sala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os papeis de parede voltam com tudo, delicados ou radicais, românticos ou explosivos, cada um com o seu propósito encaixando-se de forma incrível quando se tem uma decoração bem determinada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3844914363998490016-1438980464296121395?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/1438980464296121395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=1438980464296121395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/1438980464296121395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/1438980464296121395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-barreiras-para-inventar.html' title='Sem barreiras para inventar.'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sqkn3lDBVjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-4xi2ezYr64/s72-c/decoracao-interiores-papeis-parede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8405652472779384534</id><published>2009-09-04T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:18:51.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reflexos de um Lustre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEhgp0uiwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WAvSxiwnkQs/s1600-h/Imagem+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377616274923621122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEhgp0uiwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WAvSxiwnkQs/s400/Imagem+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotas de um Lustre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEhOYKJQeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/D8Lbb4WwQ3g/s1600-h/Imagem+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377615960943968738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEhOYKJQeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/D8Lbb4WwQ3g/s400/Imagem+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3844914363998490016-8405652472779384534?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8405652472779384534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8405652472779384534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8405652472779384534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8405652472779384534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/09/gotas-de-um-lustre.html' title=''/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEhgp0uiwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WAvSxiwnkQs/s72-c/Imagem+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-6226309563566865704</id><published>2009-09-04T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:48:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudando a forma de ver os ambientes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEXwXgzf4I/AAAAAAAAANs/JTLTX6MG9s8/s1600-h/type1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377605549769850754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 382px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEXwXgzf4I/AAAAAAAAANs/JTLTX6MG9s8/s400/type1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEXqI_TJTI/AAAAAAAAANk/hkx1a66MczU/s1600-h/abcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377605442792006962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 382px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEXqI_TJTI/AAAAAAAAANk/hkx1a66MczU/s400/abcd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEXUOPxTuI/AAAAAAAAANc/FJbVeBYE-kM/s1600-h/homesweethome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377605066246147810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 382px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEXUOPxTuI/AAAAAAAAANc/FJbVeBYE-kM/s400/homesweethome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma fotografia de ambiente com uma produção que mostra o real clima daquele ambiente tem muito mais poder na hora de passar o sentido da decoração do que uma fotografia puramente comercial. É claro que cada caso é um caso, às vezes é necessário mostrar tecnicamente sem nenhuma climatização de sentimento um determinado ambiente, não há a necessidade de mostrar a ilusão de um possível morador, dos seus gostos, da região em que ele mora, mas quando o fotógrafo e o decorador tem essa liberdade é bom brincar com a produção e com o tratamento das imagens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&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/3844914363998490016-6226309563566865704?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/6226309563566865704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=6226309563566865704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6226309563566865704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6226309563566865704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-fotografia-de-ambiente-com-uma.html' title='Mudando a forma de ver os ambientes.'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SqEXwXgzf4I/AAAAAAAAANs/JTLTX6MG9s8/s72-c/type1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-6494003673154181576</id><published>2009-09-02T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:40:24.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ousadia com bom gosto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sp61pr2P3RI/AAAAAAAAANU/0DgHsKhGOJg/s1600-h/arezzo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376934732876471570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sp61pr2P3RI/AAAAAAAAANU/0DgHsKhGOJg/s400/arezzo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sp61lvBWP0I/AAAAAAAAANM/C3_G9qZQ-3A/s1600-h/arezzo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376934665008856898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sp61lvBWP0I/AAAAAAAAANM/C3_G9qZQ-3A/s400/arezzo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sp61gYPOoHI/AAAAAAAAANE/KrmYe54M_58/s1600-h/arezzo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376934572993716338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sp61gYPOoHI/AAAAAAAAANE/KrmYe54M_58/s400/arezzo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já fazem uns dois anos que acompanho as publicações dos catálogos da Arezzo, sempre executados com muito bom gosto, elegância e delicadeza.&lt;br /&gt;Quando vi o catalogo de verão 2010 já esperava a presença da Juliana Paes como nos últimos, mas me surpreendi com a presença da Gléo Pires, um belo dueto.&lt;br /&gt;A harmonia e refrescancia do contexto realçada em um par, muito bem planejado e na medida certa, poses ousadas e ao mesmo tempo com muita delicadeza, o encaixe perfeito em um ensaio que para muitos causou espanto pela proximidade excessiva das atrizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei bastante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arezzo.com.br/verao2010/#/pt-br"&gt;http://www.arezzo.com.br/verao2010/#/pt-br&lt;/a&gt;&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/3844914363998490016-6494003673154181576?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/6494003673154181576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=6494003673154181576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6494003673154181576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6494003673154181576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/09/ousadia-com-bom-gosto.html' title='Ousadia com bom gosto.'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sp61pr2P3RI/AAAAAAAAANU/0DgHsKhGOJg/s72-c/arezzo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-951493339585122780</id><published>2009-08-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:47:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SpQVmKXDyDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jusWXY4oSYA/s1600-h/wonderland_chart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373944000720128050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SpQVmKXDyDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jusWXY4oSYA/s400/wonderland_chart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repassando a dica:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harmonie-interieure.com/home.htm"&gt;http://www.harmonie-interieure.com/home.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Além dos adesivos, também adorei as fotografias!&lt;/div&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/3844914363998490016-951493339585122780?