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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p64Da3agYQo/TfaAvdJv4CI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ytTfu-wDawk/s1600/Fazenda+Parai%25CC%2581so+2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p64Da3agYQo/TfaAvdJv4CI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ytTfu-wDawk/s400/Fazenda+Parai%25CC%2581so+2008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muitas noites dormidas, nossos corpos cansados, meus amores vividos, seus amores gritados. Quantos sussurros no ouvido, minhas dores sofridas, seus sonhos sonhados, nossas horas passadas. Suas&amp;nbsp;manhãs de bom sono, tuas noites mal dormidas, teus pensamentos sentidos, nosso amor encantado.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo existido e aqui, despertado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-3453772409806257908?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3453772409806257908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=3453772409806257908' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3453772409806257908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3453772409806257908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-tenho-muito-sono-de-manha.html' title='E tenho muito sono de manhã...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p64Da3agYQo/TfaAvdJv4CI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ytTfu-wDawk/s72-c/Fazenda+Parai%25CC%2581so+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-1264783175285971411</id><published>2011-06-13T17:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:50:07.550-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijin - China - Maio de 2006'/><title type='text'>P-a-s-s-a-r-e-l-a</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_roNQHIt62A/TfZ1AECn-6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/oB-RKiQih1M/s1600/Beijin+2006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_roNQHIt62A/TfZ1AECn-6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/oB-RKiQih1M/s400/Beijin+2006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Certos tipos de desapegos, eu ainda não aprendi. Talvez um dia eu seja maior do que sou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-1264783175285971411?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1264783175285971411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=1264783175285971411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1264783175285971411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1264783175285971411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/06/p-s-s-r-e-l.html' title='P-a-s-s-a-r-e-l-a'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_roNQHIt62A/TfZ1AECn-6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/oB-RKiQih1M/s72-c/Beijin+2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-1129615980366960908</id><published>2011-06-13T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:34:06.480-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itacaré Praia de Tiririca - Bahia - Abril 2011'/><title type='text'>Janela, janelinha, porta campainha:pimm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAIR-BAcEhc/TfZz3IgaGJI/AAAAAAAAAuw/RfDlftKVZ9M/s1600/Itacare%25CC%2581+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAIR-BAcEhc/TfZz3IgaGJI/AAAAAAAAAuw/RfDlftKVZ9M/s400/Itacare%25CC%2581+.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O que for, quando for, é que será o que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-1129615980366960908?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1129615980366960908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=1129615980366960908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1129615980366960908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1129615980366960908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/06/janela-janelinha-porta-campainhapimm.html' title='Janela, janelinha, porta campainha:pimm'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAIR-BAcEhc/TfZz3IgaGJI/AAAAAAAAAuw/RfDlftKVZ9M/s72-c/Itacare%25CC%2581+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-6679442365492439775</id><published>2011-05-27T16:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:57:25.428-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indios &quot;kuikuros- Juquitiba- São Paulo - Abril 2011'/><title type='text'>Anjinhos sem asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FT8uOjiUMU/TeABFaOdXJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/RthB6CKkKj0/s1600/Indios+%2522kuikuros+Abril+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FT8uOjiUMU/TeABFaOdXJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/RthB6CKkKj0/s400/Indios+%2522kuikuros+Abril+2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Olhinhos curiosos, cheios de medo e de atenção à vida. Quem sabe o que pensam? Quem imagina o que sabem. Quem vê o que eles vêem. Pena que crescem tão rápido. Crianças, anjinhos sem asas que trazem luz as nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-6679442365492439775?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6679442365492439775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=6679442365492439775' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6679442365492439775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6679442365492439775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/05/anjinhos-sem-asas.html' title='Anjinhos sem asas'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FT8uOjiUMU/TeABFaOdXJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/RthB6CKkKj0/s72-c/Indios+%2522kuikuros+Abril+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-6329175742369099945</id><published>2011-05-25T18:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:05:20.560-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barsok - República Islãmica do Irã - Out. 2009'/><title type='text'>O Balão cor-de-rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiuPkTmFGko/Td12aE5fpsI/AAAAAAAAAuk/A2NZT2V2w5s/s1600/Barsok+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiuPkTmFGko/Td12aE5fpsI/AAAAAAAAAuk/A2NZT2V2w5s/s400/Barsok+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Repare em cada detalhe, cada esmero dessa sala. A louça nas prateleiras altas uma ao lado da outra, as fotos na parede, os enfeites, e os tapetes, esses lindos tapetes Iranianos. Quem vê, não imagina se tratar de uma simples camponesa, que ali mesmo no piso de baixo ganha a vida fazendo tapetes. Que podem demorar meses e até anos. Daonde ela e toda a sua família tiram seu sustento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E lá estava ela a menina e seu balão cor-de-rosa. Entrou e saiu e eu nunca soube quem era. E eu nunca vou saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-6329175742369099945?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6329175742369099945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=6329175742369099945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6329175742369099945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6329175742369099945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-balao-cor-de-rosa.html' title='O Balão cor-de-rosa'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiuPkTmFGko/Td12aE5fpsI/AAAAAAAAAuk/A2NZT2V2w5s/s72-c/Barsok+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4877358851246669774</id><published>2011-05-25T16:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:02:49.833-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itacaré Praia de Tiririca - Bahia - Abril 2011'/><title type='text'>No balanço das ondas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tmrP6ws1rs/Td1doo_yJuI/AAAAAAAAAug/sK5EauIa4MA/s1600/Itacare%25CC%2581+Abril+2011+Tiririca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tmrP6ws1rs/Td1doo_yJuI/AAAAAAAAAug/sK5EauIa4MA/s400/Itacare%25CC%2581+Abril+2011+Tiririca.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;♬♪ ♪ Quem vem pra beira do mar, ai, nunca mais quer voltar, ai... ♪♬ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♫ ♬ ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4877358851246669774?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4877358851246669774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4877358851246669774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4877358851246669774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4877358851246669774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-balanco-das-ondas.html' title='No balanço das ondas.'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tmrP6ws1rs/Td1doo_yJuI/AAAAAAAAAug/sK5EauIa4MA/s72-c/Itacare%25CC%2581+Abril+2011+Tiririca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-481976104096796579</id><published>2011-05-25T16:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:03:31.512-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paraty - Carnaval 2011 - Rio De Janeiro'/><title type='text'>Essa vida vale muito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-luO-mrCMiiI/Td1bG3C9LQI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NPxor4NuMFE/s1600/P1040068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-luO-mrCMiiI/Td1bG3C9LQI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NPxor4NuMFE/s400/P1040068.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um final de tarde entre amigos, muito sol, mar e a deliciosa sensação de saber que a vida faz sentido.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Um dia especial, num lugar especial, com pessoas especiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E assim vejo mais uma vez que estar por aqui vale muito, muito a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-481976104096796579?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/481976104096796579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=481976104096796579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/481976104096796579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/481976104096796579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-final-de-tarde-entre-amigos-com.html' title='Essa vida vale muito.'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-luO-mrCMiiI/Td1bG3C9LQI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NPxor4NuMFE/s72-c/P1040068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-3076767889822366278</id><published>2011-05-25T16:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T16:38:07.089-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ajanta Caves - Novembro 2009 - India'/><title type='text'>Família êh! Família ah! Família!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lr-aP08u4Ik/Td1X4xpXH5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/c5EO0Txm7JM/s1600/Ajanta+Caves+1_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lr-aP08u4Ik/Td1X4xpXH5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/c5EO0Txm7JM/s400/Ajanta+Caves+1_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A instituição "Família" na India é levada muito a sério. Não é por nada que a India tem mais de um bilhão de habitantes. Lembrando que o mundo tem 7 bilhões, isso impressiona, e muito. Mas o que mais impressiona, é vê-los sempre unidos, alegres e sorrindo pra vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A vida, que nem sempre sorri de volta pra eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-3076767889822366278?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3076767889822366278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=3076767889822366278' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3076767889822366278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3076767889822366278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/05/familia-eh-familia-ah-familia.html' title='Família êh! Família ah! Família!'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lr-aP08u4Ik/Td1X4xpXH5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/c5EO0Txm7JM/s72-c/Ajanta+Caves+1_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4177697203749424276</id><published>2011-05-17T22:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:04:03.487-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mussoorie - India - Nov. 2009'/><title type='text'>Coisas que essa vida não explica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssT2Z9AVW9o/TdMktRAv6SI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZtOGX7s2jiw/s1600/DSC_0534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssT2Z9AVW9o/TdMktRAv6SI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZtOGX7s2jiw/s400/DSC_0534.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O que me "leva" de fato quando viajo, são as surpresas e as coisas que ganho pelo caminho, sem as vezes procurar exatamente por elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Passei uma semana em "Mussoorie", numa cidade encrustada no "quintal" dos Himalaias,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;na casa de uma linda, doce e inteligente amiga Indiana, que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;em todos seus 24 anos de idade, nunca havia conhecido uma estrangeira ao vivo. Eu fui a primeira. E foi como se nôs conhecéssemos por toda uma vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E no final de uma tarde deliciosa, fui levada com meus olhos, meus sentimentos e alma, pra vivenciar e ganhar de presente essa desbundante paisagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Coisas que essa vida não explica. E precisa?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4177697203749424276?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4177697203749424276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4177697203749424276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4177697203749424276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4177697203749424276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/05/coisas-que-essa-vida-nao-explica.html' title='Coisas que essa vida não explica.'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssT2Z9AVW9o/TdMktRAv6SI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZtOGX7s2jiw/s72-c/DSC_0534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2335154783764557377</id><published>2011-03-25T19:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:47:15.725-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Templo Budista Kinkaku-ji Itapecerica Da Serra - São Paulo 2010'/><title type='text'>Água de beber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-g6E-hEVW3qk/TY0YP4-BVtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/YyTgF04wpU4/s1600/Itapecerica+da+serra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-g6E-hEVW3qk/TY0YP4-BVtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/YyTgF04wpU4/s400/Itapecerica+da+serra.