<?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-3505374</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:41:50.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é você?</title><subtitle type='html'>...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-93374698</id><published>2003-04-27T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T23:59:57.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/93374698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/93374698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2003/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-87183349</id><published>2003-01-09T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T18:30:03.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os bosques s�o largos, Sombrios, fundosMas h� promessas a guardar, E muitas milhas a andar,Antes de poder dormir,Sim, antes de poder dormir! Robert FrostOl�, queridos!� pela �ltima vez que eu fa�o algo nesse blog. N�o, n�o estou revoltada com a vida, s� que D.D. e eu entendemos e concordamos que esse nosso mural j� deu mais do que tinha que dar. E, francamente, ele j� foi encerrado antes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/87183349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/87183349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2003/01/os-bosques-so-largos-sombrios-fundos.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85764474</id><published>2002-12-10T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T01:08:34.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os bosques s�o largos, Sombrios, fundosMas h� promessas a guardar, E muitas milhas a andar,Antes de poder dormir,Sim, antes de poder dormir! Robert Frost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85764474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85764474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/12/os-bosques-so-largos-sombrios-fundos.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85696733</id><published>2002-12-08T20:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T20:16:11.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os bosques s�o largos, Sombrios, fundosMas h� promessas a guardar, E muitas milhas a andar,Antes de poder dormir,Sim, antes de poder dormir! Robert Frost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85696733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85696733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/12/os-bosques-so-largos-sombrios-fundos_08.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85696723</id><published>2002-12-08T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T20:15:54.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os bosques s�o largos, Sombrios, fundosMas h� promessas a guardar, E muitas milhas a andar,Antes de poder dormir,Sim, antes de poder dormir! Robert Frost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85696723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85696723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/12/os-bosques-so-largos-sombr_85696723.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85652393</id><published>2002-12-07T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T18:30:21.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os bosques s�o largos, Sombrios, fundosMas h� promessas a guardar, E muitas milhas a andar,Antes de poder dormir,Sim, antes de poder dormir! Robert Frost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85652393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85652393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/12/os-bosques-so-largos-sombrios-fundos_07.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85626820</id><published>2002-12-07T02:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T02:23:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Luto por minha pr�pria "morte"Ap�s uma semana enrolando, fui pegar o boletim. Descubro, para minha desgra�a, que n�o passei em biologia e qu�mica por TR�S D�CIMOS na prova. Eu sou uma est�pida. Prova objetiva com 20 quest�es valendo 0,5 cada. Era s� ter acertado um "xzinho" e n�o teria q ir ao col�gio semana que vem. J� ESTARIA DE F�RIAS!!!!Bom.. Pelo menos consegui passar em educa��o f�</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85626820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85626820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/12/luto-por-minha-prpria-morte-aps-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85578724</id><published>2002-12-06T02:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T12:45:05.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu e Katchoca agradecemos ao link no Dom�nio Feminino. � claro, n�o posso deixar de agradecer por ter sido chama de menina inteligente. Na verdade, � tudo uma grande mentira... Apenas finjo ser porque minhas amiguinhas do shopping disseram que anda na moda ler Dostoi�vski, Rosa Luxemburgo. N�s n�o temos apenas tr�s leitores, aquilo � apenas uma brincadeira. Mas, como temos deixado o blog de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85578724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85578724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/12/eu-e-katchoca-agradecemos-ao-link-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85463936</id><published>2002-12-04T01:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T12:42:18.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>P�rola do dia (quando vem dela, vem em dose dupla, sempre!)Sei sim! O filme � com a Bridget Bardot(falando o filme A Assassina, com Bridget Fonda.)�, a Courteny Love...(Falando da Courteny Cox Arquette, a Monica de Friends.)D.D.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85463936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85463936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/12/prola-do-dia-quando-vem-dela-vem-em.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85415497</id><published>2002-12-03T01:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T01:35:55.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gente, perdoem-me, mas hoje, estou sem energia para fazer um post minimamente decente. (Bom, se esse problema fosse s� hoje..)Enfim�, eis aqui dois links.O primeiro � para ficar doid�o! &lt;:3 )~~O segundo, � para aquelas horas na internet em que n�o h� nada para fazer, mas tamb�m n�o h� motivo para sair da frente do computador! &lt;:3 )�Abra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85415497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85415497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/12/gente-perdoem-me-mas-hoje-estou-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85362273</id><published>2002-12-02T02:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T02:23:57.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S� eu saberei o que aconteceu nessa madrugada....Amanh� tenho surpresa!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85362273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85362273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/12/s-eu-saberei-o-que-aconteceu-nessa.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85300964</id><published>2002-11-30T15:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T15:59:08.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suscepit Isreal puerum sum...J� era manh�? Deus..que ag�stia! Pois tudo se resume a esperar uma noite de estio! Que n�o chega!Que podia ser pior do que aquilo? Enquanto me cobriam com palavras vazias de alma e inten��o, eu tinha que me apegar a minha sanidade. Ou ela a mim...Pelo menos ali, no doce claustro daquelas paredes mais respeitosas e acolhedoras que o meu pr�prio sangue jamais seria, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85300964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85300964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/suscepit-isreal-puerum-sum.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85294652</id><published>2002-11-30T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T12:15:13.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, promessa de que o dia vai bem: tocou o telefone, acordei e vem uma voz macia do outro lado:-Por favor, a Katanah est�?-Sim! -Eu poderia falar com ela? Aqui � um amigo dela, Fulano..-Fulano! Meu Deus!!! � voc�!-Katanah? N�o reconhecia a sua voz de jeito nenhum!Poxa, n�o falava com ele h� mais de 3 anos....Bons ventos sopram...(Por que eu cismo tanto em usar retic�ncias?)Beijos a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85294652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85294652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/ah-promessa-de-que-o-dia-vai-bem-tocou.