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/951493339585122780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=951493339585122780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/951493339585122780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/951493339585122780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/08/repassando-dica-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SpQVmKXDyDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jusWXY4oSYA/s72-c/wonderland_chart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-1903019851153792623</id><published>2009-08-25T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:12:24.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapetes Orientais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SpP8Empb3AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6ocECGl-6rE/s1600-h/1873218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373915936407149570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SpP8Empb3AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6ocECGl-6rE/s400/1873218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SpP77172BII/AAAAAAAAAMU/zPMX8c1dDGY/s1600-h/tapetes-persa_com-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373915785892070530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SpP77172BII/AAAAAAAAAMU/zPMX8c1dDGY/s400/tapetes-persa_com-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada região um nó, um desenho, um porque. Lã, algodão, seda, mesclados ou separados, tecidos ponto a ponto, nó a nó, a atenção em pensar nas formas, nas cores, nos traços de cada rosto, de cada vaso e suas flores, sem saber como será o final. Mulheres, crianças e idosos que tecem cada centímetro dos tapetes como se fosse um ato sagrado, sem saber muitas vezes para que lugar do mundo eles vão quando forem terminados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecer o devido valor das pessoas que dividem seu sacrifício e suas crenças com o resto do mundo, histórias contadas em lindos tapetes que giram o mundo decorando e embelezando nossos ambientes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Principais regioes: Turquia, Cáucaso, Pérsia (Irã), Turquestão Ocidental (inclui o Afganistão), Turquestão Oriental, Pakistão, India, China.&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/3844914363998490016-1903019851153792623?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/1903019851153792623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=1903019851153792623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/1903019851153792623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/1903019851153792623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/08/tapetes-orientais.html' title='Tapetes Orientais'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SpP8Empb3AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6ocECGl-6rE/s72-c/1873218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-6879086394395456827</id><published>2009-08-21T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:58:27.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladrilhos Hidráulicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6noOiDc8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zI4idxqBtsk/s1600-h/aec266-56-sustentavel09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372415715037115330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6noOiDc8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zI4idxqBtsk/s400/aec266-56-sustentavel09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6nd0eSXCI/AAAAAAAAAME/_aKM96jglzs/s1600-h/centros21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372415536243301410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6nd0eSXCI/AAAAAAAAAME/_aKM96jglzs/s400/centros21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6nYB8F_dI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2gSY7GM9B1c/s1600-h/centros17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372415436778765778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6nYB8F_dI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2gSY7GM9B1c/s400/centros17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os ladrilhos hidráulicos sempre me encantaram, suas cores, seus desenhos e as histórias que muitos deles contam. A delicadeza e as formas que vão dês dos florais até as formas geométricas bem definidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dica: Ornatos &lt;a href="http://www.ornatos.com.br/2007/"&gt;http://www.ornatos.com.br/2007/&lt;/a&gt;&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/3844914363998490016-6879086394395456827?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/6879086394395456827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=6879086394395456827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6879086394395456827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6879086394395456827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/08/ladrilhos-hidraulicos.html' title='Ladrilhos Hidráulicos'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6noOiDc8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zI4idxqBtsk/s72-c/aec266-56-sustentavel09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8450805836780979416</id><published>2009-08-21T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:56:04.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaios para um site</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6RBnY28bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0mnab2LTsrc/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372390862438724018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6RBnY28bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0mnab2LTsrc/s400/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6P7ukqvZI/AAAAAAAAALs/HpDylyir4G4/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medir o espaço entre uma ponta e outra e desenhar, pensar na cor pra combinar, pensar no teto e no resto, pensar no outro e no bolso, sou estudante de design e projeto interiores. Nasci em Belo Horizonte em 85, conheço alguns lugares, mas daqui nunca saí. Às vezes toco pro outro ouvir, um tic tac pronto escolhido pra agradar, tem dia que saio grafando o tempo e o movimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design e fotografia, se precisar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3844914363998490016-8450805836780979416?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8450805836780979416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8450805836780979416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8450805836780979416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8450805836780979416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/08/medir-o-espaco-entre-uma-ponta-e-outra.html' title='Ensaios para um site'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/So6RBnY28bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0mnab2LTsrc/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-1472994407735852003</id><published>2009-08-19T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:22:12.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como anda o transito no vai e vem da sua sala?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sow0bkfpzOI/AAAAAAAAALk/zh6khCNIuFI/s1600-h/img078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371726103803710690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sow0bkfpzOI/AAAAAAAAALk/zh6khCNIuFI/s400/img078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SowznEmLCcI/AAAAAAAAALc/EY82ctS1k7U/s1600-h/20071001173044_ergonomia.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371725201887922626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SowznEmLCcI/AAAAAAAAALc/EY82ctS1k7U/s400/20071001173044_ergonomia.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de um dia cheio de correria e contratempos, quando chegamos em casa desejamos tirar os sapatos e transitar pelos tapetes da sala, entre os cômodos e varandas sem se preocupar, por isso é preciso ficar atento com a boa disposição dos móveis, do livre acesso a todas as gavetas sem atrapalhar o outro, com os espaços certos e necessários para não precisar trombar na mesa de centro sempre que cruzar a sala, trabalhar a noite toda no computador se sentindo confortável e sem dor nas costas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, não adianta ter o mobiliário mais caro se não há espaço necessário para eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso! &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/3844914363998490016-1472994407735852003?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/1472994407735852003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=1472994407735852003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/1472994407735852003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/1472994407735852003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-anda-o-transito-no-vai-e-vem-da.html' title='Como anda o transito no vai e vem da sua sala?'