tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607912811241591882024-03-19T15:21:59.298+10:30Do lado de cáIdéias, expressões, falta do que fazer. By Claudia LordaoClaudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-79955664076196734742010-12-30T00:11:00.007+10:302010-12-30T00:18:06.358+10:30Adeus Ano Velho!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnh2ms4_TPkDCmRv0j5MO_GDjylYcNhX0t2XjqWGDcYRgNIjko52k5bp36BR4drLAxEDiuLzRHOPsyhMfV-zmEbOBoXpFpJG2rf66H_hT2_-G17-Cik8OQuJy-t9FXVCO9sT5_Fk54KI/s1600/17069_1262367080423_1267082638_30882872_7622895_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnh2ms4_TPkDCmRv0j5MO_GDjylYcNhX0t2XjqWGDcYRgNIjko52k5bp36BR4drLAxEDiuLzRHOPsyhMfV-zmEbOBoXpFpJG2rf66H_hT2_-G17-Cik8OQuJy-t9FXVCO9sT5_Fk54KI/s400/17069_1262367080423_1267082638_30882872_7622895_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Sydney - Foto by Sergio Lordao</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No próximo dia 31 não estaremos nos despedindo somente de mais um ano! Diremos adeus à primeira década desse milênio… 10 anos se passaram como se 10 horas fossem. Embora, às vezes, tenho a sensação de terem sido 10 séculos….</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quanta coisa muda em 10 anos! Mas paradoxalmente, às vezes tudo parece igual! Mas não é… não mesmo!</span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Meu filhote adentrou a década vestido de Batman e Homem Aranha, não sabia ler nem escrever! Vai sair dela tocando guitarra, mais alto que eu e cheio de pontos de vista e das certezas dos adolescentes. Olho pra ele e penso na próxima década….ah, a incerteza do futuro… Mas o que quero agora é escrever sobre essa que está pra acabar.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quantas lembranças… memórias em flash de um pouco do que vivi … Festa da virada do milênio, vestido igual ao da namorada de alguém. Pô!!! Muita risada! E muita alegria de estar com amigos queridos. Casamentos. Muita dança! Fogo na cortina! Filho na escola nova. Apresentações de fim de ano! Muita emoção, sempre! Filho aprendendo a ler e escrever. Que coisa mais linda! Mudanças de casa, de cidade, mas ainda no Brasil! Mudanças de emprego! Muitos desafios! Amigos novos, amigos verdadeiros. Almoços no Nova América. Praia. Muita praia! Até o fim do dia. Muitas viagens! Festas de fim de ano! Carnavais em Búzios. Quanta comida! Algumas mortes e separações (faz parte da vida). Tristezas. .. Passeios com os amigos. No jardim Botânico. No Parque Lage. Em Tere. Reencontros. Algumas brigas, nenhuma “para sempre”. Medo da violência do Rio. Vontade de ir embora. Mudança de país! Vida de cabeça pra baixo! Reaprender! Se sentir burra. Se sentir criança de novo. E aí, descobrir que, de repente, sou capaz de rir das situação que antes me faziam chorar. Muitos novos amigos! Muito aprendizado! Orgulho da própria coragem em recomeçar. Início da “briga” com a saudade. Muitos lugares novos. Novos empregos. Novas palavras, mesmo em português.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Essa década foi tudo isso e muito mais. Saio dela com algumas certezas (principalmente sobre o que eu não quero pra mim) e muitas, muitas dúvidas. Ou seria algumas dúvidas e muitas, muitas certezas? Não sei... "Só sei que nada sei"!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saio feliz. Mas, principalmente, saio querendo mais! Muito mais!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Feliz 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014… </span></span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-52434758450154525572010-12-21T21:44:00.001+10:302010-12-21T21:45:20.067+10:30Feliz Natal!!!!