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Impressionante imaginar que em São Paulo eu pudesse me deparar com um lugar tão mágico aonde ainda existe água limpa e em abundância. Um dia lindo, com amigos mais lindos ainda, e uma sensação de paz e felicidade pouco sentidas antes. E o melhor disso tudo: a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;pouco mais de 30km de casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca pensei que a paz e a felicidade pudessem estar tão perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2335154783764557377?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2335154783764557377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2335154783764557377' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2335154783764557377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2335154783764557377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/03/agua-de-beber.html' title='Água de beber'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-g6E-hEVW3qk/TY0YP4-BVtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/YyTgF04wpU4/s72-c/Itapecerica+da+serra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2946339839514404111</id><published>2011-03-25T18:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:44:28.831-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo - Egito - Setembro 2008'/><title type='text'>Puro faro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VyzSUR2Xecw/TYz-oCz4IKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/qZU-JD83Adc/s1600/Egito+out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VyzSUR2Xecw/TYz-oCz4IKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/qZU-JD83Adc/s400/Egito+out.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Havíamos acabado de visitar uma típica fábrica de essências Egípcias. Típico programa para "pegar turista" pelo faro. &amp;nbsp;Mas faro, tiveram essas meninas muçulmanas que ao verem nosso grupo animado, literalmente trocaram sorrisos e simpatias conosco. Cena rara nesse país, mas que com certeza já mostrava que alguma coisa estava mudando por lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que talvez a liberdade era uma questão de tempo para ser conquistada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2946339839514404111?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2946339839514404111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2946339839514404111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2946339839514404111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2946339839514404111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/03/puro-faro.html' title='Puro faro'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VyzSUR2Xecw/TYz-oCz4IKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/qZU-JD83Adc/s72-c/Egito+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8033281732813483771</id><published>2011-03-25T17:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:26:21.990-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parque Marisa - Itaquera - São Paulo - Fev.2011'/><title type='text'>Roda Panorâmica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtkRtPp4xeQ/TYz58_-7xVI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QMaeDN27ywY/s1600/fev%2B2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtkRtPp4xeQ/TYz58_-7xVI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QMaeDN27ywY/s400/fev%2B2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Livre, livre é quem não tem rumo.&lt;br /&gt;Manoel De Barros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8033281732813483771?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8033281732813483771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8033281732813483771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8033281732813483771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8033281732813483771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/03/roda-panoramica.html' title='Roda Panorâmica'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtkRtPp4xeQ/TYz58_-7xVI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QMaeDN27ywY/s72-c/fev%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7162429671396922209</id><published>2011-01-30T21:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:07:31.034-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guarujá - São Paulo out.2010'/><title type='text'>The sun's in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TUXs7bYJ9vI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ptV0Qe7ExsE/s1600/Guaruja+out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TUXs7bYJ9vI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ptV0Qe7ExsE/s400/Guaruja+out.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"I'm "photographing" in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just "photographing" in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What a glorious feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm happy again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm laughing at clouds so dark above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The sun's in my heart..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7162429671396922209?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7162429671396922209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7162429671396922209' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7162429671396922209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7162429671396922209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2011/01/suns-in-my-heart.html' title='The sun&apos;s in my heart'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TUXs7bYJ9vI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ptV0Qe7ExsE/s72-c/Guaruja+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-5119177066983964635</id><published>2010-12-23T01:48:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:41:48.251-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praga - Czech Republic - Out 1997'/><title type='text'>Só falta voar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRLGZJ_vOdI/AAAAAAAAAto/FOXGbsW48ng/s1600/ArtDeco%25CC%2582Praga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRLGZJ_vOdI/AAAAAAAAAto/FOXGbsW48ng/s400/ArtDeco%25CC%2582Praga.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Essa "Gorduchinha" é mais uma obra de arte "Art Déco". Mais uma que recheia as ruas, praças e edifícios por essa deslumbrante cidade que é Praga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Pra mim, como uma borboleta, ela só falta voar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-5119177066983964635?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5119177066983964635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=5119177066983964635' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5119177066983964635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5119177066983964635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-falta-voar.html' title='Só falta voar...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRLGZJ_vOdI/AAAAAAAAAto/FOXGbsW48ng/s72-c/ArtDeco%25CC%2582Praga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4479268805188985471</id><published>2010-12-23T01:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:51:35.646-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pingyao - China - 2006'/><title type='text'>Lá na China</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRK-7_sC6KI/AAAAAAAAAtc/D48GVv04bWs/s1600/Pingyao+2006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRK-7_sC6KI/AAAAAAAAAtc/D48GVv04bWs/s320/Pingyao+2006.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;A gente se distrai e então percebe que sente algo parecido com felicidade. No momento da distração, somos felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4479268805188985471?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4479268805188985471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4479268805188985471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4479268805188985471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4479268805188985471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-na-china.html' title='Lá na China'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRK-7_sC6KI/AAAAAAAAAtc/D48GVv04bWs/s72-c/Pingyao+2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-3723160660803136044</id><published>2010-12-23T00:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:40:32.970-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amsterdã- Holanda - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>Peace and LoVe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRKzvhv0I8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/ZFP8WH-Qnp0/s1600/Peace+Out+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRKzvhv0I8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/ZFP8WH-Qnp0/s400/Peace+Out+2009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Com sorte você atravessa o mundo, sem sorte você não atravessa a rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Nelson Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-3723160660803136044?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3723160660803136044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=3723160660803136044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3723160660803136044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3723160660803136044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/12/peace-and-love.html' title='Peace and LoVe'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRKzvhv0I8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/ZFP8WH-Qnp0/s72-c/Peace+Out+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7914611618612203339</id><published>2010-12-23T00:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:00:48.648-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taj Mahal - India - Nov.2009'/><title type='text'>06:15 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRKqK4dx8vI/AAAAAAAAAtU/C2Dgmkcpgrg/s1600/Taj+Mahal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRKqK4dx8vI/AAAAAAAAAtU/C2Dgmkcpgrg/s400/Taj+Mahal.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Depois de 5 anos voltei a esse lugar. É o rio que circunda o "Taj Mahal". E dessa vez voltei no nascer do sol, aonde a vida começa, aonde as pessoas tomam fôlego para mais um dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E fôlego foi o que tomei, ao me deparar com essa linda paisagem Indiana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7914611618612203339?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7914611618612203339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7914611618612203339' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7914611618612203339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7914611618612203339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/12/0615-am.html' title='06:15 AM'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRKqK4dx8vI/AAAAAAAAAtU/C2Dgmkcpgrg/s72-c/Taj+Mahal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-976019748036850349</id><published>2010-12-22T22:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:30:57.083-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerusalém - Israel - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>O Muro das Lamentações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRKUuq0drxI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aUDyKOAv6nY/s1600/Israel+out+2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRKUuq0drxI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aUDyKOAv6nY/s1600/Israel+out+2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRKUuq0drxI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aUDyKOAv6nY/s400/Israel+out+2008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Arial;"&gt;O "Muro das Lamentações", é o lugar mais sagrado e venerado pelo povo judeu, considerado única relíquia&amp;nbsp;nacional e de culto religioso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;"&gt;Mas o que mais me chocou não foi a fé dessas mulheres judias (para ser considerado um judeu, a criança deve nascer do ventre de mãe judia), mas sim, a parte que lhes é reservada para oração no muro.&amp;nbsp;Uma pequena e apertada área, que me fez pensar, refletir e me surpeender.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;"&gt;Lá também existe essa grande desilgualdade entre os sexos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-976019748036850349?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/976019748036850349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=976019748036850349' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/976019748036850349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/976019748036850349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-muro-das-lamentacoes.html' title='O Muro das Lamentações'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TRKUuq0drxI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aUDyKOAv6nY/s72-c/Israel+out+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7338810322452131811</id><published>2010-12-21T19:08:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:30:26.776-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharm El Sheik - Egito - outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>E lá se foi mais um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TREUeun7NTI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3emkZQ8CyRs/s1600/Sharm+El+Sheik+out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TREUeun7NTI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3emkZQ8CyRs/s400/Sharm+El+Sheik+out.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando lembro desse dia, hora e lugar, é que vejo o quanto a vida pode, e deve ser vivida intensamente. Inteira e plena. Pena que muitas vezes agente esquece disso.&lt;br /&gt;A foto existe também pra isso. Para além de tudo, não perdermos o nosso caminho.O caminho das lembranças e das memórias. Que é o que realmente fica.&lt;br /&gt;E lá se foi mais um dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7338810322452131811?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7338810322452131811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7338810322452131811' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7338810322452131811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7338810322452131811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-la-se-foi-mais-um-dia.html' title='E lá se foi mais um dia...