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sow0bkfpzOI/AAAAAAAAALk/zh6khCNIuFI/s72-c/img078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-5615753540146307177</id><published>2009-08-19T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:25:42.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Por trás da cena”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sov8eWwPncI/AAAAAAAAALU/WWfUL_W3dvA/s1600-h/img075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371664579003653570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sov8eWwPncI/AAAAAAAAALU/WWfUL_W3dvA/s400/img075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sov8PeIlswI/AAAAAAAAALM/2uqz5GTnkaM/s1600-h/img074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371664323286774530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sov8PeIlswI/AAAAAAAAALM/2uqz5GTnkaM/s400/img074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Figurino Grupo Galpão – Cine Horto – Belo Horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia de trocas de roupas, maquiagem, lembranças, figurinos, cheiro de coisa guardada, ver de perto os brilhos, as curvas, os detalhes de que só se via da platéia.&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/3844914363998490016-5615753540146307177?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/5615753540146307177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=5615753540146307177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/5615753540146307177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/5615753540146307177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-tras-da-cena.html' title='“Por trás da cena”'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sov8eWwPncI/AAAAAAAAALU/WWfUL_W3dvA/s72-c/img075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8829148993555766374</id><published>2009-08-18T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:22:20.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa Cor 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Soqa0_OgrVI/AAAAAAAAALE/-JZvocYXY80/s1600-h/Terra%C3%A7o+Provence_Jacqueline+Salom%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371275740708908370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Soqa0_OgrVI/AAAAAAAAALE/-JZvocYXY80/s400/Terra%C3%A7o+Provence_Jacqueline+Salom%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SoqawxtuwwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/esLC9bMku0k/s1600-h/amb45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371275668362281730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SoqawxtuwwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/esLC9bMku0k/s400/amb45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SoqaqyDLLnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xl2iO8DmAJ4/s1600-h/amb53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371275565373009522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SoqaqyDLLnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xl2iO8DmAJ4/s400/amb53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; As fotos são da edição 2008 em Nova Lima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começa amanha dia 19 de Agosto a tão esperada Casa Cor em Belo Horizonte, vão ser 85 profissionais, 64 ambientes que vão compor o tão charmoso local onde foi escolhido para a edição 2009 do evento. Entre o Iate Tênis Clube e a Casa do Baile, cercado pelos Jardins do Roberto Burle Marx o evento acontece em duas casas de época próximas a orla da lagoa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as tendências e novidades criativas dos arquitetos, designes e paisagistas ainda não se sabe muito, mas esperamos encontrar um evento cheio de bom gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos conferir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..lembrando que a Casa Cor vai até o dia 6 de outubro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3844914363998490016-8829148993555766374?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.casacor.com.br/minasgerais/' title='Casa Cor 2009'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8829148993555766374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8829148993555766374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8829148993555766374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8829148993555766374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-fotos-sao-da-edicao-2008-em-nova.html' title='Casa Cor 2009'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Soqa0_OgrVI/AAAAAAAAALE/-JZvocYXY80/s72-c/Terra%C3%A7o+Provence_Jacqueline+Salom%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-7327238900621966553</id><published>2009-08-17T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:34:17.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudando a cara do Ambiente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SomqVUY_JzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/40rPHd41R7w/s1600-h/geladeira_zero_hora1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371011313843513138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SomqVUY_JzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/40rPHd41R7w/s400/geladeira_zero_hora1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SomqPFR8XII/AAAAAAAAAKc/bBMPerKWNbo/s1600-h/adesivo_geladeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371011206708223106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SomqPFR8XII/AAAAAAAAAKc/bBMPerKWNbo/s400/adesivo_geladeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371012273638372114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SomrNL56cxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4oHj2vfLMRI/s400/ad32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SompR-91IgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pwnN458DUDo/s1600-h/powerpole_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371010157041230338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SompR-91IgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pwnN458DUDo/s400/powerpole_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371009925629144098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SompEg447CI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HgJGTQBBPT0/s400/1235599676765_bigPhoto_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371010030576925810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SompKn2Y_HI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Qw1KOoNceRs/s400/adesivo-parede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usar e abusar dos adesivos, transformar sua sala em uma rua com seus fios e postes enfileirados, alguns ramos de flores para alegrar a parede branca, uma arvore encantada, o personagem preferido do menino, repaginar a geladeira e se sentir em uma cozinha nova.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A idéia é inventar, tatuar a parece com aquilo que mais agrada o dono, deixar a criatividade e as vontades virem à tona, um desenho pessoal, uma foto do casal, uns pássaros no varal, os adesivos para decoração permitem tudo isso e muito mais na hora de deixar o ambiente a cara do cliente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3844914363998490016-7327238900621966553?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/7327238900621966553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=7327238900621966553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/7327238900621966553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/7327238900621966553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/08/mudando-cara-do-ambiente.html' title='Mudando a cara do Ambiente'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SomqVUY_JzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/40rPHd41R7w/s72-c/geladeira_zero_hora1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-6318331721219385015</id><published>2009-08-17T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:52:49.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos pontos de Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sol7283vkXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/F7FwZuw-SZY/s1600-h/e03AMB_CEM_TUBE_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370960214599111026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sol7283vkXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/F7FwZuw-SZY/s400/e03AMB_CEM_TUBE_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dês de sempre a iluminação teve um papel muito importante na vida das pessoas, no inicio dos tempos as fogueiras serviam para aquecer, cozinhar e também iluminar, então sempre foi assim, e hoje muitas vezes o que determina o conforto ou o desconforto de um ambiente é a iluminação.