<?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-8948200746299589824</id><updated>2011-08-03T09:32:32.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mortifagahistoriablog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortifagahistoriablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948200746299589824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortifagahistoriablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Piccola Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775107611613730455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eCnm_wxPvWA/Szqa7e0abkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SUvy6U6aoT4/S220/img-thing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948200746299589824.post-8139983057622908319</id><published>2007-08-31T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:24:55.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; .style1 {  color: rgb(255, 153, 51); } .style3 {  color: rgb(39, 80, 120);  font-size: small; } .style5 {  color: #000000; } .style6 {  color: #FF9999;  font-size: small; } .style7 {  color: #CC0066;  font-size: small; } .style8 {  color: #990033;  font-size: small; } .style10 {  color: #000000;  font-size: small; } .style11 {  font-size: small; } .style12 {  color: rgb(255, 153, 51);  font-size: small; } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);" class="style11"&gt;Blogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; é mais do que  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);" class="style11"&gt;pôr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; as suas idéias em um site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;span class="style11"&gt;Blogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, é &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);" class="style11"&gt;liberdade de expressã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;o. Grandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);" class="style11"&gt; jornalistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, da atualidade, possuem os seus próprios espaços no mundo virtual. Em seus posts, eles costumam &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);" class="style11"&gt;dizer &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style11"&gt;o que pensam, sem temerem pela &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);" class="style11"&gt;censura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou blogueira desde o ano de &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style12"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;. Já fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style12"&gt;CamyCerrutiXSempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;; alguém  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style12"&gt;imatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style12"&gt;alienada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, assim como &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style12"&gt;O  Mundo de Cammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style12"&gt;I Sogni di Cammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="style12"&gt;O Mundo de Camyllynha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; e  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="style12"&gt;O Mundo de Camyllynha Snape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;. Os nomes  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style12"&gt;cambiaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; e com eles a minha  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style12"&gt;maturidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;. Claro, em  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style12"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; estes endereços  de Web, infelizmente &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style12"&gt;faltavam-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; entendimento  a cerca da vida, fazendo com que os pensamentos simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style12"&gt; não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; fluíam. O problema de você viver afastado do mundo, é que chega uma hora que a  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style12"&gt;reflexão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; se &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style12"&gt;extingue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; e o &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style12"&gt;marasmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; se apodera daquilo denominado vida.  Desta forma, para que o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style12"&gt; amadurecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; seja sempre  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style12"&gt;alcançado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, é necessário passar por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style12"&gt;provações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;. Acreditem, elas não são nada fáceis de lidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt; 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; surgiu o &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;Girl Interrupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;Diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; o que eu havia criado, o blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(39, 80, 120);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;abriu-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; portas para um novo patamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(39, 80, 120);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;Futilidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; foram &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;deixadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; de lado. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;Reflexões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; passaram a fazer parte do meu cotidiano.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style3"&gt;Enxergava-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; como uma  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style3"&gt;louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;presa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; em um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(39, 80, 120);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style3"&gt;hospício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, à &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; do &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;insanidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; foi &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, mas as &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;reflexões permanecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;. Todavia, diversa &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style3"&gt;daquela garota interrompida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; que se  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style3"&gt;destruía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; com a incapacidade de  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style3"&gt;enfrentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; as dificuldades, o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(39, 80, 120);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style3"&gt;novo "eu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, impetuosamente  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style3"&gt;dilacerou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; brutalmente  com os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="style3"&gt;problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; impostos pela vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt; Foi então que em 2007 eu criei o que denominei como:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;Mortífaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;  A palavra tem origem &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;espanhola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; de significado:  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;aquela que se alimenta da morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;. No caso do meu  antigo  blog, meus &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;  eram alimentados a partir de situações, que ao longo das inúmeras jornadas, eram considerados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 51);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;idéias mortas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, prontas para  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;ganhar vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; dentro do meu  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;intelecto criativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;Posto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;, naquele  espaço, questões &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;olvidadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; pela maioria das pessoas  eram colocadas à mostra aos leitores. Eu &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style6"&gt;zia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; a simplicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 51);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;renascer das cinzas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt; incomoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt; e  levar o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 51);" class="style11"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);" class="style11"&gt;leitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;  a pensar em assuntos já mortos, sem alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano, mais uma vez minha vida tomou um ano diferente. Tão diferente que  deu-me asas para que novas portas se abrissem. Pensando nas inúmeras novas ações  que tenho pela frente, decidi criar um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;novo e  melhorado espaço, algo só meu e de mais ninguém: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt; Tiramissú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;. Na culinária italiana trata-se de um  doce bastante saboroso que leva entre seus ingredientes &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt;açúcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;  e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style5"&gt;&lt;span class="style12"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;Originalmente a sobremesa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style8"&gt;Tiramisù&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt; possui o significado  de algo que costuma colocar as pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt;para cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;,  as deixa com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt;alto astral&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="style10"&gt;  Os italianos costumam dizer que quem saboreia este doce é &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style7"&gt;suspenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt; no ar, devido ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt;fascínio magistral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;  desta receita. Por este motivo, posso garantir que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt; sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt; que algo me incomodar, nem que seja um  pouquinho, eu levarei tal ideia à tona, transformando o que antes era tão &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style7"&gt;pesado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style7"&gt;complicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt; de carregar, em  algo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt;leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;, de &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="style7"&gt;alto astral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style10"&gt;, que me porte às  nuvens deste imenso céu azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948200746299589824-8139983057622908319?l=mortifagahistoriablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortifagahistoriablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8139983057622908319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948200746299589824&amp;postID=8139983057622908319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948200746299589824/posts/default/8139983057622908319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948200746299589824/posts/default/8139983057622908319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortifagahistoriablog.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogar-mais-do-que-pr-as-suas-idias-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Piccola Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775107611613730455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eCnm_wxPvWA/Szqa7e0abkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SUvy6U6aoT4/S220/img-thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