<a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/VPUj4CloHEIRNZVa">Clique aqui pra ver a minha dança natalina! :)</a>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-23714176714525926452010-11-09T21:31:00.001+10:302010-11-09T21:32:34.248+10:30Pequeno Guia de Diferenças Culturais<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Sobre banhos, dentes e higiene em geral</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Uma das coisas que mais me chama a atenção, desde que cheguei em terras australianas, é a higiene (ou a falta de) dos australianos e afins.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu sei que a diferença cultural é grande, e que o que pra gente pode parecer absurdo, pra eles é totalmente normal.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E vice- versa. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E é no vice-versa que a gente pode se dar mal.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Essa semana que passou descobri, por exemplo, a razão do australiano e do inglês não escovar o dente depois do almoço. Vejam só: um colega de trabalho do meu marido chegou indignado no escritório comentando de um pessoal estrangeiro que insiste em escovar os dentes no banheiro da faculdade. Ele, descendente de inglês, disse que acha isso uma das coisas mais nojentas do mundo, pois a escova de dentes tem que ficar no seu banheiro, e não guardada numa nécessaire e ser - que heresia - usada em um banheiro público. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Foi uma revelação! Pra mim, eles eram uns porcos que não escovavam os dentes depois do almoço! Mas vejam só, eles acham que os porcos somos nós, que usamos nossa preciosa escova de dentes no mesmo banheiro que qualquer um pode freqüentar!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vivendo e aprendendo…. em terras australianas, a “dona do chiqueirinho” sou eu!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-20932570614501613872010-10-24T20:37:00.001+10:302010-10-24T20:38:10.366+10:30Saudades!!!<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR">Tenho sentido tantas saudades! Daqueles que não estão mais ao meu lado. Dos que deixei no Brasil. Saudades de quem está indo embora. De quem não está mais aqui.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR">Saudade é uma coisa engraçada. Eu aprendi, de verdade, a conviver com ela. Na maioria das vezes ela fica quietinha, num cantinho da minha mente. (Já escrevi sobre isso <a href="http://pensandodoladodeca.blogspot.com/2010/06/inverno.html">aqui</a>…) Até consigo esquecer que ela existe.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR">Mas, em um domingo como este, que mistura o aniversário do meu pai com o último dia de queridos amigos aqui na Austrália… nossa! A danada tá tomando conta de mim! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR">… tudo o que eu queria nessa vida, de verdade, era ter um teletransportador!