&lt;br /&gt;Existem os amantes dos ambientes em constante penumbra e os que são adeptos de grandes janelas, aproveitando assim a iluminação natural.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje deparamos com as novidades do mercado, luminárias embutidas, paflons, lustres de diversos materiais, gostos e estilos. Os designes andam explorando com bastante criatividade as possibilidades de trabalhar com os LEDs em criações arrojadas, modernas, e que chamam atenção. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.osram.com.br/osram_br/Profissional/Luminarias_e_Projetores/Areas_Internas/Luminarias_de_LED/index.html"&gt;http://www.osram.com.br/osram_br/Profissional/Luminarias_e_Projetores/Areas_Internas/Luminarias_de_LED/index.html&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/3844914363998490016-6318331721219385015?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/6318331721219385015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=6318331721219385015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6318331721219385015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6318331721219385015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/08/des-de-sempre-iluminacao-teve-um-papel.html' title='Pequenos pontos de Luz'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sol7283vkXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/F7FwZuw-SZY/s72-c/e03AMB_CEM_TUBE_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-3656280685296111036</id><published>2009-08-17T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:33:12.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Registrando conto de fadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SolDYmKKLMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ULXdD7pCBno/s1600-h/picture-101.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370898120455105730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SolDYmKKLMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ULXdD7pCBno/s400/picture-101.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abri meu email hoje logo cedo e como todos os dias recebi mais um email da Escola da Imagem, escola de fotografia da cidade de belo Horizonte, fiquei surpresa com a notícia de que "O Fotógrafo mineiro Vinícius Matos, diretor da Escola de Imagem, recebeu hoje o título de melhor fotógrafo de casamento do mundo segundo a associação internacional de fotógrafos de casamento ISPWP."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos de casamentos, principalmente as bem produzidas, as notavelmente criativas sempre me interessaram, iluminam a idéia de que o casamento é um momento mágico e que para alguns casais e principalmente as noivas comparam o instante eterno a um conto de fadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam as fotos vencedoras de Vinícius Matos, e fica aqui o meu parabéns pela criatividade e talento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viniciusmatos.com.br/?p=6305"&gt;http://www.viniciusmatos.com.br/?p=6305&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-3656280685296111036?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/3656280685296111036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=3656280685296111036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/3656280685296111036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/3656280685296111036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/08/registrando-conto-de-fadas.html' title='Registrando conto de fadas'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SolDYmKKLMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ULXdD7pCBno/s72-c/picture-101.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8853182641713215595</id><published>2009-07-16T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:25:50.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sl8bsK3AwDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gUXCGFu6eMM/s1600-h/IMG_2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sl8arYL4RDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WwohuU_r2P4/s400/IMG_2123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359031414123152434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas de roça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-8853182641713215595?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8853182641713215595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8853182641713215595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8853182641713215595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8853182641713215595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/07/coisas-de-roca.html' title=''/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/Sl8bsK3AwDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gUXCGFu6eMM/s72-c/IMG_2122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-6844853479729907434</id><published>2009-02-17T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:06:48.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma flor nova no jardim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SZrf60W7gOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WSWvxEcE1Gg/s1600-h/1234805283390_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303797712762405090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SZrf60W7gOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WSWvxEcE1Gg/s400/1234805283390_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto: Maria Eduarda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizem que o cheiro de camomila que acalma só aparece quando ela passa sorrindo, é tão leve que parece flutuar enquanto dorme, com o olhar vidrado meio de lado ela adoça qualquer coração amargo, deixa o dia mais fresco, os pensamentos mais serenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão miúda que mão consegue abraçar com as mãos um dos dedos do moço que olha sem entender, de onde vem tanta paz, de que cor é o mundo dela, por que seu suspiro parece silencioso e o choro tão medroso, por que tinha cheiro de chá e nasceu aprendendo a nadar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ninguém sabe o que faz o tempo parar quando ela está por perto, a gente passa o tal do tempo olhando sem saber e rezando pro mundo girar mais devagar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3844914363998490016-6844853479729907434?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/6844853479729907434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=6844853479729907434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6844853479729907434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6844853479729907434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-flor-nova-no-jardim.html' title='Uma flor nova no jardim.'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SZrf60W7gOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WSWvxEcE1Gg/s72-c/1234805283390_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8150286985830956673</id><published>2009-01-31T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:03:32.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Joy - Belo Horizonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SYUQbhy4h4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mvPqomyKO40/s1600-h/3242220143_5233311824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297658601785558914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SYUQbhy4h4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mvPqomyKO40/s400/3242220143_5233311824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SYUQN9Q6IGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MFztVr-JkYg/s1600-h/3242197753_c881f92d3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297658368641081442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SYUQN9Q6IGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MFztVr-JkYg/s400/3242197753_c881f92d3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi mais doce que batata doce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliadeju/'); return false;" href="javascript:void(0);" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliadeju/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-8150286985830956673?