<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197</id><updated>2009-12-18T23:56:09.741-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tree Hugger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-2440223797577962087</id><published>2009-10-19T17:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:43:01.410-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a semana</title><summary type='text'>"Gero em meu entorno espaços de consciência e sabedoria, potencializando o mais sagrado de cada ser, para alcançar o gozo do corpo e do espírito."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/2440223797577962087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=2440223797577962087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/2440223797577962087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/2440223797577962087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-semana.html' title='Para a semana'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-2077399443149836444</id><published>2009-09-25T12:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:45:17.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que há, ciência?</title><summary type='text'>"Todas as opiniões que há sobre a NaturezaNunca fizeram crescer uma erva ou nascer uma flor.Toda a sabedoria a respeito das coisasNunca foi coisa em que pudesse pegar, como nas coisas.Se a ciência quer ser verdadeira, Que ciência mais verdadeira que a das coisas sem ciência?Fecho os olhos e a terra dura sobre que me deitoTem uma realidade tão real que até as minhas costas a sentem.Não preciso de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/2077399443149836444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=2077399443149836444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/2077399443149836444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/2077399443149836444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-que-ha-ciencia.html' title='O que há, ciência?'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-7199116832737107583</id><published>2009-09-13T14:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:41:44.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouça!</title><summary type='text'>Tenho notícias de um mundo onde o homem vale aquilo que sente, em tempos em que a gente vale aquilo que veste e tem. Mas a barca que leva pra lá não aceita o dinheiro de cá, só recebe em AMOR!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/7199116832737107583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=7199116832737107583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/7199116832737107583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/7199116832737107583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouca.html' title='Ouça!'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-5571305129529524930</id><published>2009-06-14T11:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:06:22.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Turbilhão</title><summary type='text'>E a gente vai percebendo que em cada fase nos expressamos melhor de um jeito. Fazem meses que não escrevo nada, nada mesmo, meu caderninho acabou e ainda nem tive o trabalho de comprar outro, mas em compensação minha vida está cheia de desenhos, cores e arte manual. Muita coisa já mudou esse ano, muitos pensamentos, muitas idéias, muitos planos, que nem tive tempo de tentar organizar minha cabeça</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/5571305129529524930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=5571305129529524930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/5571305129529524930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/5571305129529524930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/06/turbilhao.html' title='Turbilhão'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-6638097305615122359</id><published>2009-05-29T08:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:44:23.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto de um povo de um lugar</title><summary type='text'>Todo dia o sol levantaE a gente cantaAo sol de todo diaFim da tarde a terra coraE a gente choraPorque finda a tardeQuando à noite a lua mansaE a gente dançaVenerando a noite...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/6638097305615122359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=6638097305615122359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/6638097305615122359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/6638097305615122359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/05/canto-de-um-povo-de-um-lugar.html' title='Canto de um povo de um lugar'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-8359966039475111655</id><published>2009-04-30T11:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:59:18.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Acrobatas</title><summary type='text'>Subamos!Subamos acimaSubamos além, subamosAcima do além, subamos!Com a posse física dos braçosInelutavelmente galgaremosO grande mar de estrelasAtravés de milênios de luz.Subamos!Como dois atletasO rosto petrificadoNo pálido sorriso do esforçoSubamos acimaCom a posse física dos braçosE os músculos desmesuradosNa calma convulsa da ascensão.Oh, acimaMais longe que tudoAlém, mais longe que acima do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/8359966039475111655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=8359966039475111655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/8359966039475111655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/8359966039475111655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/04/os-acrobatas.html' title='Os Acrobatas'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-5646159343845198670</id><published>2009-04-27T20:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:10:20.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os homens livres jogam e brincam com a vida</title><summary type='text'>"(...) Esse tesão o faz ligar-se, forte e apaixonadamente, sem necessitar nenhuma explicação consciente, a tudo o que lhe proporciona beleza, alegria e prazer. Por isso, os homens livres jogam e brincam com a vida. Por essa razão é que não podem ser 'sérios', não ser 'responsáveis' e não ser 'coerentes'. É isso também que os leva a não ser, espontaneamente, nem mórbidos e nem pessimistas face às </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/5646159343845198670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=5646159343845198670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/5646159343845198670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/5646159343845198670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/04/os-homens-livres-jogam-e-brincam-com.html' title='Os homens livres jogam e brincam com a vida'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-2868101764336442510</id><published>2009-04-24T08:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:39:16.575-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll make you banana pancakes</title><summary type='text'>"Pretend like there's no world outsideAnd we could pretend that all the timeCan't you see that it's just rainingThere ain't no need to go outside..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/2868101764336442510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=2868101764336442510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/2868101764336442510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/2868101764336442510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-make-you-banana-pancakes.html' title='I&apos;ll make you banana pancakes'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-6369366571974094788</id><published>2009-04-19T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:41:46.