</span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-62844805265812319962010-09-13T21:24:00.000+09:302010-09-13T21:24:21.402+09:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyo_APDvPFS6NXvB_9PM3Yd9eftkxKLEYDktewhbEcI5LkAG0SGcbYZCE1RL9nFCoHbrOl8O6BCzJ43L4r9eZm2UOhectBvTVzP7g4uXSPOTv5wvRCOELennTVMhkMEnF04qCo8Dx9ptI/s1600/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyo_APDvPFS6NXvB_9PM3Yd9eftkxKLEYDktewhbEcI5LkAG0SGcbYZCE1RL9nFCoHbrOl8O6BCzJ43L4r9eZm2UOhectBvTVzP7g4uXSPOTv5wvRCOELennTVMhkMEnF04qCo8Dx9ptI/s320/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyo_APDvPFS6NXvB_9PM3Yd9eftkxKLEYDktewhbEcI5LkAG0SGcbYZCE1RL9nFCoHbrOl8O6BCzJ43L4r9eZm2UOhectBvTVzP7g4uXSPOTv5wvRCOELennTVMhkMEnF04qCo8Dx9ptI/s1600/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcijm_oV6DAopMeAF_u1CK2iuTK26gdyqf8iLnhECKGEnxjJzidwgFoiDBttoIy7E-0mJWBGewk0XYDS_pJCCwq-xDQEW9v5T00aE3StUUXFoH_8rKtv-9XDJ6hL8T7OIdQPvStP-YQI/s1600/OgAAABAbXBtGQnXJdCFBFf5ka1zhRgbKH0Pil-5GOXyRSu71LAvS3citfmwcmwu9aBkUODKmxxP1RDLn3x_BIxSSaBwAm1T1UKJ0XQ379G3xL3r5ff44qEx5c_xn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcijm_oV6DAopMeAF_u1CK2iuTK26gdyqf8iLnhECKGEnxjJzidwgFoiDBttoIy7E-0mJWBGewk0XYDS_pJCCwq-xDQEW9v5T00aE3StUUXFoH_8rKtv-9XDJ6hL8T7OIdQPvStP-YQI/s400/OgAAABAbXBtGQnXJdCFBFf5ka1zhRgbKH0Pil-5GOXyRSu71LAvS3citfmwcmwu9aBkUODKmxxP1RDLn3x_BIxSSaBwAm1T1UKJ0XQ379G3xL3r5ff44qEx5c_xn.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Adelaide CBD - By Sergio Lordao</span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-65492737970604842322010-09-09T20:57:00.002+09:302010-09-09T20:59:56.842+09:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Victor Harbour - Mãe e filho - By Sergio Lordao</span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-71732409452692561772010-09-09T20:52:00.001+09:302010-09-09T20:53:22.176+09:30Mulher de 30<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Como os 40 são os novos 30, me identifico de corpo e alma com as tirinhas da Cibele Santos! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quer saber mais? É só clicar na tirinha acima.</span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-31137653893861254782010-09-07T21:35:00.001+09:302010-09-07T21:35:56.302+09:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXUcbhqumVMF2gRP516ihbUdxQUy_79SdU_-OOV64eDgwGMZnZ4xLIPhvyHTI0D22SZ9qR6aBbuRWHzI0sJfNlo0k4NdUn5IAfDQQ1jG4XFUfOLVGnAEIWrWa8Aw47zeSJwsM_OwghKM/s1600/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXUcbhqumVMF2gRP516ihbUdxQUy_79SdU_-OOV64eDgwGMZnZ4xLIPhvyHTI0D22SZ9qR6aBbuRWHzI0sJfNlo0k4NdUn5IAfDQQ1jG4XFUfOLVGnAEIWrWa8Aw47zeSJwsM_OwghKM/s320/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWt0uIawhvtVVHSjMI9kOE2FeYGBo8lRh0-14SxtBiOMWojuUsxt9hIw3uZze9wpY7cXqW3pbxNaXV6gChl0kh0pP_ncUFE1ijzx2MDf92CjjMMldETnyxUFud5Kg2RQzalU8vphNs8o/s1600/OgAAAHLBjg-3BMGEGUJJCr3CqzE59AgFRrG7AZBAiQ0SVs7jy3r-IZJ0cvUJpSucnd6s01td5JTgPm_R7QlkzlgkAE0Am1T1UOR-ir5c1rMFKTRPB0ZHcDhisetT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWt0uIawhvtVVHSjMI9kOE2FeYGBo8lRh0-14SxtBiOMWojuUsxt9hIw3uZze9wpY7cXqW3pbxNaXV6gChl0kh0pP_ncUFE1ijzx2MDf92CjjMMldETnyxUFud5Kg2RQzalU8vphNs8o/s400/OgAAAHLBjg-3BMGEGUJJCr3CqzE59AgFRrG7AZBAiQ0SVs7jy3r-IZJ0cvUJpSucnd6s01td5JTgPm_R7QlkzlgkAE0Am1T1UOR-ir5c1rMFKTRPB0ZHcDhisetT.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Adelaide CBD - By Sergio Lordao</span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-62374120543054732342010-09-07T20:40:00.008+09:302010-09-07T21:38:22.181+09:30Vá. Mas não de botas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnbykDRKQJZ0IXa11oYic-bt5yqRRHGO3p5OahDBf1hmWud3JX_ynZyrrbNBiwis44IbLSpsvMCHPq3oGswxPqLXelc5L0dWqyj7Vs179Cy0CVlkJF65wjGCpfAVlS2RgJG739t_k4Nw/s1600/1273096281255387.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnbykDRKQJZ0IXa11oYic-bt5yqRRHGO3p5OahDBf1hmWud3JX_ynZyrrbNBiwis44IbLSpsvMCHPq3oGswxPqLXelc5L0dWqyj7Vs179Cy0CVlkJF65wjGCpfAVlS2RgJG739t_k4Nw/s400/1273096281255387.