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8150286985830956673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8150286985830956673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8150286985830956673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8150286985830956673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-joy-belo-horizonte.html' title='Little Joy - Belo Horizonte'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SYUQbhy4h4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mvPqomyKO40/s72-c/3242220143_5233311824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8667850778549008315</id><published>2009-01-26T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:55:04.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentro da caixa marrom não vivo mais.</title><content type='html'>Foto: Santo Antônio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SX5qfad0JII/AAAAAAAAAIM/VXKemNvUsis/s1600-h/3098028064_9b39f59686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295787299747144834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SX5qfad0JII/AAAAAAAAAIM/VXKemNvUsis/s400/3098028064_9b39f59686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada dia que passava a caixinha ficava mais apertada, a solução era sair, criar formas, ter a cara do mundo, se é que mundo tem cara, esculpir um coração que bate, mesmo que a cabeça esteja prestes a explodir.&lt;br /&gt;Não me risca e me faça pegar fogo, assim eu morro, assim eu viro pó, pinte meus quadris, desenhe um nariz, me faça virar pássaro, quero asas, quero pena, quero cajado de Santo Antônio, quero ser santa de manto azul, e não abro mão, não quero mais ser jogado pela janela, me conte um segredo, eu guardo, que assim lhe conto como é viver nesse corpo de Olívia, e se me chamam de palito, admito, só se for colorida dos pés a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Vida longa ainda devo ter, ainda moro em uma caixa, relaxa, agora tenho céu pintado de azul, tem dia que sou peixe e vivo no mar, tem dia que sou foca e passo o dia a brincar, e quando São Jorge, meu cavalo nem penso antes de montar, deixei de ser palito há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração: Santiago Calonga - &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/santiagocalonga/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/santiagocalonga/&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/3844914363998490016-8667850778549008315?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/santiagocalonga/' title='Dentro da caixa marrom não vivo mais.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8667850778549008315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8667850778549008315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8667850778549008315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8667850778549008315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/01/dentro-da-caixa-marrom-nao-vivo-mais.html' title='Dentro da caixa marrom não vivo mais.'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SX5qfad0JII/AAAAAAAAAIM/VXKemNvUsis/s72-c/3098028064_9b39f59686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8900827247278703729</id><published>2009-01-14T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:25:14.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão Arte Contemporânea, apresenta:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291115406732936114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SW3Rbcvpw7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_pFv7yw4hKU/s400/OBJETO+VESTIVEL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Observar alem das cores um suspiro manso, um abraço forte, o recém nascido, a pose mais comum, o click distraído, o sorriso do amigo, o show mais esperado, o passeio no zoológico, a moça sensual, o namoro escondido, a noiva de vestido, todas as vidas e suas histórias grafadas em um resto de lixo colorido, que no "vai e vem" dos quadris da modelo enfeita a passarela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291122327058365186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SW3XuQ9zuwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NO2k_oka6cg/s400/VESTIDO.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 14 de Janeiro - às 21 horas - TEATRO FRANCISCO NUNES - Parque Municipal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-8900827247278703729?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8900827247278703729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8900827247278703729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8900827247278703729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8900827247278703729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2009/01/vero-arte-contempornea-apresenta.html' title='Verão Arte Contemporânea, apresenta:'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SW3Rbcvpw7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_pFv7yw4hKU/s72-c/OBJETO+VESTIVEL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-6806176628282100879</id><published>2008-12-10T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:52:43.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Quer dizer então que eu amava Capitu e Capitu me amava?”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SUF4RL-hdRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eY1h465obek/s1600-h/CAPITU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278632474923070738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SUF4RL-hdRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eY1h465obek/s400/CAPITU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SUF4M-rxgTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0z9zDxkfGnY/s1600-h/NA+PEDRA+DO+REINO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278632402635292978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SUF4M-rxgTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0z9zDxkfGnY/s400/NA+PEDRA+DO+REINO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SUF4HhcDimI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O4OJhl6ivtY/s1600-h/HOJE+Ã‰+DIA+DE+MARIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278632308885391970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SUF4HhcDimI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O4OJhl6ivtY/s400/HOJE+%C3%89+DIA+DE+MARIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando na sétima série me obrigaram a ler Dom Casmurro de Machado de Assis, aquela história que inicialmente me parecia cansativa e repetitiva fui descobrindo poesia em cada palavra sofrida, em cada suspiro apaixonado daquele tão jovem menino Bentinho, que já perdia suas noites de sono pensando na tão doce e ao mesmo tempo tão traiçoeira Capitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem assistindo a micro-série da Rede Globo fiquei muito encantada e impressionada com tanta poesia rústica e ao mesmo tempo contemporânea, a mistura entre o novo e o velho, cores e movimentos que prendem a atenção como um quadro pintado em seus mínimos detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a lembrar das últimas micro-séries da emissora que me chamaram atenção, Hoje é dia de Maria , A pedra do Reino - da obra de Ariano Suassuna, ambas com direção de Luiz Fernando Carvalho, e agora com direção dele também mais uma doce mini produção que se um dia transformada em um longa poderia render vários curiosos e bons comentários por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que ainda venham varias outras mini-séries com seus cavalos que galopam sobre rodinhas, com seus personagens curiosos e cheios de mistérios e histórias pra contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&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/3844914363998490016-6806176628282100879?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/6806176628282100879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=6806176628282100879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6806176628282100879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6806176628282100879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/12/quer-dizer-ento-que-eu-amava-capitu-e.html' title='“Quer dizer então que eu amava Capitu e Capitu me amava?”'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SUF4RL-hdRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eY1h465obek/s72-c/CAPITU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-5037557890559008188</id><published>2008-12-01T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:40:03.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/STQ4Ib8GYNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/s2B0lsQtOZI/s1600-h/IMG_8739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274902781147635922" style="DISPLAY: block; 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A vida muda, o mundo muda, tem gente que vai, tem gente que vem, tem dia com lagrima, tem dia com sorriso, tem dia frio, dia quente, dia que só a gente, tem dia que só os outros, tem dia que os astros tem razão, tem dia que o amor é tão grandão, tem dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-5037557890559008188?