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85274738</id><published>2002-11-29T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T21:59:23.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imagina o namorado todo assanhado porque viu na TV que v�o passar um especial do Power Rangers com epis�dios de todas as temporadas?E sinceramente? Se fosse meu namorado, eu ia estabelcer um relacionamento altamente plat�nico porque n�o ia aguentar de tanto rir com as situa��o!Cada uma...Abra�o a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85274738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85274738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/imagina-o-namorado-todo-assanhado.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85212477</id><published>2002-11-28T12:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T12:30:43.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> At� parece que eu precisava fazer algum teste para descobrir isso... Mas me comparar ao Ferrugem foi sacanagem!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85212477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85212477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/at-parece-que-eu-precisava-fazer-algum.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85145186</id><published>2002-11-27T01:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T01:31:28.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aos cariocas...Recebi essa por e-mail e se n�o fosse t�o engra�ada, eu choraria por receio do que pode acontecer com a cidade que eu tanto amo. Bom, vamos l�:Se hoje a coisa t� preta, m�s que vem vai t� Rosinha!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85145186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85145186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/aos-cariocas.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85091485</id><published>2002-11-26T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T01:26:07.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nossa, o dia hoje est� movimentado aqui! Gente, tinha que repartir isso com voc�s e, quem sabe, come�ar uma discuss�o infinita aqui! D�em uma olhada:O que voc� considera mais absurdo, a exist�ncia ou a consci�ncia? Partindo de uma vis�o evolutiva, voc� pode perceber que a consci�ncia n�o � nada al�m de uma complexa evolu��o da mat�ria pr�-organizada. Disse uma vez o fil�sofo franc�s Jean-Paul </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85091485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85091485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/nossa-o-dia-hoje-est-movimentado-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85089780</id><published>2002-11-26T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T00:56:04.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como esse blog prima pela bom gosto e cultura, est�o todos convidados. Levem m�e, irm�o, tio, primo, cachorro, papagaio, periquito; mas a sogra podem deixar em casa.*Concerto Barroco: Gloria de A. Vivaldi; Su�te para cordas, flauta e cravo de G.P. Telemann; Magnificat de J. S. Bach. S�bado, 14 de dezembro de 2002, �s 20hs, Sala Cec�lia Meireles.Agrade�o ao Delerue pela ajuda.Abra�os a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85089780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85089780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/como-esse-blog-prima-pela-bom-gosto-e.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85086741</id><published>2002-11-25T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T23:45:38.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recebi um livrinho dos melhores textos do Col�gio Miguel Couto e adivinhem: eu estou nele. Ha!Isso n�o � nada demais, por�m me deixou bem feliz... Resolvi colocar aqui o poema que est� no livrinho.Louco mundo partido Sentada im�vel na cal�adaEstava meio alcoolizada Assistindo intrigada� rua movimentadaO latido do gatoO ladr�o educadoO comerciante caladoO sil�ncia do carroSentia o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85086741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85086741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/recebi-um-livrinho-dos-melhores-textos.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85086703</id><published>2002-11-25T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T23:53:44.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Anistia Internacional informa: Como v�rios de voc�s j� devem ter lido por a�, est�o a executar Amina Lawal por apedrejamento (!!!) na Nig�ria.Seu crime? "Adult�rio": teve um filho quase um ano depois do fim do seu casamento (a crian�a �, na verdade, conseq��ncia de um estupro). Apesar da AI j� ter recolhido mais de um milh�o de assinaturas em seu site, solicitando que isso seja evitado, em </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85086703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85086703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/anistia-internacional-informa-como.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-85028232</id><published>2002-11-24T21:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T21:44:52.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pois insisto! N�o s�o poucas as riquezas dessa vida! E como n�o s�o...Ontem foi o show do Rush, grande banda, grande performance. Sabiam que foi a primeira vez na minha vida que entrei no Maraca? Admito que foi emocionante! Coisas assim me fazem cada vez mais apaixonada pela minha cidade, sempre que eu consigo esquecer a viol�ncia que se instalou aqui. Voltando a falar dos astros, eles abriram o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85028232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/85028232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/pois-insisto-no-so-poucas-as-riquezas.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84848648</id><published>2002-11-20T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T13:02:29.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pois n�o s�o poucas as riquezas da vida!� a rela��o deliciosamente er�tica e proibida que se estabelece com aquele que existe apenas dentro da alma.� a gota gelada escorrendo calmamente pelo canto da boca. � a frustra��o que mora num sorriso e a lux�ria que se abriga num esbarrar de pernas. � a inveja daquela ma�� maldita! � quando pronunciar o seu nome se torna t�o voluptuoso que chega a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84848648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84848648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/pois-no-so-poucas-as-riquezas-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84847610</id><published>2002-11-20T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T23:35:42.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>� hoje que nossa paz acaba! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84847610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84847610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/hoje-que-nossa-paz-acaba.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84766173</id><published>2002-11-19T12:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T12:46:17.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Na Pi�ria gerou-as, da uni�o do Pai Cronida (Zeus), Mem�ria (Mnem�syne), rainha nas colinas de Eleutera, para esquecimento de males e pausa de afli��es. Nove noites teve uni�es com ela o s�bio Zeus longe dos imortais subindo ao sagrado leito. Quando girou o ano e retornaram as esta��es com as m�nguas das luas e muitos dias findaram, ela pariu nove mo�as concordes que dos cantares t�m o deslevo no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84766173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84766173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/na-piria-gerou-as-da-unio-do-pai.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84695027</id><published>2002-11-18T03:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T03:53:53.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O dia n�o mudaria. E eu continuaria ali, esperando incansavelmente como sempre esperei.Havia me esquecido dos chamados do meu pr�prio ser na eterna �nsia de ouvir o chamado dela. E que sil�ncio mortal era aquele que ela sabia manter com as m�os de ferro que possu�a?Enquanto ela dizia Ningu�m durma!, ela mantinha os cora��es inquietos e as almas suspensas naquele constante torpor. Culpa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84695027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84695027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/o-dia-no-mudaria.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84686880</id><published>2002-11-17T23:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T23:48:01.