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TREUeun7NTI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3emkZQ8CyRs/s72-c/Sharm+El+Sheik+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-744415084514804812</id><published>2010-10-06T18:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T01:14:06.740-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creel- México - 1998'/><title type='text'>OlhandoOque?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TKzr8Ky7d1I/AAAAAAAAAtI/mX4yFd76meI/s1600/OlhandoOque%3f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TKzr8Ky7d1I/AAAAAAAAAtI/mX4yFd76meI/s400/OlhandoOque%3f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Olhava o que? Achou o que ele procurava? Ele procurava por alguma coisa? Eu nunca vou saber. Mas posso imaginar.&amp;nbsp;A curiosidade de uma criança. De ver sem poder, de olhar sem saber porque. Assim só para descobrir e imaginar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E imaginar é delicioso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-744415084514804812?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/744415084514804812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=744415084514804812' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/744415084514804812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/744415084514804812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/10/olhandooque.html' title='OlhandoOque?'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TKzr8Ky7d1I/AAAAAAAAAtI/mX4yFd76meI/s72-c/OlhandoOque%3f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-1146164897226478183</id><published>2010-10-06T18:22:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T01:14:41.734-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shiraz - República Islâmica do Irã - Out.2009'/><title type='text'>Havaianas...as legítimas????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TKzoULwtTQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MijkJGpdDoI/s1600/DSC_0514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TKzoULwtTQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MijkJGpdDoI/s400/DSC_0514.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;25 de março, Rua Augusta, Santo Amaro, Bom Retiro, Barra Funda, Brás...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Não importa aonde seja, no final somos todos muito parecidos. Atravesso oceanos, passo horas dentro de um avião e me deparo com uma imagem que poderia ser no meu país , no meu bairro, na minha cidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Impressionante o fascínio de conhecer o mundo e constatar que temos muitas, muitas coisas em comum por aí...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-1146164897226478183?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1146164897226478183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=1146164897226478183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1146164897226478183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1146164897226478183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='Havaianas...as legítimas????'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TKzoULwtTQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MijkJGpdDoI/s72-c/DSC_0514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2736341446916480440</id><published>2010-10-06T18:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T02:52:21.442-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatehpur Sikri - India - 2004'/><title type='text'>Shaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TKzkEUxc0YI/AAAAAAAAAtA/o-c0ytr73PM/s1600/Barbeiro+India+2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TKzkEUxc0YI/AAAAAAAAAtA/o-c0ytr73PM/s400/Barbeiro+India+2004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fatehpur Sikri é uma cidade abandonada com aproximadamente 500 anos. Hoje vive de turistas. E lá estava ele. Assim no meio do nada, no meio da gente. O Indiano faz as suas necessidades básicas em qualquer lugar que seja. Um homem sentado no chão, fazendo a barba. Como se fosse a coisa mais natural do mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E quem é que vai dizer que não é ? Eu é que não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2736341446916480440?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2736341446916480440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2736341446916480440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2736341446916480440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2736341446916480440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/10/shaving.html' title='Shaving'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TKzkEUxc0YI/AAAAAAAAAtA/o-c0ytr73PM/s72-c/Barbeiro+India+2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7730235296294137813</id><published>2010-05-28T21:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:52:39.887-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharm El Sheik - Egito - outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>Azul. Blue. Cerúleo. Bleu. Blau. Azzuro. BLAA. Niebieski. الأزرق. μπλε. 蓝</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TABfiSybrfI/AAAAAAAAArY/CFgmyeWMWQQ/s1600/DSC_0006p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TABfiSybrfI/AAAAAAAAArY/CFgmyeWMWQQ/s400/DSC_0006p.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu ando sempre pra sentir vontade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Mallu Magalhães)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7730235296294137813?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7730235296294137813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7730235296294137813' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7730235296294137813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7730235296294137813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/azulblueceruleobleuazzuroblau.html' title='Azul. Blue. Cerúleo. Bleu. Blau. Azzuro. BLAA. Niebieski. الأزرق. μπλε. 蓝'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TABfiSybrfI/AAAAAAAAArY/CFgmyeWMWQQ/s72-c/DSC_0006p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-1917072707288805715</id><published>2010-05-27T16:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:47:38.036-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puschkar - Rajastão - India - 2004'/><title type='text'>Lata D'Água Na Cabeça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_7HZra6y8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/kTMv5UNIuUs/s1600/PuschKarLataD%C3%A1guaNaCabe%C3%A7a_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_7HZra6y8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/kTMv5UNIuUs/s400/PuschKarLataD%C3%A1guaNaCabe%C3%A7a_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A vezes a imaginação viaja tanto quanto o corpo físico. A minha diz que elas acordaram cedo, andaram um bocado e passaram horas ali na beira do rio lavando roupa. Enquanto eu, acordei cedo, andei um pouco e passei horas ali na beira do rio, admirando isso tudo. Coisas que a imaginação nem podia imaginar...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-1917072707288805715?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1917072707288805715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=1917072707288805715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1917072707288805715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1917072707288805715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/lata-dagua-na-cabeca.html' title='Lata D&apos;Água Na Cabeça...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_7HZra6y8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/kTMv5UNIuUs/s72-c/PuschKarLataD%C3%A1guaNaCabe%C3%A7a_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-733774949624232906</id><published>2010-05-19T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:41:41.808-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fazenda Paraíso - 2008 - Amparo - São Paulo'/><title type='text'>Eu quero uma casa no campo...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_RnqcnqVTI/AAAAAAAAAqA/58yZviBrQa8/s1600/Fazenda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_RnqcnqVTI/AAAAAAAAAqA/58yZviBrQa8/s400/Fazenda.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Felicidade, se acha em horinhas de descuido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-733774949624232906?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/733774949624232906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=733774949624232906' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/733774949624232906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/733774949624232906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-quero-uma-casa-no-campo.html' title='Eu quero uma casa no campo...!'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_RnqcnqVTI/AAAAAAAAAqA/58yZviBrQa8/s72-c/Fazenda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8733463232133477920</id><published>2010-05-19T18:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:04:15.485-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaipur - Índia - Outubro 2009'/><title type='text'>Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_Ls9Md9awI/AAAAAAAAAp4/EwACQSPUKbM/s1600/Jaipur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_Ls9Md9awI/AAAAAAAAAp4/EwACQSPUKbM/s400/Jaipur.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Segundo o mito do livro Judáico-Cristão Bíblia, a mulher foi feita à partir de uma costela de Adão, significando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;com isso, que ela é a companheira, ou seja, está ao seu lado, tal qual as costelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Outra interpretação, em sintonia com a primeira, lembra que a mulher é protetora da vida, dado que os ossos da costela protegem o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8733463232133477920?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8733463232133477920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8733463232133477920' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8733463232133477920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8733463232133477920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/mulher.html' title='Mulher'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_Ls9Md9awI/AAAAAAAAAp4/EwACQSPUKbM/s72-c/Jaipur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2496269728066439378</id><published>2010-05-18T00:13:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:06:07.639-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yazd - República Islâmica do Irã - Out.2009'/><title type='text'>O Senhor Dos Anéis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_IFCZ0eEKI/AAAAAAAAApg/eiQ31jI6D6s/s1600/DSC_0478_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_IFCZ0eEKI/AAAAAAAAApg/eiQ31jI6D6s/s400/DSC_0478_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enquanto meus amigos visitavam um chato monumento, dei uma escapada pelas ruas de Yazd. Virando na esquina do quarteirão aonde eu estava, me deparei com esse grupo de senhores vendedores na calçada. Curiosamente vendiam anéis. Anéis que adornam os dedos dos Iranianos. Muitos desses com empregos precários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas definitivamente com muita dignidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2496269728066439378?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2496269728066439378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2496269728066439378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2496269728066439378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2496269728066439378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-senhor-dos-aneis.html' title='O Senhor Dos Anéis'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_IFCZ0eEKI/AAAAAAAAApg/eiQ31jI6D6s/s72-c/DSC_0478_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-3051138050751559152</id><published>2010-05-17T23:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:23:56.122-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatehpur Sikri - Índia - Out. 2009'/><title type='text'>Cabelo Acajú</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_H88Eu_rFI/AAAAAAAAApY/usm1bFwH7ak/s1600/Fatehpur+Sikri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_H88Eu_rFI/AAAAAAAAApY/usm1bFwH7ak/s400/Fatehpur+Sikri.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em 2004 estive pela 1a vez nesse lugar. Quente, seco , sem nenhuma sombra por perto. Em 2004 ele também estava lá, com seu cabelo pintado de acajú. Depois de 5 anos voltei. O lugar continua seco. Ainda falta sombra. E ele lá: emoldurado pelo seu impecável cabelo acajú.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-3051138050751559152?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3051138050751559152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=3051138050751559152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3051138050751559152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3051138050751559152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/o.html' title='Cabelo Acajú'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_H88Eu_rFI/AAAAAAAAApY/usm1bFwH7ak/s72-c/Fatehpur+Sikri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8225980455313743748</id><published>2010-05-17T19:53:00.027-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:38:52.060-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilin - China - Maio 2006'/><title type='text'>O Chinês e os Urubus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_HIo7EjpUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_r5-H4DmbZ4/s1600/000033_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_HIo7EjpUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_r5-H4DmbZ4/s400/000033_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não sei o que mais me impressionou: a habilidade do sujeito, a beleza desse lugar ou os urubus guardiões. Momento decisivo registrado aqui e que está guardado pra sempre. Mais um dos momentos que me faz ser o que sou e ter certeza de querer continuar por esse imenso mundo que agente pertence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8225980455313743748?