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/5037557890559008188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=5037557890559008188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/5037557890559008188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/5037557890559008188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/12/tem-dia.html' title='Tem dia'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/STQ4Ib8GYNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/s2B0lsQtOZI/s72-c/IMG_8739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-3266250355876010789</id><published>2008-11-19T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:26:38.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eu quando era miudinha nem sabia se tinha sabor melhor que os olhos de sogra da minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei que existem sabores melhores que esse, e descobri os dissabores também. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270359235925534690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SSQTzTAKZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/WCHOhrzQb_M/s400/img004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps.: os brigadeiros ainda são divinos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-3266250355876010789?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/3266250355876010789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=3266250355876010789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/3266250355876010789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/3266250355876010789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-quando-era-miudinha-nem-sabia-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SSQTzTAKZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/WCHOhrzQb_M/s72-c/img004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8774694562092534843</id><published>2008-11-17T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:44:11.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai e vem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUGAJ4DOxdM/SSGA365mhQI/AAAAAAAAAkE/_O9WM2eF-Fg/s1600-h/IMG_8149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269634737192207618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUGAJ4DOxdM/SSGA365mhQI/AAAAAAAAAkE/_O9WM2eF-Fg/s400/IMG_8149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe mais se a moça do tempo acertou na previsão do próximo dia, ninguém sabe mais se amanha vai acordar com mais ou menos saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dia que venta forte, tem outro que nem vento faz, tem dia que o sol brilha amarelo, e outro aparece discreto, tem dia que a chuva não da nem tempo de catar a roupa no varal e no outro custa a molhar a horta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei mais se acredito ou deixo de acreditar, não sei mais se posso pensar ou se nem devo sonhar, agora eu sento e espero, deixo o dia passar pra ver no que vai dar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3844914363998490016-8774694562092534843?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8774694562092534843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8774694562092534843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8774694562092534843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8774694562092534843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/11/vai-e-vem.html' title='Vai e vem'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUGAJ4DOxdM/SSGA365mhQI/AAAAAAAAAkE/_O9WM2eF-Fg/s72-c/IMG_8149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-4754908954658753513</id><published>2008-11-16T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:57:22.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SSAlTW9Z7dI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MwWusCTK0Ig/s1600-h/1226407306915_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269252578534354386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SSAlTW9Z7dI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MwWusCTK0Ig/s400/1226407306915_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é dividida em pedaços de tempo, quando paramos pra pensar ou quando antes de dobrar a esquina olhamos pra trás começamos a perceber, as pessoas, os objetos, os acontecimentos, as pedras no caminho, o suspiro delicado, o abraço apertado, o pior não, o melhor sim, o conselho certo na hora incerta, o tombo mais doloroso, o joelho ralado, o soluço guardado, a comida mais gostosa, e no meio de tanta coisa quando percebemos que no meio de tantas vidas, de tantas falas, ganhamos um presente que parece ser eterno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-4754908954658753513?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/4754908954658753513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=4754908954658753513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/4754908954658753513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/4754908954658753513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-divida-em-pedaos-de-tempo-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SSAlTW9Z7dI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MwWusCTK0Ig/s72-c/1226407306915_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-146303104818343826</id><published>2008-11-14T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:44:44.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SR2Uap-O59I/AAAAAAAAAF0/KjwuH8pyLLg/s1600-h/ARCO-IRIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268530324757735378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SR2Uap-O59I/AAAAAAAAAF0/KjwuH8pyLLg/s400/ARCO-IRIS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles foram até o lado de fora, o abraço foi longo e leve, ele com suas mãos frias catou a mala e foi embora, ela ficou olhando, antes de virar a esquina secando as lagrimas ele falou que depois que a chuva lavasse as ruas e o sol secasse ele voltaria junto com o arco-íris e tudo seria diferente. Ela respirou, juntou a saia com as mãos e arrastou o chinelo pra dentro de casa.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo foi passando e ela deixou de olhar para o relógio, foi levando a vida como era antes, sem esperar ele voltar, só não via a hora do sol secar a chuva e o arco-íris cruzar no céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3844914363998490016-146303104818343826?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/146303104818343826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=146303104818343826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/146303104818343826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/146303104818343826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/11/eles-foram-at-o-lado-de-fora-o-abrao.html' title=''/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SR2Uap-O59I/AAAAAAAAAF0/KjwuH8pyLLg/s72-c/ARCO-IRIS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8221083098741260392</id><published>2008-10-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T03:59:47.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQkCsieTWrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/b7v119l1Ods/s1600-h/IMG_2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262740603750537906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQkCsieTWrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/b7v119l1Ods/s400/IMG_2118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me acorde que já nem sei que horas são, o galo já deixou de cantar e eu aqui a cochilar, o sol brilha que nem farol no meio do mar, e os meus olhos acomodados na escuridão estranham.&lt;br /&gt;E o cheiro, e o café, e o banho gelado que deixa o cabelo molhado e um perfume no ar, logo saio pra trabalhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3844914363998490016-8221083098741260392?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8221083098741260392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8221083098741260392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8221083098741260392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8221083098741260392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/10/bom-dia.html' title='Bom dia!'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQkCsieTWrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/b7v119l1Ods/s72-c/IMG_2118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-3288135870937046481</id><published>2008-10-28T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:56:25.