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chanson EspagnoleNous venions de voir le taureau,Trois gar�ons, trois fillettes,Sur la pelouse il faisait beau,Et nous dansions un boleroAu son des castagnettes;Dites-moi, voisin,Si j'ai bonne mine,Et si ma basquineVa bien, ce matin,Vous me trouvez la taille fine?Ah! ah!Les filles de Cadix aiment assez cela.Et nous dansions un boleroUn soir c'�tait dimanche,Vers nous s'en vint </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84686880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84686880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/chanson-espagnole-nous-venions-de-voir.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84681769</id><published>2002-11-17T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T21:54:16.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soltou seu cabelo e jogou a fita longe. Fez quest�o de desabotuar suas mangas e tirar seu palet�. Fechou os bra�os em torno de si e parou para sentir o cheiro da noite, como n�o sentia h� muito tempo, desde aquela vez. Sorriu. (...) mas como um homem livre. E como um homem livre continuou caminhando, at� encontrar-se na clareira da noite anterior e deixar ser banhado pela mesma Lua. E naquela </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84681769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84681769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/soltou-seu-cabelo-e-jogou-fita-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84680489</id><published>2002-11-17T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T21:24:07.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pensamento da vez:"A Editora Abril anunciou que vai lan�ar uma vers�o da revista Playboy, exclusivamente para homens casados. Todo m�s vai ser a mesma capa!" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84680489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84680489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/pensamento-da-vez-editora-abril.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84649263</id><published>2002-11-17T02:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T03:40:06.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>P�rola do dia"... por disturbios ormonais."YYZM�sica da vez: Acid Queen, The Who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84649263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84649263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/prola-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84532954</id><published>2002-11-14T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T14:18:56.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Falta UMA SEMANA para D.D. e eu n�o termos paz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84532954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84532954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/falta-uma-semana-para-d.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84465559</id><published>2002-11-13T07:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T07:26:31.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Engra�ado como as coisas (n�o) funcionam nesse blog! Outro dia a D.D., depois de um bom tempo sem aparecer por esses lados do ciberespa�o, nos presenteia com aquele post sobre as mudan�as, expondo assim o meu outro apelido e novas tend�ncias e vanguardas para esse mural eletr�nico. Desde ent�o, v�rias vezes nos falamos e j� decidimos pelo menos umas 3 vezes o tema com o qual abriremos os novos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84465559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84465559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/engraado-como-as-coisas-no-funcionam.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84464891</id><published>2002-11-13T06:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T07:03:44.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Excelente essa:Gnomos fumandoO gnomo fica doid�o e passa a andar com um adesivo no carro escrito "Eu acredito em Gente"Ah, n�o deixem de apoiar essa id�ia aqui:Abra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84464891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84464891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/excelente-essa-gnomos-fumando-o-gnomo.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84400241</id><published>2002-11-12T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T02:53:52.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem me conhece sabe, e quem n�o me conhece, deve ter dado uma olhada na nossa lista de links e visto queh� coisa do Escher l� e deduzido que sou f� do cara! Ele era genial, ou ent�o m�ope feito uma topeira! Eu acredito mais na primeira hip�tese. Enfim...�A quest�o � que n�o sou s� eu f� de maluco, achei um cara na internet que levou isso muito a s�rio e montou algumas das "constru��es" do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84400241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84400241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/quem-me-conhece-sabe-e-quem-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84344903</id><published>2002-11-11T01:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T01:15:55.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A parte ruim � que escalaram justo a inexpressiva Liv Tyler para representar essa personagem. Mas p�, � Tolkien...ent�o t� valendo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84344903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84344903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/parte-ruim-que-escalaram-justo.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84329813</id><published>2002-11-10T18:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T18:45:23.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because the nightTake me now, baby, here as I amHold me close, try and understandDesire is hunger is the fire I breatheLove is a banquet on which we feedCome on now, try and understandThe way I feel under your commandTake my hand, come under coverThey can't hurt you nowBecause the night belongs to loversBecause the night belongs to lustBecause the night belongs to loversBecause the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84329813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84329813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/because-night-take-me-now-baby-here-as.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84329654</id><published>2002-11-10T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T18:40:39.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J� repararam em como tudo est� mais caro?A passagem de �nibus, aqui no Rio, t� no R$ 1,30, e o servi�o n�o podia ser pior. Gasolina t� quase R$2,00!!! Isso � das sacanagens mais sujas que se pode fazer!Al�m de estar a esse pre�o absurdo de caro, que voc� paga com as m�os ao alto, voc� ainda gasta gasolina � toa no infinitos-m�ltiplos engarrafamentos que brotam em qualquer lugar... E as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84329654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84329654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/j-repararam-em-como-tudo-est-mais-caro.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84295928</id><published>2002-11-09T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T23:36:40.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mudan�as... Mudan�as...(eu vou falar o q ir� mudar no final s� para manter um suspense brega)Katchoca e eu resolvemos, h� um bom tempo, fazer uma mudan�a nisso aqui, por�m a pregui�a reinou e deixamos do jeito que estava. Agora chega! Isso aqui mais parece blog de duas pessoas q dividem um peda�o por economia de dom�nio gratuito. Voc�s n�o sabem: somos mais do que amigas. Existe uma enorme </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84295928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84295928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/mudanas.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84294296</id><published>2002-11-09T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T21:41:10.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recebi essa dica hoje de um amigo matem�tico mas � boa coisa! (hehehehehehehehehe)Todo dia tem tirinha nova! Confiram:�h, bichinhos mal feitos...Abra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84294296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84294296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/recebi-essa-dica-hoje-de-um-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84286723</id><published>2002-11-09T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T16:57:20.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que sentimento burro � esse chamado amor?