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Coloque uma roupa simples. Não abuse nos acessórios. Nem pense em colocar aquele seu cinto com fivela transada. E muito menos uma bota que vai demorar uns 5 minutos pra você tirar (de cada pé) na hora que tiver que passar pelo detector de metais. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois de levar 10 minutos tentando tirar - de uma forma socialmente aceitável - um par de botas que, em casa, pra conseguir tal façanha, você tem que deitar na cama, levantar a perna, puxá-la em sua direção e empurrar pra cima a maldita da bota com as mãos; você vai sair do lado de lá do detector de metais totalmente transtornada, irritada e desarrumada. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Descalça, sem cinto e bufando, você vai procurar pelas suas coisas. Bolsa, sobretudo, laptop, cinto, botas. E aí, mais uns 10 minutos pra colocar as desgraçadas. Nessa hora, você jura que vai voltar a fazer yoga, alongamento, pilates, o que for. Tudo que você quer é acabar logo com esse martírio. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Humilhada, você segue em direção ao seu portão de embarque. Senta. Procura se acalmar. Vai ser um dia longo. São apenas 6:15 da manhã. E você só retorna no vôo das 7 da noite. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E aí, você se dá conta! Desesperada, você fecha os olhos, com raiva: na volta, vai acontecer tudo de novo!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A essa altura você odeia as suas botas com todas as suas forças. Você respira fundo e se levanta. Hora de embarcar. Vai ser um dia realmente longo, você pensa. E entra no avião, sem olhar para trás.</span></span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-44101436905677199032010-09-06T19:22:00.003+09:302010-09-06T19:23:10.797+09:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8lRNA0J74TteybdL5yxJcOCoagRWzuhBoRnd3HEAzkiTsnozu_IpKwkGA748ftEOLyevZSg7JqGe_P37UGg7jgYCN471SOGkG1atQedQQDsL8aFxBC8b_-Y8ny1eG7yFm8WlUaXNuRM/s1600/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8lRNA0J74TteybdL5yxJcOCoagRWzuhBoRnd3HEAzkiTsnozu_IpKwkGA748ftEOLyevZSg7JqGe_P37UGg7jgYCN471SOGkG1atQedQQDsL8aFxBC8b_-Y8ny1eG7yFm8WlUaXNuRM/s320/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Estirada no sofá, sem querer em mais nada pensar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Com frio, com sono, com vontade de comer chocolate.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E feliz.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-59074142196304165252010-09-01T19:57:00.000+09:302010-09-01T19:57:12.769+09:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv78MOFv-mzExmtQv1_bec_BFhMLO9JAOuGPeF_Pkzw6_NveEBYe0529DmB_flo7Z2Vvp7imTKQf3Xm9DswqAuM7KioQg_Bjji20w092OFoZzjN1KB7761QG9cDO2E4QW6NYDktjsrBUc/s1600/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv78MOFv-mzExmtQv1_bec_BFhMLO9JAOuGPeF_Pkzw6_NveEBYe0529DmB_flo7Z2Vvp7imTKQf3Xm9DswqAuM7KioQg_Bjji20w092OFoZzjN1KB7761QG9cDO2E4QW6NYDktjsrBUc/s320/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hojé é dia do Blog, então parabéns para o meu, que tem apenas alguns meses de vida.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E parabéns para a Cris Guerra, que hoje comemora 3 anos de postagens diárias (menos nos fins de semana) no seu Blog </span><a href="http://www.hojevouassim.com.br/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hoje Vou Assim</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Só quem já fez um blog, sabe o que é postar diariamente, durante três anos, faça chuva ou faça sol.