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQeYbbvJYsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VhT98WzaaaI/s1600-h/IMG_2117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262342286675108546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQeYbbvJYsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VhT98WzaaaI/s400/IMG_2117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem pode, pode, quem não pode, adoça.&lt;/div&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/3844914363998490016-3288135870937046481?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/3288135870937046481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=3288135870937046481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/3288135870937046481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/3288135870937046481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/10/quem-pode-pode-quem-no-pode-adoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQeYbbvJYsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VhT98WzaaaI/s72-c/IMG_2117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-2857795990912653112</id><published>2008-10-28T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:47:14.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Organizar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQeWOoxRBzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_9do4j3KtgE/s1600-h/IMG_2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262339867812103986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQeWOoxRBzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_9do4j3KtgE/s400/IMG_2112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iluminei a greta, olhei&lt;br /&gt;Enxuguei a gota, sequei&lt;br /&gt;Lavei a bolsa, saí&lt;br /&gt;Pintei a porta, de rosa&lt;br /&gt;Dancei descalça, na roça&lt;br /&gt;Jantei mais tarde, por conta da novela&lt;br /&gt;Deitei com os pés na cabeceira, pra ver o céu&lt;br /&gt;Assoprei o calor, derreti&lt;br /&gt;Juntei a roupa, pra lavar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rezei, rosário de estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-2857795990912653112?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/2857795990912653112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=2857795990912653112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/2857795990912653112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/2857795990912653112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/10/organizar.html' title='Organizar'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQeWOoxRBzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_9do4j3KtgE/s72-c/IMG_2112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-1218081419388941866</id><published>2008-10-27T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:04:35.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto: Avenca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fechar os olhos e respirar, como não respirava a muito tempo, sem pressa.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261865042362726914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQXmYKITegI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SsDM6qSplP8/s400/2653710817_31f9afbe16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-1218081419388941866?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/1218081419388941866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=1218081419388941866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/1218081419388941866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/1218081419388941866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/10/foto-avenca.html' title='Foto: Avenca'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQXmYKITegI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SsDM6qSplP8/s72-c/2653710817_31f9afbe16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8757086651983775720</id><published>2008-10-27T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T04:28:59.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Avoa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQWkNzr3OvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hncUffektyM/s1600-h/IMG_7659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261792296771730162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQWkNzr3OvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hncUffektyM/s400/IMG_7659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha janela arranha o céu e dentro dela fico pensando em sair, voar, descobrir outro lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então eu vou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-8757086651983775720?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8757086651983775720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8757086651983775720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8757086651983775720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8757086651983775720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/10/avoa.html' title='&quot;Avoa&quot;'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SQWkNzr3OvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hncUffektyM/s72-c/IMG_7659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-7315846342907067499</id><published>2008-10-08T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:57:40.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte de ser e estar.</title><content type='html'>...a arte é pensamento que transforma, elabora, concorda e discorda, é pra mim a hora de contar um segredo, uma idéia antiga, dizer que acha belo, é colorir em forma de som, tom, imagem e palavras, é deixar que a lembrança de uma certa arte o faça lembrar de alguém ou de alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254874038566893794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SO0QGLgzuOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JBEN5TUZavQ/s400/PAL%C3%81CIO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Escrevi o textinho pra um amigo e até que achei bacana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-7315846342907067499?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/7315846342907067499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=7315846342907067499&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/7315846342907067499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/7315846342907067499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/10/arte-de-ser-e-estar.html' title='A arte de ser e estar.'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SO0QGLgzuOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JBEN5TUZavQ/s72-c/PAL%C3%81CIO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-7666446352285146166</id><published>2008-08-07T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:17:24.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Gêmeos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SJro_RkaFuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Cv10Rn7JXIM/s1600-h/13_MHG_gemeos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231750090889762530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SJro_RkaFuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Cv10Rn7JXIM/s200/13_MHG_gemeos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um castelo, olhos, bocas e portinholas, um pássaro feito de pano, um muro multicolorido, nordestinos franzinos, flores e mulas sem cabeça são algumas das criações dos irmãos paulistanos Gustavo e Otávio Pandolfo, Osgemeos.&lt;br /&gt;Cor e fantasia espalhados por galerias de arte do mundo todo, fora os muros e estações de metro onde os personagens simples e majestosos colorem o dia a dia das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gêmeos idênticos nascidos em São Paulo e que em pouco tempo ganham o mundo, passando por toda a Europa, algumas cidades latinas e Nova York os artistas esbanjam simplicidade e criatividade espalhando e colorindo as cores do nosso Brasil nas ruas do planeta. Traços característicos, cores vivas, sonhos infantis, cenas corriqueiras fazem parte desse contexto mágico que conquista murais gigantescos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinta, pinceis, música e sorrisos são as ferramentas de trabalho que resulta em sonhos de criança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231750589441919666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SJrpcS0gSrI/AAAAAAAAADs/oj53FR9Y7M4/s200/osgemeos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231750386486703298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SJrpQewNdMI/AAAAAAAAADk/rtMvV7twQzc/s200/0aaasogemeos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3844914363998490016-7666446352285146166?