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8225980455313743748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8225980455313743748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8225980455313743748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8225980455313743748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/destreza-abilidade-desse-chines.html' title='O Chinês e os Urubus'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_HIo7EjpUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_r5-H4DmbZ4/s72-c/000033_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7478018645912419054</id><published>2010-05-17T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:24:00.221-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maio 2006 - Mongólia'/><title type='text'>Piu Piu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_HBE7xLLQI/AAAAAAAAApI/4OFzL7XoTfA/s1600/000031_23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_HBE7xLLQI/AAAAAAAAApI/4OFzL7XoTfA/s400/000031_23.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Domingo o canto dos passarinhos é tão doce, que dá pra por no café!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Leminsky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7478018645912419054?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7478018645912419054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7478018645912419054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7478018645912419054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7478018645912419054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/piu-piu.html' title='Piu Piu'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S_HBE7xLLQI/AAAAAAAAApI/4OFzL7XoTfA/s72-c/000031_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-5537674277550498679</id><published>2010-05-15T02:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:53:58.244-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oaxaca - México - 1998'/><title type='text'>Sombra e água Fresca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-42nlp0vPI/AAAAAAAAApA/vhn4P5LWuNU/s1600/%C3%81rvore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-42nlp0vPI/AAAAAAAAApA/vhn4P5LWuNU/s400/%C3%81rvore.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Segue o teu destino, regas tuas plantas, ama tuas rosas.&lt;br /&gt;O resto é a sombra de árvores alheias...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-5537674277550498679?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5537674277550498679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=5537674277550498679' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5537674277550498679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5537674277550498679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/sombra-e-agua-fresca.html' title='Sombra e água Fresca'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-42nlp0vPI/AAAAAAAAApA/vhn4P5LWuNU/s72-c/%C3%81rvore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-5023103175373595672</id><published>2010-05-15T02:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:47:41.950-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havana - Cuba - Carnaval 2007'/><title type='text'>Tanta Integridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-40qnrOB5I/AAAAAAAAAo4/cxV9sZYTvCs/s1600/000023_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-40qnrOB5I/AAAAAAAAAo4/cxV9sZYTvCs/s400/000023_9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;O que mais choca em Cuba, é a a falta de liberdade das pessoas que lá habitam. E o que mais me impressionou, foi tamanha integridade que por lá essas pessoas vivem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-5023103175373595672?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5023103175373595672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=5023103175373595672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5023103175373595672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5023103175373595672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/tanta-integridade.html' title='Tanta Integridade'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-40qnrOB5I/AAAAAAAAAo4/cxV9sZYTvCs/s72-c/000023_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8517776579928834250</id><published>2010-05-15T02:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:33:05.688-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijin - China - Maio de 2006'/><title type='text'>A Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4wMDR-xqI/AAAAAAAAAow/CI9-_Dy2hsI/s1600/Beijin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4wMDR-xqI/AAAAAAAAAow/CI9-_Dy2hsI/s400/Beijin.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;A simples fé implica uma disposição de alma para confiar noutra pessoa.É uma confiança tão forte em determinada pessoa ou princípio estabelecido, que produz influência na atividade mental e espiritual dos homens, devendo, normalmente, dirigir a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;A mais simples definição de fé é uma confiança que nasce do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8517776579928834250?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8517776579928834250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8517776579928834250' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8517776579928834250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8517776579928834250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/oracao.html' title='A Fé'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4wMDR-xqI/AAAAAAAAAow/CI9-_Dy2hsI/s72-c/Beijin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-6473864047897514873</id><published>2010-05-15T02:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:51:05.681-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caraíva - Bahia - 1999'/><title type='text'>Baiana Arretada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4siqpClOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kUb_YXCwbCg/s1600/VeiaBrabaCara%C3%ADva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4siqpClOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kUb_YXCwbCg/s400/VeiaBrabaCara%C3%ADva.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chovia. E muito. A chuva me pegou de surpresa. Mais surpresa foi a cara amarrada. Bahiana arretada de cara amarrada olhando a vida amarrada na janela da sua casa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-6473864047897514873?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6473864047897514873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=6473864047897514873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6473864047897514873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6473864047897514873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/chovia.html' title='Baiana Arretada'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4siqpClOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kUb_YXCwbCg/s72-c/VeiaBrabaCara%C3%ADva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-349490010025351774</id><published>2010-05-15T00:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:25:08.161-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando De Noronha - Brasil -Abril 2010'/><title type='text'>Lá no alto tinha uma igreja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4YFSwaT-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/-gbMjaqu5So/s1600/DSC_0010_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4YFSwaT-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/-gbMjaqu5So/s400/DSC_0010_2.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Demorei, mas finalmente conheci o paraíso. A ilha chamada Fernando de Noronha. Uma das paisagens mais lindas que vi em toda a &amp;nbsp;minha vida. E que com tamanha satisfação e orgulho posso dizer de peito aberto: O PARAÍSO É BRASILEIRO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-349490010025351774?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/349490010025351774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=349490010025351774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/349490010025351774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/349490010025351774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-no-alto-tinha-uma-igreja.html' title='Lá no alto tinha uma igreja'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4YFSwaT-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/-gbMjaqu5So/s72-c/DSC_0010_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2588642649489519778</id><published>2010-05-15T00:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:30:34.511-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aswan - Egito - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>Era apenas um quarto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4ThJoLIkI/AAAAAAAAAoA/bhEfh026O4o/s1600/Aswan+out+2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4ThJoLIkI/AAAAAAAAAoA/bhEfh026O4o/s400/Aswan+out+2008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Folow your dreams, they know the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2588642649489519778?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2588642649489519778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2588642649489519778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2588642649489519778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2588642649489519778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/era-apenas-um-quarto.html' title='Era apenas um quarto...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-4ThJoLIkI/AAAAAAAAAoA/bhEfh026O4o/s72-c/Aswan+out+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2766033907844927276</id><published>2010-05-11T01:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:25:54.871-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katmandu - Nepal - Out.1995'/><title type='text'>Roda, roda, roda...pé, pé, pé...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-jZukajFxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/57kdB6lC6aQ/s1600/Roda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-jZukajFxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/57kdB6lC6aQ/s400/Roda.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Três crianças brincando de corda. Brincando de roda. Brincando pé ante pé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Três crianças. Duas meninas. Um menino. Uma corda. Brincando pé ante pé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E pula, e roda e gira na roda. Na roda de dia que brinca pé ante pé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Três crianças, uma corda, pé ante pé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2766033907844927276?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2766033907844927276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2766033907844927276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2766033907844927276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2766033907844927276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/roda-roda-rodape-pe-pe.html' title='Roda, roda, roda...pé, pé, pé...!'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-jZukajFxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/57kdB6lC6aQ/s72-c/Roda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4247770923056497806</id><published>2010-05-11T01:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:10:08.980-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mongólia - Maio - 2006'/><title type='text'>Carpete Verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-jYU2F5d9I/AAAAAAAAAno/x6kfeQly3yU/s1600/000039_13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-jYU2F5d9I/AAAAAAAAAno/x6kfeQly3yU/s400/000039_13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Haverá&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;paradeiro. Para o nosso desejo. Dentro&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;ou&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;fora de nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Haverá paraíso&lt;/em&gt;. Se&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;perder o juízo sem morrer&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Arnaldo Antunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4247770923056497806?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4247770923056497806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4247770923056497806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4247770923056497806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4247770923056497806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/carpete-verde.html' title='Carpete Verde'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-jYU2F5d9I/AAAAAAAAAno/x6kfeQly3yU/s72-c/000039_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2985912448663343001</id><published>2010-05-11T00:44:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:36:31.448-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shiraz - República Islâmica do Irã - Out.2009'/><title type='text'>O enxame vindo do Mar Cáspio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-jR1Lg4AXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Ys4J4uiuCeM/s1600/Ir%C3%A3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-jR1Lg4AXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Ys4J4uiuCeM/s400/Ir%C3%A3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fomos "Atacadas". Eram mulheres do Mar Cáspio que visitavam o lugar. Quando nos viram, como num enxame nos atacaram com seus olhares curiosos, suas vestes negras e sorrisos felizes e atrevidos. Alegres, barulhentas e divertidas. Assim como chegaram , se foram. Deixando atordoados meus olhos, cabeça e corpo. Menos acostumados a cenas como essa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2985912448663343001?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2985912448663343001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2985912448663343001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2985912448663343001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2985912448663343001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-enxame-iraniano.html' title='O enxame vindo do Mar Cáspio'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S-jR1Lg4AXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Ys4J4uiuCeM/s72-c/Ir%C3%A3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8732349284778775403</id><published>2010-03-17T23:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:34:16.351-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatehpur Sikri - Índia - Out.2009'/><title type='text'>Fatehpur Sikri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S6GQtRNf9xI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PW6dvhGfD_c/s1600-h/Fatehpur+Sikri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S6GQtRNf9xI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PW6dvhGfD_c/s400/Fatehpur+Sikri.