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E pra comemorar com você, Cris, hoje eu fui assim:</span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sabia quem eram os seus amigos, aqueles com quem podia realmente contar. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sabia que gostaria de ser importante na vida de um homem, e esperava - como seria bom - que esse mesmo homem tivesse a mesma importância em sua vida também. Pensava em um dia ser mãe.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ela sabia que queria viajar muito. E aprender muitas coisas. E sabia que não queria ter medo. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ela tinha medo. Às vezes, muito. Mas sabia que nunca se deixaria paralisar por ele.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ela sabia que era exigente. E confusa. E cheia de dúvidas. Mas de uma coisa ela sabia com certeza: ela queria ser feliz.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E foi.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-89228883943834485342010-08-26T23:01:00.001+09:302010-08-26T23:01:36.343+09:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiryh-KYwlTa6I170A3oJw_dSUhyphenhyphenzSj-Zwu1M4HEcllW5kH4wjn_berHRTlpSK4SZeD1qnqA441XlEzJjtJBrws7Ppo147WY94X5PyXVEMn-_6gadJ5tizXQL2F__fZiEMhC0YDw9AnD4/s1600/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiryh-KYwlTa6I170A3oJw_dSUhyphenhyphenzSj-Zwu1M4HEcllW5kH4wjn_berHRTlpSK4SZeD1qnqA441XlEzJjtJBrws7Ppo147WY94X5PyXVEMn-_6gadJ5tizXQL2F__fZiEMhC0YDw9AnD4/s320/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjezMqAaciw7J0DCt_EkDPjbuLNPgycilnbDLC496CVhUvWxeFaW4Uf74srUHtDIRea9ykGrUdHs63K2TA5IsSZhLGMHAQQV5aLrCa_eHhyphenhyphenE5kkv9ZmLxA1m4QrVJGMhx5oe65dTtEDly0/s1600/Kangaroo+Island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjezMqAaciw7J0DCt_EkDPjbuLNPgycilnbDLC496CVhUvWxeFaW4Uf74srUHtDIRea9ykGrUdHs63K2TA5IsSZhLGMHAQQV5aLrCa_eHhyphenhyphenE5kkv9ZmLxA1m4QrVJGMhx5oe65dTtEDly0/s400/Kangaroo+Island.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kangaroo Island - By Sergio Lordão</span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-34839917295633461272010-08-25T19:36:00.002+09:302010-08-27T20:05:47.967+09:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2G8ndQGYmkrNaXcRaCdbERAW7buHxm6NcnFu9FzR66fGJMhOL1MJiBK0MT6lMjUFB72CuQDacwZxOLz9H_ajbrxP7lKVxpgfyTuzh131NuAELUCHG7VUStcDmsszn5RCWY1Bo4463ohY/s1600/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2G8ndQGYmkrNaXcRaCdbERAW7buHxm6NcnFu9FzR66fGJMhOL1MJiBK0MT6lMjUFB72CuQDacwZxOLz9H_ajbrxP7lKVxpgfyTuzh131NuAELUCHG7VUStcDmsszn5RCWY1Bo4463ohY/s320/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">McLaren Vale - South Australia - By Sergio Lordão</span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-90447859459484240662010-08-24T18:08:00.000+09:302010-08-24T18:08:18.088+09:30A verdade é simples...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://stuffnoonetoldme.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgagQ1vxMyIovLgpQZURZwDp1FS25ZiQioxUkxU5vS5iG-S1Fr6J1WrlK1HjE5Ooiu2BzgRWdqNSYwMXMHjNmwjipWN_tf3G7zbht0j1cvIdYYi_GtYfXuv4i6Iua_Fyr5ZHsQfPg3e8/s400/42.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">É só clicar na imagem pra ir pro blog do Alex.</span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-80303352147287041362010-08-23T20:50:00.000+09:302010-08-23T20:50:28.716+09:30Minha alma chora...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPylRpLdh1hQ9dt8dW7Wfqkrv3LpYvscZPvh800sWXmGZ6ZWQVrz9C3FZH1T-_hXSM4WFuzV1ZHk-kvDy7SX5Bz4KUiFMsEI7iCdsvYPInobRZkXaC5SlTCFN7FMH8LxzmB_XT1jCyT4/s1600/brazil_Rio+de+janeiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPylRpLdh1hQ9dt8dW7Wfqkrv3LpYvscZPvh800sWXmGZ6ZWQVrz9C3FZH1T-_hXSM4WFuzV1ZHk-kvDy7SX5Bz4KUiFMsEI7iCdsvYPInobRZkXaC5SlTCFN7FMH8LxzmB_XT1jCyT4/s400/brazil_Rio+de+janeiro.