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So come crash into me</title><summary type='text'>"choque violento entre dois mundos, só porque um dedilhava, distraído, a sua guitarra acústica, enquanto outro apenas dançava, despreocupadamente... De saia"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/6369366571974094788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=6369366571974094788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/6369366571974094788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/6369366571974094788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-come-crash-into-me.html' title='So come crash into me'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-6767480840321445420</id><published>2009-04-15T09:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:04:18.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peculiaridade</title><summary type='text'>E é tudo uma questão de não ser um robô fabricado em série.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/6767480840321445420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=6767480840321445420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/6767480840321445420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/6767480840321445420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/04/peculiaridade.html' title='Peculiaridade'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-2954885059032658574</id><published>2009-03-24T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:41:43.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarta feira, por volta de 16h e 30 graus.</title><summary type='text'>No segundo gole de café expresso, curto e forte, daquela tarde de verão, estava em férias na grande cidade e olhava as pessoas a fim de brincar de flâneur, nesse momento a vi pela primeira vez. Tirou o brinco da orelha esquerda para falar ao telefone. O toque do celular era alguma coisa bem discreta, mas percebi, não tinha nada de música e sim de suave chamamento. O brinco era grande e se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/2954885059032658574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=2954885059032658574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/2954885059032658574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/2954885059032658574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/03/quarta-feira-por-volta-de-16h-e-30.html' title='Quarta feira, por volta de 16h e 30 graus.'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-5015309490615934233</id><published>2009-03-23T12:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:30:01.827-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTO ERÓTICO PARA BÁRBARA</title><summary type='text'>Uma noite friaO vinho é doce, mas o rótulo é bonito sob a luz das velas. Quatro velas de cor diferente iluminavam a cozinha, o toque dos pés mesmo de meias no piso era gelado, e os cheiros de ervas e gostos diferentes na boca estavam nos deixando cada vez mais felizes. Passei a capa do livro no rosto dela, a edição espanhola de D. Quixote de encadernação de veludo bordô. Ela retribuiu passando um</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/5015309490615934233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=5015309490615934233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/5015309490615934233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/5015309490615934233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/03/conto-erotico-para-barbara.html' title='CONTO ERÓTICO PARA BÁRBARA'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-345273683048807744</id><published>2009-02-27T11:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:44:13.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa Babilônica</title><summary type='text'>"Como pode se passar tão rápido assim essa vidae rápido assim, nessa pressa toda, como podemosencontrar gente que fica guardado dentro da gentegente que não deixa andar do lado esquerdo da escada rolantegente que não deixa gastar água no chuveirogente que não tira a idéia de viajarmos pra um lugar legal toda vezgente que nos mostra um mundo diferenteque não anda uniformizada com a estampa da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/345273683048807744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=345273683048807744&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/345273683048807744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/345273683048807744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/02/festa-babilonica.html' title='Festa Babilônica'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-6881578518439668638</id><published>2009-02-19T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:36:25.722-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iniciativa</title><summary type='text'>"Antes do compromisso há hesitação,a oportunidade de recuar,a ineficácia permanente.Em todo ato de iniciativa(e de criação),há uma verdade elementarcujo desconhecimento destróiinúmeras idéias e planos esplêndidos:no momento em que nos comprometemos de fato,a providência age também.Ocorre toda espécie de coisas para nos ajudar,coisas que de outro modo nunca ocorreriam.Toda uma cadeia de eventos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/6881578518439668638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=6881578518439668638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/6881578518439668638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/6881578518439668638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/02/iniciativa.html' title='Iniciativa'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-633344141183280499</id><published>2009-02-05T15:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:50:19.427-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecologia</title><summary type='text'>UNESP então!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/633344141183280499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=633344141183280499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/633344141183280499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/633344141183280499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/02/ecologia.html' title='Ecologia'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLO0jfM-jvc/SYsmtORGIBI/AAAAAAAAFsI/zLVgxL4YiC4/s72-c/Imagem-016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-1704678458539837604</id><published>2009-01-23T11:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:07:59.637-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Direito de resposta</title><summary type='text'>de: Filipe Mourapara: Babi Rodriguesdata: 14 de janeiro de 2009 08:18assunto: Direito de Resposta.enviado por: gmail.com Simples... mas verdadeiro. = *Quando um não quer, dois não brigam. dois não brincam. dois não são dois. dois não são um.Uma vez estivemos num casamento em Floripa. Um dos meus grandes amigos se casava. Então alguém falou, durante a cerimônia, algo mais ou menos assim: "Não duas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/1704678458539837604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=1704678458539837604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/1704678458539837604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/1704678458539837604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/01/direito-de-resposta.html' title='Direito de resposta'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-7672580543541077987</id><published>2009-01-15T15:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:09:39.131-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sex-Shop</title><summary type='text'>Há tanto silêncioRespeitoMedo desconfiançaQue ao entrar Dá vontade de fazerO sinal da Cruz(Júlio Paulo)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/7672580543541077987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=7672580543541077987&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/7672580543541077987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/7672580543541077987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-sex-shop.html' title='No Sex-Shop'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-7227887984423487024</id><published>2009-01-11T00:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:48:11.740-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo fantástico</title><summary type='text'>de: Babi Rodrigues para: Filipe Moura data: 27/03/2007, 16:48  enviado por: gmail.comEm um mundo fantástico, onde não existem bens materiais, onde músicas que passeiam em todos os estados de ânimo dão ritmo à vida, existem personagens bastante incomuns, mas que com certeza poderiam ser encontrados numa estação de metrô qualquer.  