� ele que faz com que tudo fique em segundo plano, at� mesmo o organismo que o sustenta! Ele nos torna ego�stas, ali�s, umbiguistas. N�o importa os flagelos, desde que tenhamos aquele ou aquela do nosso lado!� auto-destrutivo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84286723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84286723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/que-sentimento-burro-esse-chamado-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84261922</id><published>2002-11-09T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T00:43:16.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje, s� por hoje, esse blog adota uma roupagem diferente.FELAS DA PUTA!!!!Hoje � tarde, notem, numa sexta-feira, apareceram aqui em casa dois funcion�rios mal-paridos da Light pedindo para ver a conta referente a setembro. Eles disseram que teriam que cortar a luz porque n�o constava o pagamento daquele m�s. E olha que curioso, SOMOS CADASTRADOS EM D�BITO AUTOM�TICO!!!! DESDE SEMPRE!!!Se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84261922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84261922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/hoje-s-por-hoje-esse-blog-adota-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84241270</id><published>2002-11-08T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T15:32:05.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma mensagem de paz a todos, sintam o poder dessa palavra:OBERIOHAIR!!!Abra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84241270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84241270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/uma-mensagem-de-paz-todos-sintam-o.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84207868</id><published>2002-11-08T01:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T01:20:21.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Com certeza essa � uma das coisas mais s�bias que j� foram ditas!Como ele era brilhante....A coisa mais injusta sobre a vida � a maneira como ela termina.Eu acho que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida est� todo de tr�s pra frente.N�s dever�amos morrer primeiro, nos livrar logo disso. Da� viver num asilo,at� ser chutado pra fora de l� por estar muito novo.Ganhar um rel�gio de ouro e ir trabalhar. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84207868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84207868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/com-certeza-essa-uma-das-coisas-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84157384</id><published>2002-11-07T02:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T02:43:52.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vai haver um momento em que voc� vai se entregar. Em que os seus olhos n�o v�o desviar a tempo de n�o ficarem aprisionados.Vai haver um momento em que voc�, deliciosamente, sucumbir� a tudo aquilo que observa e n�o adianta quantas vezes voc� for despertar, j� vai estar profundamente envolto no leito. N�o interessa o quanto voc� h� de se debater e agitar os bra�os no ar para desfazer os la�os que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84157384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84157384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/vai-haver-um-momento-em-que-voc-vai-se.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84090255</id><published>2002-11-05T22:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T22:35:04.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Essa � a marca a� em cima � dos 400 anos da cidade do Rio de Janeiro. Foi feita pelo designer Alo�sio Magalh�es que foi o pioneiro da �rea no Brasil. Ele foi um dos fundadores da ESDI (Escola Superior de Desenho Industrial), respons�vel pelas marcas das nossas estatais como Petrobr�s e Light. O dia Nacional do designer � comemorado no dia de seu nascimento, 5 de novembro. E � atrav�s dela que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84090255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84090255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/essa-marca-em-cima-dos-400-anos-da.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84044258</id><published>2002-11-05T02:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T02:25:40.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pena que n�o vivemos num Mundo Perfeito...Sigam o ratinho e saibam mais:&lt;:3 )~~Abra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84044258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84044258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/pena-que-no-vivemos-num-mundo-perfeito.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-84041139</id><published>2002-11-05T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T01:10:18.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O sangue j� amarelou.Ol�, queridos-fi�is-escassos leitores!Dia bom hoje! Assisti Abril Despeda�ado e digo que � muito bom! De novo, o p�blico est� muito aqu�m do filme mas vamos falar sobre coisas boas. O Rodrigo Santoro � mesmo uma gracinha e o filme merece todo o "bafaf�" (palavra interessante essa, n�o acham?) que recebeu. � um filme que, se voc� tiver o m�nimo de sensibilidade, te deixa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84041139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/84041139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/o-sangue-j-amarelou.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83984604</id><published>2002-11-04T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T00:14:54.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ol�, queridos!Volto aqui para deixar-lhes a dica do III PROJETA BRASIL CINEMARK que vai acontecer hoje, dia 4/11, segunda-feira.� a chance de dar uma conferida em alguns filmes do cinema nacional a R$ 1,00! E, apesar de ter doen�as cinematrogr�ficas como Xuxa e os Duentes, h� coisas como Neto Perde sua Alma, Abril Despeda�ado e at� mesmo Cidade de Deus.O ratinho os guiar� para checarem a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83984604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83984604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/ol-queridos-volto-aqui-para-deixar.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83943815</id><published>2002-11-03T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T22:27:56.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J� acertaram o rel�gio?Enfim�, estava assistindo � reprise de Saia Justa e a Fernanda Young disse duas coisas interessant�ssimas! A primeira:Um dia ainda vou ter uma bunda e ser inteligente!Ha! Adorei essa!!! T�o nacional esse conflito!A segunda coisa que me chamou aten��o e motivou esse post, foi que j� foi constatado que ao ler uma poesia em voz alta, as batidas card�acas do leitor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83943815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83943815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/j-acertaram-o-relgio-enfim-estava.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83937365</id><published>2002-11-02T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T21:42:12.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sou Jean GreyQual X-Men � voc�?Justo ela?? Tudo bem, n�o havia a op��o de ser a Tempestade mesmo... E pelo menos eu tenho o poder da Phoenix!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83937365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83937365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/sou-jean-greyqual-x-men-voc-justo-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83936521</id><published>2002-11-02T21:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T21:18:32.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gente, uma figura aqui que mostra como mundo t� perdido.Esse fdp � o homem mais poderoso do mundo... Tamo fritos!&lt;:3 )~~Abra�os a todos e que os Deuses nos salvem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83936521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83936521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/gente-uma-figura-aqui-que-mostra-como.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83936381</id><published>2002-11-02T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T21:08:55.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ol�, queridos!Nossa, ontem fui numa das melhores festas! Nem tanta comida, nem tanta bebida, nem tanta gente legal, mas o lance � que foi dentro de um barco que deu umas voltas pelo Ba�a de Guanabara. Ent�o, s� do passeio j� valeu! Eu n�o sou a mais chegada em festas mas essa tava boa, apesar de n�o ter conhecido quase ningu�m, estavam dois grandes amigos (fazendo as contas ontem de quanto tempo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83936381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83936381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/ol-queridos-nossa-ontem-fui-numa-das.