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maravilhoso acordar e ainda haver ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8732349284778775403?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8732349284778775403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8732349284778775403' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8732349284778775403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8732349284778775403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/03/fatehpur-sikri.html' title='Fatehpur Sikri'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S6GQtRNf9xI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PW6dvhGfD_c/s72-c/Fatehpur+Sikri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-5844518708801945049</id><published>2010-03-17T23:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:24:20.130-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo - Egito - Setembro 2008'/><title type='text'>Amor de Verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S6GLmXntOSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/U2GvvkJAFBs/s1600-h/DSC_0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S6GLmXntOSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/U2GvvkJAFBs/s400/DSC_0035.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu estava indo embora dali. Ela chegava com seu "pacotinho". Orgulhosa e feliz. E sem esboçar nenhum receio, me deu todo o seu amor de presente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-5844518708801945049?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5844518708801945049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=5844518708801945049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5844518708801945049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5844518708801945049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor-de-verdade.html' title='Amor de Verdade'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S6GLmXntOSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/U2GvvkJAFBs/s72-c/DSC_0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7032366908285812812</id><published>2010-03-15T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:40:49.760-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ali Temple - Shiraz - República Islâmica do Irã - Out.2009'/><title type='text'>Sallah Maleicom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S56zZNenv9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/i9sWWw09FJo/s1600-h/Teer%C3%A3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S56zZNenv9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/i9sWWw09FJo/s400/Teer%C3%A3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Foi a primeira mesquita com fiéis orando que pude entrar e fotografar. Me deu uma emoção tão grande que comecei a chorar. Quietinha chorei. Foi tão forte, tão intenso que não sei muito bem o que aconteceu comigo. Só sei que essa emoção tomou conta do meu peito e desabei. E assim, levada por esse sentimento sai de lá tonta, entorpecida por ter vivido tudo isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7032366908285812812?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7032366908285812812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7032366908285812812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7032366908285812812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7032366908285812812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/03/sallah-maleicom.html' title='Sallah Maleicom'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S56zZNenv9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/i9sWWw09FJo/s72-c/Teer%C3%A3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4738160846579839308</id><published>2010-03-15T13:02:00.046-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:50:14.173-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amristar - Índia - Nov.2009'/><title type='text'>Os Sikhs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S55ZC03SANI/AAAAAAAAAjs/_d7_XxCTJPA/s1600-h/Amristar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S55ZC03SANI/AAAAAAAAAjs/_d7_XxCTJPA/s400/Amristar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Esse lago fica em torno do templo mais sagrado da religião dos SIKHS, em Amristar. &amp;nbsp;Ir até o templo, rezar e se banhar nessas águas é a coisa mais sagrada para eles. Passei um dia inteiro aqui. Fotografando, me comovendo, e admirando toda essa fé. &amp;nbsp;A fé que transforma e que dignifica essas pessoas. A fé que me trás a certeza, de que nada nessa vida é por acaso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4738160846579839308?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4738160846579839308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4738160846579839308' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4738160846579839308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4738160846579839308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/03/cascavel.html' title='Os Sikhs'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S55ZC03SANI/AAAAAAAAAjs/_d7_XxCTJPA/s72-c/Amristar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2035732109010182755</id><published>2010-01-06T15:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:15:03.544-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esfahan- Iman Mosque -República Islâmica do Irã - Outubro de 2009'/><title type='text'>O Acaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0TJ2iN_JsI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZdSXCbo35nE/s1600-h/Shiraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0TJ2iN_JsI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZdSXCbo35nE/s400/Shiraz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423681789996508866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi totalmente por acaso. Eu saia da visita à mesquita e fui dar uma olhadinha lá fora pelo buraco. E exatamente nessa hora ele veio dar uma espiadinha ali dentro. E por acaso nos encontramos nesse exato momento. Eu ali dentro, ele ali fora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o acaso mais uma vez foi quem saiu ganhando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2035732109010182755?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2035732109010182755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2035732109010182755' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2035732109010182755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2035732109010182755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-acaso.html' title='O Acaso'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0TJ2iN_JsI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZdSXCbo35nE/s72-c/Shiraz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-1520067969702060016</id><published>2010-01-06T14:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:39:55.132-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havana - Cuba - Carnaval 2007'/><title type='text'>As 3 Meninas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0S6w4frQYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xbR8NSsOA3k/s1600-h/As+Tres+Meninas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0S6w4frQYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xbR8NSsOA3k/s400/As+Tres+Meninas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423665200222650754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas pulavam, corriam, riam e me seguiam. Lindas meninas Cubanas. Cheias de energia. Cheias de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Alegria que contagia e me dá ainda mais vontade pra viver cada dia. &lt;br /&gt;Viajar, fotografar e poder viver isso tudo, pra mim é a melhor coisa do mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-1520067969702060016?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1520067969702060016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=1520067969702060016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1520067969702060016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1520067969702060016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-tres-meninas.html' title='As 3 Meninas'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0S6w4frQYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xbR8NSsOA3k/s72-c/As+Tres+Meninas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-3682830370937808204</id><published>2010-01-06T14:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:41:25.725-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feira de Camelos em Puschkar- Rajastão - Índia Novembro de 2009'/><title type='text'>Esse seu olhar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0S0EcP8YUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/jTS5rHWun4c/s1600-h/Feira+de+Camelos+em+Pushkar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0S0EcP8YUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/jTS5rHWun4c/s400/Feira+de+Camelos+em+Pushkar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423657839656460610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada hora de cada dia, a gente aprende uma qualidade nova de medo" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-3682830370937808204?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3682830370937808204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=3682830370937808204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3682830370937808204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3682830370937808204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-olhar.html' title='Esse seu olhar....'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0S0EcP8YUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/jTS5rHWun4c/s72-c/Feira+de+Camelos+em+Pushkar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-837101455589495704</id><published>2010-01-06T13:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:40:58.764-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teerã - República Islâmica do Irã - Outubro de 2009'/><title type='text'>Uma espiadinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SuW4zjldI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/QC5tujR82qk/s1600-h/Teer%C3%A3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SuW4zjldI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/QC5tujR82qk/s400/Teer%C3%A3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423651559489902034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jantamos nesse delicioso e alegre restaurante Iraniano. E aqui nessa salinha eles se encontram pra fumar o famoso Narguile. &lt;br /&gt;E inspiram, conversam, se encontram e até quem sabe: conspiram...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-837101455589495704?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/837101455589495704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=837101455589495704' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/837101455589495704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/837101455589495704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-espiadinha.html' title='Uma espiadinha...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SuW4zjldI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/QC5tujR82qk/s72-c/Teer%C3%A3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-6417675973768180647</id><published>2010-01-06T11:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:40:59.507-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teerã - República Islâmica do Irã - Outubro de 2009'/><title type='text'>A Borboleta Iraniana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SQ8D-1III/AAAAAAAAAeI/WS92A4CweiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SQ8D-1III/AAAAAAAAAeI/WS92A4CweiQ/s400/DSC_0148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423619212796305538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos num mausoléu de um dos poetas mais famosos no Irã. Um monumento todo de azulejos coloridos cercado por um belo jardim. E parada ali lá estava ela. Repousando sua beleza no meio de tanta beleza. Uma iraniana moderna, admiravelmente pintada e ornamentada. Coisa rara por ali. Coisa rara nesse país tão cheio de regras e restrições. Mas que com certeza também tem seus encantos. E quantos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-6417675973768180647?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6417675973768180647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=6417675973768180647' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6417675973768180647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6417675973768180647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/borboleta-iraniana.html' title='A Borboleta Iraniana'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SQ8D-1III/AAAAAAAAAeI/WS92A4CweiQ/s72-c/DSC_0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7941523699615260007</id><published>2010-01-06T11:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:32:13.910-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puschkar - Rajastão - India - Novembro de 2009'/><title type='text'>A Dama de Vermelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SMgIWjSII/AAAAAAAAAeA/oPxaipgV_to/s1600-h/Pushkar+2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SMgIWjSII/AAAAAAAAAeA/oPxaipgV_to/s400/Pushkar+2_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423614334886692994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de 5 anos voltei a  Puschkar. Cidade sagrada para os Hindus. Cercada por um lindo lago também sagrado. 100% vegetariana. Ali não entra nenhum tipo de carne.  E naquele pedaço o Indiano se banha, lava suas roupas, reza, pede, crê e agradece. Mas infelizmente a degradação da natureza também chegou por ali. O lago secou e deixou triste não só os meus olhos mas muita gente que dele vivia. &lt;br /&gt;Foi triste, mas continua bonito. E essa beleza ninguém tira de lá. Disso tenho certeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7941523699615260007?