<?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-5558267297509036931</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:29:58.535-02:00</updated><category term='Coluna do Gustavo'/><category term='Coluna do Bruno'/><category term='Coluna da Veronika'/><title type='text'>Sem Segundos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semsegundos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558267297509036931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semsegundos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/SZmmcNYy7AI/AAAAAAAABd8/77hjQoQfU2Q/S220/bruno+che+guevara+menor.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558267297509036931.post-2398480372934846315</id><published>2011-01-04T17:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:38:19.493-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/TSN3Il2XIkI/AAAAAAAABoc/yA_Je7eAwWI/s1600/mapa_garcias.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/TSN3Il2XIkI/AAAAAAAABoc/yA_Je7eAwWI/s400/mapa_garcias.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558417354588103234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/TSN29aJcvEI/AAAAAAAABoU/RXvbJr4bE0A/s1600/mapa_bourbon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/TSN29aJcvEI/AAAAAAAABoU/RXvbJr4bE0A/s400/mapa_bourbon.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558417162468375618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5558267297509036931-2398480372934846315?l=semsegundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semsegundos.blogspot.com/feeds/2398480372934846315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5558267297509036931&amp;postID=2398480372934846315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558267297509036931/posts/default/2398480372934846315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558267297509036931/posts/default/2398480372934846315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semsegundos.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/SZmmcNYy7AI/AAAAAAAABd8/77hjQoQfU2Q/S220/bruno+che+guevara+menor.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/TSN3Il2XIkI/AAAAAAAABoc/yA_Je7eAwWI/s72-c/mapa_garcias.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558267297509036931.post-8584021009027801249</id><published>2009-09-09T12:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:32:15.312-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna do Bruno'/><title type='text'>Rimas cotidianas - "Animais"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/SqfKL2J7UUI/AAAAAAAABkE/UqrTYhzRq0o/s1600-h/466427694_9b01c71ae1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379490584781869378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/SqfKL2J7UUI/AAAAAAAABkE/UqrTYhzRq0o/s320/466427694_9b01c71ae1_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Animais -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No semáforo mais uma criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em um pequeno show improvisado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos carros pessoas contando os segundos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por estarem eventualmente atrasados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquela criança agora bate no vidro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quer pelo menos um trocado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o homem já sem calma diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Não ajudo drogados!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A criança volta a calçada, triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mais um dia de fome&lt;/em&gt; - disse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O homem simplesmente vai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao seu emprego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na ONG que cuida de animais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5558267297509036931-8584021009027801249?l=semsegundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semsegundos.blogspot.com/feeds/8584021009027801249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5558267297509036931&amp;postID=8584021009027801249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558267297509036931/posts/default/8584021009027801249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558267297509036931/posts/default/8584021009027801249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semsegundos.blogspot.com/2009/09/rimas-cotidianas-animais.html' title='Rimas cotidianas - &quot;Animais&quot;'/><author><name>Bruno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/SZmmcNYy7AI/AAAAAAAABd8/77hjQoQfU2Q/S220/bruno+che+guevara+menor.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDGd0CULsjs/SqfKL2J7UUI/AAAAAAAABkE/UqrTYhzRq0o/s72-c/466427694_9b01c71ae1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558267297509036931.post-4193215413332155408</id><published>2009-09-03T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:38:57.603-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna da Veronika'/><title type='text'>A Batalha entre o Giz e a Carteira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-sasQaJI1E/SqBOxPj-9MI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wplZpbrTCRY/s1600-h/professor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377384562978387138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-sasQaJI1E/SqBOxPj-9MI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wplZpbrTCRY/s320/professor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diariamente o professor se vê em posição impotente. Num confronto com o desrespeito, a imaturidade e a má educação. Como eles podem inverter essa situação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei muito bem que antigamente os professores eram temidos pela sua autoridade. Desrespeitados? Encarados frente a frente? Jamais. Alguns mestres até abusavam da sua autoridade, alguns chegavam a fumar na cara dos estudantes. Como essa relação mudou tanto? Não sei. Não sei também se é de hoje que o professor é tão desvalorizado. Pois seu salário é muito baixo para quem é encarregado de formar os futuros do Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas dizem por aí, rádios e jornais, que os professores de hoje não estão tão preparados para nos educar. Mas então, o que fazer? Nós dependemos deles para seguirmos em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos de meus colegas não estão nem aí; Os desrespeitam e ainda acham graça. Vi no olho de muitos educadores a dor e a garganta seca de engolir o constrangimento. É triste se deparar com essa cena diariamente, mas como resolvê-la?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero deixar aqui só um texto, mas meu objetivo principal, é fazer com que reflitam. Não há aula sem professores, muito menos sem alunos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Texto feito em 03 de Junho de 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veronika Mq. Rahn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5558267297509036931-4193215413332155408?l=semsegundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semsegundos.blogspot.com/feeds/4193215413332155408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5558267297509036931&amp;postID=4193215413332155408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558267297509036931/posts/default/4193215413332155408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558267297509036931/posts/default/4193215413332155408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semsegundos.blogspot.com/2009/09/batalha-entre-o-giz-e-carteira.html' title='A Batalha entre o Giz e a Carteira'/><author><name>VMR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905651567468610552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-sasQaJI1E/Sp8yibpHf1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lNRpiz0hD-A/S220/ah+eu+so+muito+linda+mesmo.