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83888492</id><published>2002-11-01T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T17:12:44.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M�sica da vez: Mystic Forest, Nobuo UematsuAbra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83888492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83888492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/msica-da-vez-mystic-forest-nobuo.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83888322</id><published>2002-11-01T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T19:26:23.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O que pode significar  tudo isso?Quantos s�o necess�rios para formar uma s� voz, harm�nica e afinada?Quantas estrelas s�o necess�rias para haver uma gal�xia quando basta um �nico buraco negro para sugar toda a sua luz?Onde tudo isso vai dar? At� onde os tra�os do meu rosto formam de fato uma pessoa? E que pessoa seria essa?A onda se ergue, sim, bela e altiva, mas ela tamb�m se dobra exausta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83888322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83888322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/o-que-pode-significar-tudo-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83859526</id><published>2002-11-01T01:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T01:47:15.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma homenagem singela mas muito justa a um dos maiores escritores que o Brasil j� fez.�As sem raz�es do amor�Eu te amo porque te amoN�o precisas ser amante, e nem sabes s�-lo.Eu te amo porque te amo.Amor � estado de gra�a e com amor n�o se paga.Amor � dado de gra�a, � semeado no vento, na cachoeira, no eclipse.Amor foge � dicion�rios e regulamentos v�rios.Eu te amo porque n�o amo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83859526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83859526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/uma-homenagem-singela-mas-muito-justa.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83857932</id><published>2002-11-01T01:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T01:03:09.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Havia algo de sobrenatural naqueles dentes.Eles j� haviam mordido uma vez e n�o tardariam a fazer isso novamente. Era apenas quest�o de tempo.Tempo...no fundo de todas as coisas, era isso que as regia e mesmo assim n�o queria dizer nada.Os olhos estavam dissimulados, e a boca, ainda semi-aberta, esbo�ando aquele sorriso t�o odiado.Atacava-me os nervos! As m�os dedilhavam o ar distraidamente, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83857932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83857932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/11/havia-algo-de-sobrenatural-naqueles.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83764067</id><published>2002-10-30T07:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T01:38:38.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>P�rola do dia (e hoje veio em dose dupla!)"Depois de um tempo, elas se auto-v�o-embora" (Calma que tem mais!)"Eu quis dizer que elas se destruem"D.D.Desculpa, Dzinha, mas n�o resisti!Mas entendam, povo, n�o era nem 6:30 da manh�! Tendo em vista isso, pe�o que reparem no hor�rio em que o post foi feito e no hor�rio em que D.D. deixou seu coment�rio sobre ele. Reparem que no Quem � Voc�?! n</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83764067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83764067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/prola-do-dia-e-hoje-veio-em-dose-dupla.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83699146</id><published>2002-10-29T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T01:10:16.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gente, passo aqui s� para deixar uma dica de um texto que foi brilhantemente (espero que n�o profeticamente) escrito pelo Odisseu Kapyn l� no Cocada Boa.Sigam o ratinho e leiam, que vale a pena!&lt;:3 )~~Mais um vez, abra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83699146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83699146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/gente-passo-aqui-s-para-deixar-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83697343</id><published>2002-10-29T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T00:35:18.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tanto poder em t�o pouco esfor�o.O poder mora no passivo, pois � o passivo que entende o tempo e a raz�o de cada coisa. � o passivo que entende que todos t�m poder e todos, cedo ou tarde, o exercer�o. � o passivo que sabe que vale a pena esperar.O que � mais passivo do que um olhar? E ainda, o que pode ser mais forte do que isso, mais marcante? Mais avassalador?Ah, meu dan�arino, quando h� de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83697343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83697343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/tanto-poder-em-to-pouco-esforo.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83670493</id><published>2002-10-28T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T11:07:43.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que ano, hein, cambada? E olha que ainda nem acabou.Copa no Jap�o (at� o Felip�o mostrou a que veio!), elei��o, uma competi��o intermin�vel de (in)compet�ncia no governo do Rio, nem mesmo meu antigo namoro de 3 anos e meio sobreviveu a 2002. Agora, para completar, Lula, LULA, no poder. Eu sei, votei nele, mas n�o imaginava que eu fosse viver para ver isso. Vamos cruzar os dedinhos para que tudo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83670493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83670493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/que-ano-hein-cambada-e-olha-que-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83644704</id><published>2002-10-28T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T01:43:45.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(....)Postei no blog errado... Desculpem-me. Mas se ficaram curiosos � s� clicar no link e ler do q se tratava.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83644704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83644704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83589587</id><published>2002-10-27T08:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T09:00:31.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, nada como ser instigante...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83589587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83589587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/ah-nada-como-ser-instigante.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83589331</id><published>2002-10-27T08:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T08:36:53.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At� nos momentos de ang�stia, por que n�o uma boa piada?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83589331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83589331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/at-nos-momentos-de-angstia-por-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83578792</id><published>2002-10-27T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T01:38:28.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aquela noite acabara ali. Meus olhos j� estava fechados h� um bom tempo, sem inten��o de abr�-los.E ele inconformado. Tenso. Havia me cobrido, em respeito e em pudor pela minha figura desnuda, pela ofensa da minha nudez.Ele a entendia e a acatava. Ofensa!Bovarista c�nico! Eu era tudo aquilo que o mundo havia lhe negado e agora eu j� n�o era boa o suficiente, sem o estandarte.Sem a m�scara de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83578792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83578792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/aquela-noite-acabara-ali.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83439769</id><published>2002-10-24T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T00:08:31.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu poderia. Sim, eu poderia! N�o seria t�o dif�cil, nem t�o doloroso.O vento acabou de soprar forte e fechou a janela brutamente. Ele sabe que odeio isso mas continua fazendo mesmo assim. Dores... Se pelo menos eu fosse at� l� e jogasse na cara dele o que os seus atos provocaram, tudo ficaria em paz. Mas tudo me diz para n�o faz�-lo, os meus sapatos ecoando no assoalho, meus cabelos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83439769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83439769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/eu-poderia.