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7941523699615260007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7941523699615260007' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7941523699615260007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7941523699615260007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/dama-de-vermelho.html' title='A Dama de Vermelho'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SMgIWjSII/AAAAAAAAAeA/oPxaipgV_to/s72-c/Pushkar+2_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8740491117218307380</id><published>2010-01-06T11:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:05:21.818-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='República Islâmica do Irã - Outubro 2009'/><title type='text'>Lá em cima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SL50efXMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ul3PqF6xuaM/s1600-h/3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SL50efXMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ul3PqF6xuaM/s400/3a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423613676716252354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SLz8rbF5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/kQFcYJoo1aw/s1600-h/2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SLz8rbF5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/kQFcYJoo1aw/s400/2a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423613575838766994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SLsN2DlcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2kFZx75vXhQ/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SLsN2DlcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2kFZx75vXhQ/s400/1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423613443007813058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanta beleza junta que ficar com o pescoço dolorido de tanto olhar pro teto compensa...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8740491117218307380?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8740491117218307380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8740491117218307380' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8740491117218307380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8740491117218307380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/texturas-do-ira.html' title='Lá em cima...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0SL50efXMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ul3PqF6xuaM/s72-c/3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8475060622513713799</id><published>2010-01-05T22:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:29:54.484-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agra - Índia - Novembro de 2009'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0Pbw_SOKjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HZRJOLrBRsk/s1600-h/Agra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0Pbw_SOKjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HZRJOLrBRsk/s400/Agra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423420010952272434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quase nada sei...&lt;br /&gt;Mas desconfio de muita coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8475060622513713799?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8475060622513713799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8475060622513713799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8475060622513713799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8475060622513713799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-quase-nada-sei.html' title='...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0Pbw_SOKjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HZRJOLrBRsk/s72-c/Agra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-5103762909000819343</id><published>2010-01-05T03:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:38:55.783-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Udaipur- Rajastão - Índia Novembro de 2009'/><title type='text'>As Meninas da Índia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0LRfQMayHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WMsIRIaoOA0/s1600-h/DSC_0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0LRfQMayHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WMsIRIaoOA0/s400/DSC_0431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423127236160702578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 anos de idade. As duas estavam literalmente no meio de pedras, cimento e poeira. Muita poeira. São as meninas pedreiras da Índia. Jovens trabalhadoras que impressionam pela sua força. Estavam consertando um muro enorme, trabalhando numa estrutura feita de bambus. Inacreditável. Subiram para aonde eu estava talvez encantadas com minha câmera, talvez curiosas com a minha presença. Vivendo o dia a dia que eu não faço idéia de como deva ser. Vida dura, pobre. Talvez triste? Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Jovens meninas, vivas e alegres. Sem nenhuma opção melhor pela vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-5103762909000819343?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5103762909000819343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=5103762909000819343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5103762909000819343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5103762909000819343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-meninas-da-india.html' title='As Meninas da Índia'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0LRfQMayHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WMsIRIaoOA0/s72-c/DSC_0431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7051742336135537960</id><published>2010-01-05T03:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:36:02.822-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kharanag - República Islâmica do Irã - Outubro 2009'/><title type='text'>A Fadinha Iraniana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0LOWqUky4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/tERekuXqYHY/s1600-h/Kharanag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0LOWqUky4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/tERekuXqYHY/s400/Kharanag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423123790020529026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui entrando , me encantando. Ganhei um sorriso sem graça, algumas fotos e duas deliciosas romãs. Nos comunicamos por gestos. Ela me deixou ficar ali no seu jardim coberto de romãs. Entrei na sala sem móveis. Só tapetes. Foram 15 minutos. Guardados aqui comigo pra sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7051742336135537960?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7051742336135537960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7051742336135537960' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7051742336135537960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7051742336135537960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/fadinha-iraniana.html' title='A Fadinha Iraniana'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0LOWqUky4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/tERekuXqYHY/s72-c/Kharanag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7816115847554773506</id><published>2010-01-05T03:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:36:44.627-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellora Caves - Índia - Novembro de 2009'/><title type='text'>Quanta Beleza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0LLnD4tjNI/AAAAAAAAAco/vw7BdxxN-ec/s1600-h/Beleza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0LLnD4tjNI/AAAAAAAAAco/vw7BdxxN-ec/s400/Beleza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423120773226007762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a beleza é tanta, ela fala sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Uma moça linda. Vendendo fruta do conde. Ali. Cuidando das frutas e dos 3 filhos.Linda. Linda de olhos verdes brilhantes. Fico imaginando se tivesse nascido em outro lugar, em outro país, em outra condição. Sua beleza me deixou tonta, embasbacada e verdadeiramente desnorteada. &lt;br /&gt;Porque será que a beleza mexe tanto com agente? Deixo aqui essa homenagem a uma das mulheres mais lindas que vi em toda a minha vida. É a única coisa de fato que posso fazer por ela...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7816115847554773506?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7816115847554773506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7816115847554773506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7816115847554773506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7816115847554773506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2010/01/quanta-beleza.html' title='Quanta Beleza...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/S0LLnD4tjNI/AAAAAAAAAco/vw7BdxxN-ec/s72-c/Beleza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2614167050776157783</id><published>2009-10-02T02:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T02:12:06.313-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Lençóis&quot; - Chapada Diamantina - Jan.2002- Bahia'/><title type='text'>Vou ali e já volto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SsWLXySkeWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bGqOw-lYAIY/s1600-h/Len%C3%A7%C3%B3isBahiaChapadaJan02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SsWLXySkeWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bGqOw-lYAIY/s400/Len%C3%A7%C3%B3isBahiaChapadaJan02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387865769971579234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu tenho uma porção de coisas grandes pra conquistar, eu não posso ficar aí parado..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dezembro tô de volta com mais fotos e mais histórias!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2614167050776157783?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2614167050776157783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2614167050776157783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2614167050776157783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2614167050776157783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/10/vou-mas-volto.html' title='Vou ali e já volto...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SsWLXySkeWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bGqOw-lYAIY/s72-c/Len%C3%A7%C3%B3isBahiaChapadaJan02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7072425370203128272</id><published>2009-09-04T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:45:25.653-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havana - Cuba - Carnaval 2007'/><title type='text'>Bonequinhas Cubanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SqHOklFFXHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-sbCRD2V3Wo/s1600-h/PinkBack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SqHOklFFXHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-sbCRD2V3Wo/s400/PinkBack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377806557881130098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareciam bonequinhas daquelas que se coloca em bolo de confeiteiro. Eram muitas. Todas extremamente arrumadas, penteadas e com seus vestidos multicoloridos. Celebravam suas formaturas. Celebravam a entrada para quem sabe, de um futuro melhor. Um futuro com mais liberdade. Num país aonde a conjugação dessa palavra é rara, elas com certeza, terão muito trabalho pela frente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7072425370203128272?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7072425370203128272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7072425370203128272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7072425370203128272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7072425370203128272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-meio-de-havana-nos-deparamos-com-um.html' title='Bonequinhas Cubanas'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SqHOklFFXHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-sbCRD2V3Wo/s72-c/PinkBack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-1205675856089876072</id><published>2009-09-04T00:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:48:24.095-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vilarejo na Mongólia - Maio 2006'/><title type='text'>Nada mais importa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SqCNn1iX-pI/AAAAAAAAAcI/M-o1Cy90Bww/s1600-h/000043_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SqCNn1iX-pI/AAAAAAAAAcI/M-o1Cy90Bww/s400/000043_8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377453670606043794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alegria é a prova dos nove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oswald de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-1205675856089876072?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1205675856089876072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=1205675856089876072' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1205675856089876072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1205675856089876072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-mais-importa.html' title='Nada mais importa...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SqCNn1iX-pI/AAAAAAAAAcI/M-o1Cy90Bww/s72-c/000043_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-6827606199448639158</id><published>2009-09-04T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:54:34.603-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caen- Normandia - França 2004'/><title type='text'>A Normandia no Final da Tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SqCGs3sdjlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cbF-rCxlTZo/s1600-h/Caen+-+Normandia+de+Tarde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SqCGs3sdjlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cbF-rCxlTZo/s400/Caen+-+Normandia+de+Tarde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377446060503174738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um final de semana gostoso. Um Hotel bacaninha e os verdadeiros Franceses do interior. Gentis, amáveis e muito simpáticos.&lt;br /&gt;Fui com uma amiga numa "Rave" nessa pequena cidade ao norte da França. Bem diferente dessa paisagem. Bem menos interessante que esse belo final de tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-6827606199448639158?