O matemático é um personagem. Já diziam por aí: "A razão é como uma</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/7227887984423487024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=7227887984423487024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/7227887984423487024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/7227887984423487024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/01/mundo-fantstico.html' title='Mundo fantástico'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-5252687605621597661</id><published>2009-01-03T00:07:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:29:45.987-02:00</updated><title type='text'>And tomorrow say goodbye</title><summary type='text'>"So here we are tonight, you and me togetherThe storm outside, the fire is brightAnd in your eyes I see what's on my mindYou've got me wild, turned around insideAnd then desire, see, is creeping up heavy inside hereAnd know you feel the same way I do nowNow let's make this an eveningLovers for a night, lovers for tonightStay here with me, love, tonightJust for an eveningWhen we make our passion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/5252687605621597661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=5252687605621597661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/5252687605621597661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/5252687605621597661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-tomorrow-say-goodbye.html' title='And tomorrow say goodbye'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-6489704594811411738</id><published>2008-12-21T00:05:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:56:02.064-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bons amigos</title><summary type='text'>Quando falamos em amizade nós pensamos em cumplicidade, honestidade, respeito e liberdade. Um amigo não te priva de nada, não impõe regras, não te desrespeita, não tenta controlá-lo e nem limitar suas ações. Um bom amigo te indica caminhos, aponta opções, conversa, argumenta, mostra o outro lado da situação, e te diz a verdade quando alguma coisa te impede de vê-la. Eu ainda diria que um amigo é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/6489704594811411738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=6489704594811411738&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/6489704594811411738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/6489704594811411738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2008/12/bons-amigos.html' title='Bons amigos'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-1511721035979550370</id><published>2008-12-17T15:00:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:12:59.454-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Sunset</title><summary type='text'>Pessoas de verdade, expressões verdadeiras, sorrisos escondidos, pensamentos maliciosos, conversas profundas, problemas reais, simples e natural. Absurdamente bem interpretado, num dia qualquer em Paris.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/1511721035979550370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=1511721035979550370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/1511721035979550370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/1511721035979550370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-sunset.html' title='Before Sunset'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLO0jfM-jvc/SUkw9DXs_cI/AAAAAAAAFfk/2D7xW262_oc/s72-c/before_sunset_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-309117087328577203</id><published>2008-12-10T14:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:48:59.959-02:00</updated><title type='text'>They all do it the same way</title><summary type='text'>"Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/309117087328577203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=309117087328577203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/309117087328577203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/309117087328577203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-all-do-it-same-way.html' title='They all do it the same way'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-3998336931025490067</id><published>2008-12-03T14:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:37:48.282-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom senso</title><summary type='text'>Ética. Essa é uma palavra relativa e subjetiva. Costumamos considerar isso uma característica inerente ao ser humano, mas o que exatamente é isso? Um conjunto de conceitos e valores que deveriam coletivamente ser considerado certo ou errado. De fato temos certos conceitos deduzidos na base do bom senso, o que torna a ética aplicada apenas às pessoas com bom senso comum para viver em sociedade. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/3998336931025490067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=3998336931025490067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/3998336931025490067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/3998336931025490067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2008/12/bom-senso.html' title='Bom senso'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-3455263756105794306</id><published>2008-12-01T13:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:59:19.503-02:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a big hard sun</title><summary type='text'>"Gostaria de repetir o conselho que lhe dei antes: você deveria promover uma mudança radical em seu estilo de vida e fazer corajosamente coisas em que talvez nunca tenha pensado, ou que fosse hesitante demais para tentar.Tanta gente vive em circunstâncias infelizes e, contudo, não toma a iniciativa de mudar sua situação porque está condicionada a uma vida de segurança, conformismo e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/3455263756105794306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=3455263756105794306&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/3455263756105794306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/3455263756105794306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-big-hard-sun.html' title='There is a big hard sun'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLO0jfM-jvc/STQJ0OqZmaI/AAAAAAAAFYc/tggiGgDxQeQ/s72-c/chris+and+ron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821911440298032197.post-1207851610488364726</id><published>2008-11-29T01:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:43:43.824-02:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm blown away</title><summary type='text'>Casa vazia e escura, nem uma luz, nem uma única luz acesa. Algumas velas em cima do móvel. Um incenso. Ao som daquela música que consegue ser sensual sem ser vulgar.Meu melhor banho.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/feeds/1207851610488364726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821911440298032197&amp;postID=1207851610488364726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/1207851610488364726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821911440298032197/posts/default/1207851610488364726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-babi.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-im-blown-away.html' title='And I&apos;m blown away'/><author><name>Babi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557686163485287930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895798673568009267'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>