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83333284</id><published>2002-10-22T00:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T00:41:34.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>P�rola do dia"Cara, pior que estou com frio nos cotovelos de novo!" (Sim, isso j� havia sido dito antes!)DelaruaAbra�os a todos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83333284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83333284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/prola-do-dia-cara-pior-que-estou-com.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83265402</id><published>2002-10-20T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T18:58:02.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>P�rola do dia[19:54] &lt;@Katanah&gt; JulietaSuicida, notou que estamos conversando via mirc e icq simultanemanete?Desculpa, Kath, mas n�o resisti!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83265402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83265402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/prola-do-dia-1954-julietasuicida-notou.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83262076</id><published>2002-10-20T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T09:24:29.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Atualizado em 23/10Ah, nada como realizar antigas vontades...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83262076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83262076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/atualizado-em-2310-ah-nada-como.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83226879</id><published>2002-10-19T19:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T14:47:20.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Ironias da VidaPois �, n�....M�sica da vez: Lascia La Spina, de Haendel. A int�rprete que eu recomendo s� pode ser uma: Cec�lia Bartoli Abra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83226879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83226879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/as-ironias-da-vida-pois-n.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83226489</id><published>2002-10-19T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T18:55:49.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um post pequeninoEu s� queria contar que hoje vi um jip�o Toyota Bandeirante estacionado dentro do Maracan� (teve simulado l�)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Quase babei em cima do carro. LIN-DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fiquei com uma vontade louca de me esfregar no ve�culo, mas j� tou com fama de maluca, se fizesse isso seria motivo de chacota.Ahhh! Que felicidade!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83226489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83226489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/um-post-pequenino-eu-s-queria-contar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83224409</id><published>2002-10-19T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T03:56:08.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:A VIDA � CHEIA DE PESSOAS INTERESSANTES:.Esse � o primeiro de uma s�rie de post sobre as pessoas que aparecem no nosso caminho e que sempre rendem boas hist�rias. E, pelas pessoas que eu conhe�o, podem crer que haver� muitos posts sob esse t�tulo.O primeiro (licen�a aos meus outros amigos, mas voc�s, que o conhecem, sabem que n�o pode ser outro a abrir esse Hall da Fama) � um grande e antigo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83224409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83224409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83222503</id><published>2002-10-19T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T17:10:26.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O post abaixo n�o � pessoal! O que veio de gente no ICQ perguntar o que est� acontecendo comigo foi impressionante.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83222503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83222503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/o-post-abaixo-no-pessoal-o-que-veio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83155260</id><published>2002-10-18T02:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T20:28:05.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N�o fumei. N�o transei. N�o bebi. N�o cheirei, mas quis. Nunca voei, mas irei. Posso me ver caindo do terra�o de um arranha-c�u; imagino como � a sensa��o de cada vez estar mais pr�xima do momento no qual cairei de cabe�a na vida. Ah! Alegria. Pular sem amarramas; as deixarei l� no alto para algum safado se enrolar e n�o me alcan�ar. Ningu�m ir� me impedir, quero provar o real! Gozar quando minha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83155260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83155260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/no-fumei.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83115786</id><published>2002-10-17T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T10:32:36.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salve, sagrado quinteto!Bom, viram que eu furei bunito a promessa de ontem! D� at� para imaginar voc�s, em seus respectivos pcs, acessando correndo o Quem � Voc�?!, doidos para saber da minha important�ssima cr�tica ao W.C. Bush. E quando a p�gina carregou, voc�s ainda deram atualizar, porque simplesmente n�o podiam acreditar que eu havia cometido tal falha. Sinto por t�-los decepcionado. As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83115786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83115786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/salve-sagrado-quinteto-bom-viram-que.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83072169</id><published>2002-10-16T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T14:57:03.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom, eu j� dei a dica desse site antes, mas hoje eu achei uma coisa nele que merece aten��o especial, principalmente se voc� for carioca, como eu e a D.D.O t�tulo � Rosinha 1X0 Constitui��o. Para ler, sigam o ratinho. &lt;:3 )~~E aguardem, porque hoje eu ainda vou jogar aqui algo muito revoltado com o W.C. Bush.Abra�o a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83072169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83072169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/bom-eu-j-dei-dica-desse-site-antes-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83045921</id><published>2002-10-16T00:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T02:13:00.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aquilo que � essencial � invis�vel para os olhos.O telefone toca, voc� se levanta pregui�osamente, com aquela cara de "Quem deve ser?" ou pior ainda "Ser� que �...?" Voc� at� pensa em olhar no identificador, mas a luz n�o est� boa e o telefone continua tocando, � melhor atender antes que a secret�ria eletr�nica o fa�a. Ent�o quando voc� atende, faz-se a luz! S� pelo al� voc� sente que todo o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83045921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83045921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/aquilo-que-essencial-invisvel-para-os.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-83029907</id><published>2002-10-15T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T17:39:03.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Achei essa navegando por a�, e hoje, por falta de uma nova m�sica da vez, por falta de uma boa mensagem de paz nos cora��es dos homens de bem, l� vou eu de novo parasitar o trabalho dos outros! Abra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83029907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/83029907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/achei-essa-navegando-por-e-hoje-por.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82991716</id><published>2002-10-14T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T00:49:51.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Essa ang�stia que n�o me deixa... Sua causa � uma abrupta separa��o eterna. N�o poder mais voltar a mergulhar naquele universo t�o �nico que s� ele teve o dom de conseguir me conduzir com tamanha desenvoltura.Fi�dor Dostoi�vski. O nome desse malfeitor c�lebre j� foi muito pronunciado por mim neste blog- e por muitos em outras �pocas.A minha moment�nea irrita��o se deve ao fato dele n�o ter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82991716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82991716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/essa-angstia-que-no-me-deixa.