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6827606199448639158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=6827606199448639158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6827606199448639158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6827606199448639158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/09/normandia-no-final-da-tarde.html' title='A Normandia no Final da Tarde'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SqCGs3sdjlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cbF-rCxlTZo/s72-c/Caen+-+Normandia+de+Tarde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-5116301968274432986</id><published>2009-09-01T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:02:53.632-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vilarejo em Aswan - Egito - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>A mocinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpySzE-QIsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tU5gHdjYQ7I/s1600-h/DSC_0209_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpySzE-QIsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tU5gHdjYQ7I/s400/DSC_0209_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376333461379359426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detesto turismo de massa. Mas esse me deixou seduzida. Era um vilarejo pertencente aos Núbios à margem do Rio Nilo. Núbios são Egípcios que se pensa ser a mais antiga civilização negra da África. Fui "convidada" a entrar na casa de um deles. Foi o que eu fiz. Só que pelo caminho contrário. Entrei pela cozinha , passei pelo quarto, e me encantei pela parte não habitada pelos turistas. &lt;br /&gt;A mocinha curiosa, meio assustada, meio constrangida, me espiava. Espiava tentando me entender. Entender as diferenças que com certeza existiam entre nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-5116301968274432986?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5116301968274432986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=5116301968274432986' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5116301968274432986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5116301968274432986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/confesso-que-evito-o-turismo-de-massa.html' title='A mocinha'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpySzE-QIsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tU5gHdjYQ7I/s72-c/DSC_0209_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-6329138796444208179</id><published>2009-08-25T01:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:46:15.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camamú-Bahia - Janeiro 2003'/><title type='text'>Olá como vai?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNsZ5TggHI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xAOY-pWjlAU/s1600-h/ComoVAi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNsZ5TggHI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xAOY-pWjlAU/s400/ComoVAi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373757972518305906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O senhor...mire veja: o mais importante e bonito do mundo, é isto: que as pessoas não estão sempre iguais, ainda não foram terminadas – mas que elas vão sempre mudando. Afinam e desafinam. Verdade maior.”                &lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-6329138796444208179?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6329138796444208179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=6329138796444208179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6329138796444208179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6329138796444208179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/ola-como-vai.html' title='Olá como vai?!'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNsZ5TggHI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xAOY-pWjlAU/s72-c/ComoVAi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4587703596561034520</id><published>2009-08-25T01:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:48:51.561-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuba - Carnaval 2007'/><title type='text'>Ladrilho Hidráulico Cubano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNplWoI6dI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dDNUTbYZhUg/s1600-h/000041_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNplWoI6dI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dDNUTbYZhUg/s400/000041_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373754870833146322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma espiadinha e descobri essa tristeza. O que ela pensava? Sofria? Ou era apenas o cansaço de mais um dia?&lt;br /&gt;A força que a foto tem, não cura a dúvida que aqui vai ficar. Espero apenas que seja só um momento. Um momento no meio de mais um dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4587703596561034520?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4587703596561034520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4587703596561034520' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4587703596561034520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4587703596561034520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-espiadinha.html' title='Ladrilho Hidráulico Cubano'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNplWoI6dI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dDNUTbYZhUg/s72-c/000041_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-3544044737540016565</id><published>2009-08-25T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:50:58.210-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luxor - Egito - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>O Jovem Muçulmano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNkX5qz3KI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OLEI6Fz38dA/s1600-h/Luxor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNkX5qz3KI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OLEI6Fz38dA/s400/Luxor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373749142163283106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era cedo. Nascia o dia. Entre nós as águas do Rio Nilo. Um barquinho, um chá com biscoitos e 10 minutos depois chegamos do outro lado. Ele nem me viu tirar a foto. Um belo jovem muçulmano. Bonito. Só isso. Não deu tempo pra saber mais. Nem pensei em saber mais de nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o que eu queria, eu já havia conseguido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-3544044737540016565?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3544044737540016565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=3544044737540016565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3544044737540016565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3544044737540016565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/era-bem-cedo.html' title='O Jovem Muçulmano'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNkX5qz3KI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OLEI6Fz38dA/s72-c/Luxor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2491190840193232765</id><published>2009-08-25T01:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:34:26.232-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puschkar - Rajastão - India - 2004'/><title type='text'>É Amarelo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNjEKa8npI/AAAAAAAAAbA/tezN8QF8nsw/s1600-h/PuschkarMocaAmarela1_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373747703551139474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNjEKa8npI/AAAAAAAAAbA/tezN8QF8nsw/s400/PuschkarMocaAmarela1_1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo de verdade aqueles para quem eu digo isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2491190840193232765?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2491190840193232765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2491190840193232765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2491190840193232765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2491190840193232765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/mulher-de-amarelo.html' title='É Amarelo...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SpNjEKa8npI/AAAAAAAAAbA/tezN8QF8nsw/s72-c/PuschkarMocaAmarela1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2562515415852997550</id><published>2009-08-11T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:34:11.511-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maraú - Bahia - Janeiro 2003'/><title type='text'>Yes, nós temos Bananas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoD_HRhY-KI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m5jOuoQw_xU/s1600-h/MorenoBananas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoD_HRhY-KI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m5jOuoQw_xU/s400/MorenoBananas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368571256253249698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi na feira de escambo de Maraú. Ele vendia bananas. Bonito como a noite. Forte como o homem deveria ser. Mais um Bahiano com descendência Africana. Mais um Brasileiro batalhador, trabalhando para ganhar sua liberdade. Essa com certeza bem diferente do que a Princesa Isabel lhe deu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2562515415852997550?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2562515415852997550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2562515415852997550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2562515415852997550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2562515415852997550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/nos-temos-bananas.html' title='Yes, nós temos Bananas!!'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoD_HRhY-KI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m5jOuoQw_xU/s72-c/MorenoBananas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-262097354476229274</id><published>2009-08-11T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:41:50.113-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijin - China - Maio de 2006'/><title type='text'>Sapeca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoD5MsVhV1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z5ugXKyp1Ak/s1600-h/000016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoD5MsVhV1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z5ugXKyp1Ak/s400/000016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368564752280803154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela pulava, corria, estava feliz como criança. No meio daquela multidão que tentava visitar o lugar. Ela nem parecia se importar. Continuava ali pulando, correndo, feliz. E assim parou, postou-se dessa forma e no seu melhor estilo "Calcinha de Oncinha" consegui roubar sua pose. A pose de menina sapeca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-262097354476229274?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/262097354476229274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=262097354476229274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/262097354476229274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/262097354476229274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/sapeca.html' title='Sapeca'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoD5MsVhV1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z5ugXKyp1Ak/s72-c/000016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-5105584582828674195</id><published>2009-08-11T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:47:31.803-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tremembé- Bahia - Janeiro 2003'/><title type='text'>E a vida passa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoD1sHCfJGI/AAAAAAAAAao/Jm1PUNho5Rg/s1600-h/CacholosPoeira_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoD1sHCfJGI/AAAAAAAAAao/Jm1PUNho5Rg/s400/CacholosPoeira_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368560893978158178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delícia de fechar os olhos, por um instante e assim ficar, sozinho, fabricando escuro...sabendo que existe a luz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-5105584582828674195?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5105584582828674195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=5105584582828674195' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5105584582828674195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5105584582828674195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-vida-passa.html' title='E a vida passa...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoD1sHCfJGI/AAAAAAAAAao/Jm1PUNho5Rg/s72-c/CacholosPoeira_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2081379966128540037</id><published>2009-08-10T23:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:38:03.469-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jodhpur - Rajastão - India - 2004/2005'/><title type='text'>O Amarelo da Cidade Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoDbw8egaJI/AAAAAAAAAag/amKS64PprJY/s1600-h/EntidadeJodhpur_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368532389739915410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoDbw8egaJI/AAAAAAAAAag/amKS64PprJY/s400/EntidadeJodhpur_1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodhpur é conhecida no Rajastão como a cidade azul. Todas suas casas são pintadas literalmente de azul. Azul da sabedoria para os Indianos. Suas ruelas são verdadeiros labirintos. Você tem que seguir seu extinto ou prestar muita atenção pra não se perder. Todas as ruas são parecidas. Voltando para o meu hotel, prestei foi atenção nesse amarelo, que com certeza fez eu me perder por ele nesse imenso labirinto amarelo da cidade azul. Azul da sabedoria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2081379966128540037?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2081379966128540037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2081379966128540037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2081379966128540037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2081379966128540037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amarelo-da-cidade-azul.html' title='O Amarelo da Cidade Azul'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SoDbw8egaJI/AAAAAAAAAag/amKS64PprJY/s72-c/EntidadeJodhpur_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4727762263511606350</id><published>2009-08-09T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:09:13.841-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amsterdã- Holanda - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sn-AOmqHeEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dgy4k9c-fUU/s1600-h/Pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sn-AOmqHeEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dgy4k9c-fUU/s400/Pink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368150269232642114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juventude, sua filha da puta, aonde foi você? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4727762263511606350?