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-sasQaJI1E/SqBOxPj-9MI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wplZpbrTCRY/s72-c/professor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558267297509036931.post-1341512489109590425</id><published>2009-09-03T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:22:14.550-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna do Gustavo'/><title type='text'>Funk - Patrimônio Cultural do Rio (cultural?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RL20_NE4Fg/SqA_5kxd1SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/j86EuQ3FEuY/s1600-h/bondedasgostosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RL20_NE4Fg/SqA_5kxd1SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/j86EuQ3FEuY/s320/bondedasgostosas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377368213436618018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O funk acaba de ser reconhecido como patrimônio cultural do Rio de Janeiro, mas a minha duvida é, onde está a cultura?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta certo que o Funk Carioca(pois o verdadeiro funk começou nos EUA) começou la no Rio, e que hoje em dia todo mundo escuta e se lembra:"putz! só pode se do Rio", mas o que tem de cultura no funk? Bunda rebolando, musicas sem sentido, com duas frases tu pode fazer o maior sucesso...O funk, na minha opinião, não é algo que tu vai pensar que o Rio é um lugar chique, copa cabana, Globo, etc.. vai te lembrar a vila, o tiroteio, e tudo que nós cansamos de ver nos telejornais do nosso Brasil.Tanto que no filme Tropa de Elite a trilha é o que? Funk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então Assembleia Legislativa do Rio, pense bem antes de colocar algo como patrimônio cultural, pois vocês podem acabar manchando a imagem de seu estado, o que é bonito e chique, pode acabar virando sujo e escroto(desculpe o modo de fala).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5558267297509036931-1341512489109590425?l=semsegundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semsegundos.blogspot.com/feeds/1341512489109590425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5558267297509036931&amp;postID=1341512489109590425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558267297509036931/posts/default/1341512489109590425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558267297509036931/posts/default/1341512489109590425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semsegundos.blogspot.com/2009/09/funk-pratimonio-cultural-do-rio.html' title='Funk - Patrimônio Cultural do Rio (cultural?)'/><author><name>Gustavo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657272869474781488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RL20_NE4Fg/SqA_5kxd1SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/j86EuQ3FEuY/s72-c/bondedasgostosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558267297509036931.post-4976073501538696173</id><published>2009-09-02T22:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:49:35.768-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna do Bruno'/><title type='text'>Um Hino Maltratado</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8IL53gsmrEs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8IL53gsmrEs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A cantora Vanusa deveria, logo após essa &lt;i&gt;histórica&lt;/i&gt; interpretação, pedir desculpas para toda a nação brasileira e em especial para dois homens: Joaquim Osório Duque Estrada (que compôs a letra do hino) e Francisco Manuel da Silva (que compôs a harmonia).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nosso hino está entre um dos mais bonitos. Na minha opinião só podendo ser comparado ao da França.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com sua melodia carregada de força e uma belíssima letra é realmente uma pena ver que poucos conseguem canta-lo corretamente. Até compreendo se houver alguma confusão com palavras sem o uso habitual, porém inverter o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;rdem de estrofes e mudar ritmo é inaceitável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segue abaixo o significado de algumas palavras do hino:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Margens plácidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - "Plácida" significa serena. Calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ipiranga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - É o riacho junto ao qual D. Pedro I teria proclamado a independência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Brado retumbante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - Grito forte que provoca eco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Penhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - Usado de maneira metafórica(figurada). "penhor desta igualdade" é a garantia, a segurança de que haverá liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Imagem do Cruzeiro resplandece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - O "Cruzeiro" é a constelação do Cruzeiro do Sul que resplandece (brilha) no céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Impávido colosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - "Colosso" é o nome de uma estátua de enormes dimensões. Estar "impávido" é estar tranqüilo, calmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mãe gentil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - A "mãe gentil" é a pátria. Um país que ama e defende seus "filhos" (os brasileiros) como qualquer mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fulguras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - fulgurante (reluzente, brilhante).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Florão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - "Florão" é um ornato em forma de flor usado nas abóbadas de construções grandiosas. O Brasil seria o ponto mais importante e vistoso da América.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Garrida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - Enfeitada. Que chama a atenção pela beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lábaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - Sinônimo de bandeira. "Lábaro" era um antigo estandarte usado pelos romanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Clava forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - Clava é um grande porrete, usado no combate corpo-a-corpo. 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Com tudo o que tiver direito: crônicas, fofocas, música, informações,...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos montando a equipe &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;em Segundos&lt;/b&gt; ainda. Mas pode acreditar que serão os que mais tiverem o poder de escrever e divulgar o que a maioria quer saber. Pelo menos assim espero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui todos somos os primeiros. 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