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82979265</id><published>2002-10-14T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T00:21:50.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fate is just the weight of circumstancesThat's the way that lady luck dancesAh, odeio esses dias... Parece que a noite sempre me prepara para eles. Tive uns sonhos estranhos, inc�modos dos quais n�o consigo me lembrar direito mas que deixam uma sensa��o inc�moda. Simplesmente acordei assim. Explica��o? Pode ser a mais �ltima, poderosa e atualizada urucubaca que se abateu sobre o meu carro</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82979265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82979265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/fate-is-just-weight-of-circumstances.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82953460</id><published>2002-10-14T03:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T16:38:52.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ol�, mais uma vez, povo!Volto aqui para informar-lhes de um blog hil�rio! O link j� est� na nossa lista permanente, mas se perguntarem ao ratinho, ele sabe. N�o deixem de visitar! � garantia de boooas risadas! Eu at� pensei em tomar emprestadas algumas imagens de l� para botar aqui, mas a� eu acabaria botando todas! Particularmente, gostei muito do Garotizou!!Divirtam-se l�, queridos! &lt;:3 )~~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82953460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82953460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/ol-mais-uma-vez-povo-volto-aqui-para.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82949253</id><published>2002-10-14T01:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T17:40:39.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world.*Para sorrir � preciso ter chorado muito.Afinal este muro � para ser permanentemente pixado.M�sica da vez: Roll The Bones, Rush </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82949253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82949253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82857518</id><published>2002-10-11T17:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T17:43:21.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais uma boa cita��o que tomo emprestada para encher ling�i�a:E diz que o En�as sozinho conseguiu eleger sete deputados. Imagine o n�vel dos outros seis. Quero ser candidato do Prona. Ganhar com zero votos. Voc� n�o vota em voc� e ainda ganha!Jos� Sim�o, 09/10/02 na Folha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82857518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82857518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/mais-uma-boa-citao-que-tomo-emprestada.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82857038</id><published>2002-10-11T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T17:30:34.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, nada como as coisas como elas realmente s�o..."Nesta sexta, ajude Jonh Frusciante a comprar sua dose di�ria de hero�na.V� ao show do Red Hot Chilli Peppers.Abra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82857038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82857038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/ah-nada-como-as-coisas-como-elas.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82837479</id><published>2002-10-11T09:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T09:21:01.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Instru��es de uso do Quem � Voc�?!1. Espere o site ser carregado no seu navegador ( e para isso basta conectar � rede e acessar nosso endere�o) e leia o conte�do in�til que � postado regularmente. 2. Ap�s ter executado essa opera��o, clique com o bot�o esquerdo do mouse sobre o atalho Cuspa de volta. 3. Preencha os campos Nome, E-mail, ICQ e Site com os seus respectivos dados e depois escreva </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82837479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82837479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/instrues-de-uso-do-quem-voc-1.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82674895</id><published>2002-10-08T02:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T01:59:41.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ol�, queridos!Bom, eu achei uma das melhores hist�rias na internet. Botei o ratinho aqui para gui�-los, mas n�o sei se voc�s cinco seguiram a dica, ent�o resolvi mudar de t�tica. Segue abaixo a tradu��o do relato, isso torna tudo mais democr�tico. Leiam, e se quiserem conferir a reportagem com as fotos tiradas do tal do Larry Q.I. de Alga Marinha, sigam o ratinho!Larry Walters foi a loja de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82674895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82674895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/ol-queridos-bom-eu-achei-uma-das.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82668172</id><published>2002-10-07T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T23:51:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M�sica da vez: Memory Canyon; Stanley Clarke, Al Dimeola &amp; Jean Luc Ponty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82668172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82668172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/msica-da-vez-memory-canyon-stanley.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82666036</id><published>2002-10-07T22:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T09:09:08.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ser forte, corajoso � uma maneira de fugir de si mesmo.Ol�, pessoas!T�o chato n�o saber como come�ar um post quando se tem tanto a falar....principalmente em um mundo onde tudo � t�o magnificamente esculpido em cinzas. As formas, as sombras, a maneira em que a luz toca a arte s�o sempre tentadoras, mas � s� um vento oscilante, uma respira��o na hora errada e tudo � desfeito, num ato final </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82666036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82666036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/ser-forte-corajoso-uma-maneira-de.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82626831</id><published>2002-10-07T04:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T02:10:33.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O que fomos inventar?Sauda��es, cidad�os e cidadonas do Brasil!Espero que todos tenham cumprido suas obriga��es c�vicas hoje da melhor maneira poss�vel! Pois essas elei��es estavam amaldi�oadas ou o qu�? N�o interessava qual n�mero se teclasse para presidente ou governador, a sensa��o era sempre de que estava se fazendo alguma coisa errada! Fora que eram 6 candidatos! 6!!!! Se com dois, o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82626831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82626831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/o-que-fomos-inventar-saudaes-cidados-e.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82546522</id><published>2002-10-05T01:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T02:15:17.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O sil�ncio respira; almos frescoresMeus cabelos afagam;Salve, salve, salve, car�ssimos!Como est�o? Bem espero! E j� que perguntaram, tamb�m vou bem, bardzo dobrze!Pois n�o � curioso como n�o precisamos de muito para sentir que somos os "preferidos dos Deuses"?� s� algu�m que voc� ama muito dizer, ao telefone mesmo, que te ama igualmente! � s� voc� ver os seus amigos se mancomunando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82546522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82546522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/o-silncio-respira-almos-frescores-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82503927</id><published>2002-10-04T02:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T15:37:43.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem... Sou culpada por sumir logo ap�s voltar a escrever aqui, mas � por um motivo nobre. Como j� comentei aqui antes, estou me mudando e ainda n�o liguei o computador l� por falta de tomada e espa�o... Minha vida est� um pouco desorganizada. Meus cinco leitores entendem, certo?!Um link muitooooo bom sobre o funcionamento dos computadores. Vale a pena conferir com as caixas de som ligadas, por�</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82503927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82503927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82347920</id><published>2002-10-01T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T02:18:58.