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Pra quem acompanha pelos jornais o que acontece do lado de lá, o Rio de Janeiro parece mesmo uma cidade sem lei, entregue à sua própria sorte (ou seria seu próprio azar?)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">O que estão fazendo com a Cidade Maravilhosa? Leio os jornais com lágrimas nos olhos! Fui embora da minha cidade, do meu país, por causa dessa mesma violência que, impunemente, continua a atacar e destruir tudo o que vê pela frente.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Vivo hoje em uma cidade onde o medo não faz parte da minha vida. Caminho pelas ruas sem pressa, sem olhar para os lados. Páro em todos os sinais de trânsito. E com os vidros abertos, vejam só! Moro em uma casa sem muros. E aqui, criança vai pra escola. E bandido, pra cadeia. De verdade. E ponto final!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Eu amo o Rio. E sinto muitas saudades da minha cidade. Mas sei que minhas lembranças são de um Rio que não existe mais. E minha alma chora...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Do lado de cá, só posso mesmo torcer para que nada de mal aconteça aqueles que amo. Cristo Redentor, braços abertos sobre a Guanabara, olhai por minha família e meus amigos. Amém.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-37071293289923370352010-08-23T19:28:00.000+09:302010-08-23T19:28:55.381+09:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRMj5X0_JrUMwBUGNKWTuIMvZHGVNKVUXH0ujYZUHgzyc4joq4iIQ5c0XqhgeUoWin3JFj1uTSYUXzX8dPoPVbOyM8n6iZuQFiikrycVYxnytATRFJ0uHer0cEdXhS2u8uPen1e3uMB0/s1600/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRMj5X0_JrUMwBUGNKWTuIMvZHGVNKVUXH0ujYZUHgzyc4joq4iIQ5c0XqhgeUoWin3JFj1uTSYUXzX8dPoPVbOyM8n6iZuQFiikrycVYxnytATRFJ0uHer0cEdXhS2u8uPen1e3uMB0/s320/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRMj5X0_JrUMwBUGNKWTuIMvZHGVNKVUXH0ujYZUHgzyc4joq4iIQ5c0XqhgeUoWin3JFj1uTSYUXzX8dPoPVbOyM8n6iZuQFiikrycVYxnytATRFJ0uHer0cEdXhS2u8uPen1e3uMB0/s1600/photo+of+the+day+thumb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Px1QTGL1H1Q6pYALAWuiXpNDiL7fPKfkTOQNbxejCFD4xgLuwGU1GiXVxZVC64FK6XTj0Dj5twiR9E43zEU7pXjJxGyYRk1DuVAZRpIzPZmRfGCrnsXBk3o-5ukZj8NMmFYpdjVmw-A/s1600/DSC00318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="86" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Px1QTGL1H1Q6pYALAWuiXpNDiL7fPKfkTOQNbxejCFD4xgLuwGU1GiXVxZVC64FK6XTj0Dj5twiR9E43zEU7pXjJxGyYRk1DuVAZRpIzPZmRfGCrnsXBk3o-5ukZj8NMmFYpdjVmw-A/s400/DSC00318.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">McLaren Vale - By Claudia Lordao</span></div>Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660791281124159188.post-90840098506755590682010-08-21T23:33:00.000+09:302010-08-21T23:33:06.528+09:30Things we forget!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.thingsweforget.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGDdePa-PDce0xqGWTdhrjH968p_zmnESypSS8DYf-7i6yVVf1-mLXkn8hyphenhyphen8EVs3EGiRvaWBW5oC28MsfVeLuFkTm6RqFBhkbFxWKSFAU-BFKhv-MMpLWqq-kOWLjpx22vA8cGgZRRts/s400/547putadeadline.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Vale à pena dar uma olhada no site. (É só clicar na imagem acima)<br />
O projeto é super simples e muito bacana!Claudia Lordaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17388861648504957819noreply@blogger.com3