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lost.art.br/osgemeos_01_20.htm' title='Os Gêmeos'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/7666446352285146166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=7666446352285146166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/7666446352285146166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/7666446352285146166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/08/os-gmeos.html' title='Os Gêmeos'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SJro_RkaFuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Cv10Rn7JXIM/s72-c/13_MHG_gemeos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-8326859105718028108</id><published>2008-06-27T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:17:14.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumec Forma MODA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU8sReIGCI/AAAAAAAAADE/dr_iwg-EMhY/s1600-h/IMG_3647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216642474680260642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU8sReIGCI/AAAAAAAAADE/dr_iwg-EMhY/s320/IMG_3647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU7uao6AeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hefSWvbdFsA/s1600-h/IMG_3602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216641411989504482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU7uao6AeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hefSWvbdFsA/s320/IMG_3602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU6jR8SswI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HBgJl4Q9we0/s1600-h/IMG_3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU4mViHloI/AAAAAAAAACs/HdBb7ALkeho/s1600-h/IMG_3568.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU1Wz_MctI/AAAAAAAAACk/hAXgl1YsTeM/s1600-h/IMG_3517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216634409407247058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU1Wz_MctI/AAAAAAAAACk/hAXgl1YsTeM/s320/IMG_3517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU0nUnn_wI/AAAAAAAAACc/IuWlnRgLJIg/s1600-h/IMG_3491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216633593533038338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU0nUnn_wI/AAAAAAAAACc/IuWlnRgLJIg/s320/IMG_3491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGUcivAMiPI/AAAAAAAAACU/8vLde1AVw78/s1600-h/IMG_3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216607126437005554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGUcivAMiPI/AAAAAAAAACU/8vLde1AVw78/s320/IMG_3487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novas idéias, talentos, alguns natos, outros aperfeiçoados, resultado de um mix de propostas variadas, e de bom gosto para cada estilo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3844914363998490016-8326859105718028108?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/8326859105718028108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=8326859105718028108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8326859105718028108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/8326859105718028108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/06/fumec-forma-moda.html' title='Fumec Forma MODA'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SGU8sReIGCI/AAAAAAAAADE/dr_iwg-EMhY/s72-c/IMG_3647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-4539489070305113784</id><published>2008-06-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:55:59.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SF70gYPg60I/AAAAAAAAACM/aFKMs_1sTaQ/s1600-h/03octfourtet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214874255642127170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SF70gYPg60I/AAAAAAAAACM/aFKMs_1sTaQ/s320/03octfourtet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“ idéias musicais poderosas podem ser alcançadas usando métodos bem simples”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran Hebden - Four Tet / Fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a musica seja a terapia mais eficaz, extravasar, relaxar, sentir, tudo isso no compasso que mais atrai o ouvidor, o ponto certo do cérebro que necessita de um determinado volume, tom, ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;Suspiros que acompanham um som.&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eU8ZKkckxg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eU8ZKkckxg&amp;amp;feature=related&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/3844914363998490016-4539489070305113784?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/4539489070305113784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=4539489070305113784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/4539489070305113784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/4539489070305113784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/06/idias-musicais-poderosas-podem-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SF70gYPg60I/AAAAAAAAACM/aFKMs_1sTaQ/s72-c/03octfourtet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-1093112215685677194</id><published>2008-06-22T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:22:32.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grafando Momentos - Pontos de Luz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SF7spNn9JTI/AAAAAAAAACE/8szvDQolZ1E/s1600-h/IMG_0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214865611317650738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SF7spNn9JTI/AAAAAAAAACE/8szvDQolZ1E/s320/IMG_0905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SF7rdO8QxnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2BFn8gQjD8o/s1600-h/IMG_0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214864306001200754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SF7rdO8QxnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2BFn8gQjD8o/s320/IMG_0889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O momento em que a história começa a acontecer, para muitos apenas um dia, para outros o instante perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;O reflexo dos passos, dos movimentos e pensamentos alheios registrados e guardados por um olhar qualquer. &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/3844914363998490016-1093112215685677194?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/feeds/1093112215685677194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844914363998490016&amp;postID=1093112215685677194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/1093112215685677194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/1093112215685677194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/06/grafando-momentos-pontos-de-luz.html' title='Grafando Momentos - Pontos de Luz.'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SF7spNn9JTI/AAAAAAAAACE/8szvDQolZ1E/s72-c/IMG_0905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844914363998490016.post-6804980150924622371</id><published>2008-06-19T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:54:54.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obreiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFq5QbFcuKI/AAAAAAAAABU/4JQve1v0yuU/s1600-h/OBREIRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213683210434427042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFq5QbFcuKI/AAAAAAAAABU/4JQve1v0yuU/s320/OBREIRO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;FOTO: Ao lado da “Casa dos contos” - Ouro Preto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tantos anos de escravidão o homem quase que em sua maioria passa do estagio de bicho para cidadão, com direitos e deveres, podendo ir e vir dento dos limites da lei, claro que com exceções preocupantes.&lt;br /&gt;Homem hoje sobrevive daquilo que ganha com o suor que a centenas de anos não tinha valor algum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844914363998490016-6804980150924622371?l=juliameireles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6804980150924622371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844914363998490016/posts/default/6804980150924622371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliameireles.blogspot.com/2008/06/obreiro.html' title='Obreiro'/><author><name>Júlia Meireles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17770907140898029080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFmrn0bQxEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h4ixdCg5xSU/S220/IMG_2700.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7oPTBkTVEs/SFq5QbFcuKI/AAAAAAAAABU/4JQve1v0yuU/s72-c/OBREIRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