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S�o talhados em m�rmore de ParosCinzelados por mim pra te oferecerOl�, estimado quinteto de leitores!Digam-me, � engra�ado ou o que esse jeito que a vida tem de agir, de nos mover e brincar com nossas estimativas?Tem certas coisas que s� acreditamos porque est�vamos l�, e ainda assim com uma certa ponta de descren�a, achando que a qualquer momento,  podemos cair na realidade de novo e ver</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82347920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82347920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/10/so-talhados-em-mrmore-de-paros.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82288901</id><published>2002-09-29T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T21:18:25.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem � Azzucena Daher?Pois esta pergunta n�o me sai da cabe�a....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82288901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82288901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/09/quem-azzucena-daher-pois-esta-pergunta.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82224612</id><published>2002-09-28T02:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T02:11:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nada sobre nada.Domingo ter� passeata da Benedita com a maravilhosa Helo�sa Helena, estarei l� com certeza. Na �ltima banquinha do Chico Alencar na Saens Pe�a n�o poderei, preciso terminar de empacotar a minha vida. N�o posso acreditar que me sinto mal por estar saindo daqui, desde que vim para c� pe�o para ir embora. Bem... O que eu poderia esperar? Durante quatro anos vivi momentos bons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82224612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82224612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/09/nada-sobre-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82203795</id><published>2002-09-27T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T02:21:44.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem vem poder o que s� eu posso,Que moro onde nunca ningu�m me visseE escorro os medos do mar sem fundo?Nossa, as coisas est�o meio paradas por aqui...e o pior � que agora n�o h� desculpas para tanto, afinal s�o duas co-autoras...Vamos agitar um pouquinho ent�o!Para come�ar eu vou mandar um graaaaande abra�o para o pessoal do NRPDesign da PUC, dizer que sou uma grande f� das p�rolas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82203795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82203795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/09/quem-vem-poder-o-que-s-eu-posso-que.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82133669</id><published>2002-09-26T03:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T03:08:00.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CIDADE DE DEUS � como uma passeata pela paz na Vieira Souto: a classe m�dia fica chocada com uma ou outra hist�ria que escuta por l�, toma a sua cervejinha e vai para casa dormir, feliz da vida, achando que j� fez a sua parte.Sauda��es, caros 5 leitores!Acabo de voltar de uma sess�o de Cidade de Deus e digo-vos que o filme � b�rbaro! Brilhante e tristemente real! Ele mostra um retrato cru das </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82133669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82133669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/09/cidade-de-deus-como-uma-passeata-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82026343</id><published>2002-09-24T00:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T00:17:24.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um simples gestoAndava numa rua de terra esburacada que com a chuva estava cheia de po�as de �gua barrenta. Minha cabe�a estava ainda na maldita prova de f�sica e s� vi o carro ao meu lado quando o motorista parou. Ele fez sinal com a m�o para q eu passase e quando j� estava distante, ele seguiu seu caminho tentando desviar da �gua. O mundo n�o est� t�o perdido quanto acho que est�. Existe um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82026343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82026343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/09/um-simples-gesto-andava-numa-rua-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-82006398</id><published>2002-09-23T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T16:21:42.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Volto aqui para recomendar-vos um site com v�rios colunistas de peso, como Tutty Vasques e Zuenir Ventura. N�o digo que concordo com tudo que h� nele, mas o mero exerc�cio saud�vel da discord�ncia � sempre valioso. &lt;:3 )~~ Voltai aqui e compartilhai das pr�prias opini�es que v�s nutris. (Ando erudita ou o qu�?) Convido-vos a agitar vossas pr�prias certezas.Abra�os a todos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82006398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/82006398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/09/volto-aqui-para-recomendar-vos-um-site.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-81998966</id><published>2002-09-23T13:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T02:24:12.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ssssssssssssssim! Sim, meus queridos! Os boatos s�o verdadeiros! Ela est� de volta!!!A for�a que n�s, eu e meus cinco estimad�ssimos leitores, exercemos � muito tentadora para resistir. No fundo, o meu cora��o sabia que eu n�o ficaria muito tempo aqui sozinha. Porque mesmo se a D.D. n�o voltasse logo, eu traria uma outra pessoa para ficar no lugar dela. Katanah ! n�o perde tempoQuanto �s novas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/81998966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/81998966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/09/ssssssssssssssim-sim-meus-queridos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-81959220</id><published>2002-09-22T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T16:26:46.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um sociedade estupidamente machistaUm bando de jovens curtindo sua noite numa festa da Get�lio Vargas (SP), resolvem levar os amassos mais adiante e entram numa das cabines feitas para dar maior intimidade aos que queriam transar. Dias depois descobrem suas fotos pela internet.Isso j� � um absurdo. Nenhum deles autorizou filmar a cena, muito menos espalh�-la pela rede. Antes o barulho parasse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/81959220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/81959220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/09/um-sociedade-estupidamente-machista-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Eilan </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015402767238233925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-81955263</id><published>2002-09-22T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T14:38:27.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O for a voice like thunder, and a tongueTo drown the throat of war! - When the sensesAre shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressedFight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?When the whirlwind of fury comes from theThrone of god, when the frowns of his countenanceDrive the nations together, who can stand?When Sin claps his broad wings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/81955263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/81955263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/09/o-for-voice-like-thunder-and-tongue-to.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505374.post-81953311</id><published>2002-09-22T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T13:37:34.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Notem, nesse causo relatado abaixo, como a cultura que um indiv�duo adquire atrav�s da leitura pode fazer toda a diferen�a de uma resposta bem dada:Um brasileiro e um ingl�s viajavam juntos, poltrona lado a lado. O brasileiro, dormindo, pendia a cabe�a no ombro do ingl�s constantemente. Certa hora, o ingl�s encheu o saco de ficar empurrando o brasileiro e resolveu acordar o dito cujo. Olhando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/81953311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3505374/posts/default/81953311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loucomundo.blogspot.com/2002/09/notem-nesse-causo-relatado-abaixo-como.html' title=''/><author><name>A Rainha Diaba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