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4727762263511606350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4727762263511606350' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4727762263511606350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4727762263511606350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/sou-jovem.html' title='Youth'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sn-AOmqHeEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dgy4k9c-fUU/s72-c/Pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-3879946152559148448</id><published>2009-08-09T22:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:32:23.901-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharm El Sheik - Egito - outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>Piratas do Egito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sn97qYeMogI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4xt-x_Rr-_I/s1600-h/Piratas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sn97qYeMogI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4xt-x_Rr-_I/s400/Piratas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368145248902750722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhar é uma das sensações mais mágicas que se possa ter na vida. Quem mergulha sabe. Mergulhar no Mar Vermelho então, é um privilégio. Foram 9 dias de muito mergulho e contemplação, à bordo de um barco com mais 16 mergulhadores. Mergulho pela manhã, outro depois do almoço, um breve descanso à tarde, e mais outro mergulho à noite. E pra complementar um lindo por do sol todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num desses lá iam os "Piratas". Navegando calmamente. Completando meu descanso, completando esses 9 dias de encantamento nas águas do Mar Vermelho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-3879946152559148448?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3879946152559148448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=3879946152559148448' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3879946152559148448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3879946152559148448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/piratas-do-egito.html' title='Piratas do Egito'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sn97qYeMogI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4xt-x_Rr-_I/s72-c/Piratas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-6252959801043492439</id><published>2009-08-09T22:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:21:24.623-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aswan - Egito - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>Ramadã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TBb_r595WYI/AAAAAAAAAsg/KZyjCoAW8ls/s1600/Aswan+out+2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TBb_r595WYI/AAAAAAAAAsg/KZyjCoAW8ls/s400/Aswan+out+2008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O Ramadã é um feriado não fixo  que se localiza no nono mês do calendário muçulmano. Acredita-se que foi enviado do céu como uma orientação aos homens e como um meio de sua salvação. É durante este mês que os muçulmanos jejuam. É chamado de Jejum do Ramadã e dura um mês inteiro. É um período de adoração e contemplação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante o jejum não é permitido comer, beber, fumar e manter relações sexuais durante as horas que se tem luz do dia. Ao término de cada dia o jejum é finalizado com uma oração e uma refeição chamada "Iftar". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse senhor estava justamente lá esperando a hora exata para comer sua primeira refeição do dia: duas esfihas de carne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-6252959801043492439?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6252959801043492439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=6252959801043492439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6252959801043492439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6252959801043492439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramada.html' title='Ramadã'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/TBb_r595WYI/AAAAAAAAAsg/KZyjCoAW8ls/s72-c/Aswan+out+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4364331352336740360</id><published>2009-08-09T13:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:38:09.262-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luxor - Egito - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>Deitados em berço esplêndido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sn73pPgRAsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/k-m1msxDtyQ/s1600-h/Deitado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sn73pPgRAsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/k-m1msxDtyQ/s400/Deitado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368000093780771522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 minutos, 100 dólares a menos e uma viagem de balão pelas planícies de Luxor. Bem ali ao lado do Nilo.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que subi com medo. Me imaginar voando sem chão firme e sem teto é uma sensação muito estranha. Mas a vida sendo vista assim de cima, é fascinante. Era cedo. As pessoas ainda dormiam ou estavam começando seu dia. Sim, dormiam nos tetos de suas casas. Pra espantar o calor talvez, ou por falta de outra opção de descanso mais confortável. &lt;br /&gt;Mas confortável estava eu. Espiando através da minha câmera aquela vida ali apenas começando mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicioso, imperdível e inesquecível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4364331352336740360?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4364331352336740360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4364331352336740360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4364331352336740360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4364331352336740360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/deitado-em-berco-esplendido.html' title='Deitados em berço esplêndido...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sn73pPgRAsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/k-m1msxDtyQ/s72-c/Deitado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2337151235074399339</id><published>2009-08-03T23:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:54:20.932-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bom Retiro - São Paulo - Setembro de 2005'/><title type='text'>Vai...e Vem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SneiCied5YI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jt-ooauSZrs/s1600-h/Vai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SneiCied5YI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jt-ooauSZrs/s400/Vai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365935645533267330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sneh9yl4lOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CIC82p4MK6s/s1600-h/Vem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sneh9yl4lOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CIC82p4MK6s/s400/Vem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365935563959997666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foto poderia ter sido tirada em qualquer lugar do mundo, aonde cristãos ortodoxos poderiam viver. Jamais, em nenhum momento, pude imaginar que em pleno domingo chuvoso, na minha própria cidade, eu poderia me deparar com tal cena.&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, e foi lá no coração de São Paulo que esses religiosos ortodoxos, iam e vinham. De onde não sei. Pra onde tão pouco. Essa é a cidade de São Paulo, tão cansada, tão maltratada, mas incrivelmente acolhedora e diversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo São Paulo, com todos seus muitos defeitos e outros tantos predicados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2337151235074399339?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2337151235074399339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2337151235074399339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2337151235074399339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2337151235074399339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/vaie-vem.html' title='Vai...e Vem....'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SneiCied5YI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jt-ooauSZrs/s72-c/Vai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2261848801853220809</id><published>2009-08-03T23:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:59:16.220-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petra - Jordânia - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>O Galã de Petra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SnefETE0GqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/D7mA4W4F4p4/s1600-h/Gal%C3%A3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365932377223994018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SnefETE0GqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/D7mA4W4F4p4/s400/Gal%C3%A3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses são os famosos beduínos nômades que vivem no deserto da Jordânia. Um típico "Galã Jordaniano". &lt;br /&gt;Que generoso foi, se não tivesse literalmente me proferido antes dessa foto, muita cantada. Não costumo ser generosa assim, mas confesso que por esse retrato eu até deixei me levar. Uma cantada por uma foto. Pra mim foi justo. Muito justo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2261848801853220809?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2261848801853220809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2261848801853220809' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2261848801853220809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2261848801853220809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-gala-de-petra.html' title='O Galã de Petra'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SnefETE0GqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/D7mA4W4F4p4/s72-c/Gal%C3%A3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4754848278279031546</id><published>2009-06-24T15:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:30:07.461-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malecón - Cuba - Carnaval 2007'/><title type='text'>O Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SkJtwrAbMcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/v8YGJgOSxRQ/s1600-h/menino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SkJtwrAbMcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/v8YGJgOSxRQ/s400/menino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959990215225794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti, ventre, louvo, porque te satisfazes com alguns legumes; mas não a ti, coração maldito, que não te contentas nem com centenas de desejos!&lt;br /&gt;Çantiçataka (Sentenças Ascéticas Indianas, séc. XI), I, 24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4754848278279031546?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4754848278279031546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4754848278279031546' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4754848278279031546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4754848278279031546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='O Mar'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SkJtwrAbMcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/v8YGJgOSxRQ/s72-c/menino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7774503037127593312</id><published>2009-06-22T23:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:19:33.454-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amsterdã- Holanda - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>Moças de Fino Trato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SkFG1HMmW8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/zRpR5Gs9yR4/s1600-h/Putas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SkFG1HMmW8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/zRpR5Gs9yR4/s400/Putas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350635710571764674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moça de fino trato. Prostituta. Mulher de vida fácil. Meretriz. Garota de Programa. Rameira. Mulher que se entrega à prostituição. Mulher devassa. Mulher que pratica atividades sexuais por dinheiro. Vadia. Vaca. Galinha . Dada. Fácil. Marafona. Quenga. Ambulatriz. Bagaxa. Chantra. Hervoeira. Mundana. Quitata. Biraia. Biscaia. Piranha. Paneleira.Tronga. Calhandeira. Pêga. Pataqueira. Fadista. Putéfia. Fadista. Hetera. Cabra. Puta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Resumo: a profissão mais antiga que existe no mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7774503037127593312?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7774503037127593312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7774503037127593312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7774503037127593312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7774503037127593312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/mocas-de-fino-trato.html' title='Moças de Fino Trato'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SkFG1HMmW8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/zRpR5Gs9yR4/s72-c/Putas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7584016979904472792</id><published>2009-06-22T22:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:40:37.442-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petra - Jordânia - Outubro 2008'/><title type='text'>O Encantador de Pedras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SkA2jxyh19I/AAAAAAAAAYw/pbYGaco0-4E/s1600-h/Jordania.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350336345604741074" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SkA2jxyh19I/AAAAAAAAAYw/pbYGaco0-4E/s400/Jordania.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petra é patrimônio mundial da humanidade. Um dos lugares mais incríveis que estive na vida. Para se chegar até lá, anda-se quase 1 hora e meia. Muito calor, chão de terra batida, muitos turistas, charretes, cavalos, ou a pé mesmo.  &lt;br /&gt;Indescritível. Agente esquece o calor, os pés sujos, o cansaço. Impressionante, mas é isso mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E no meio dessa maravilha toda estava o Encantador de Pedras... encantando até as pedras com sua flauta doce...em busca de alguns trocados. Em busca de alguma sobrevivência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7584016979904472792?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7584016979904472792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7584016979904472792' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7584016979904472792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7584016979904472792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-encantador-de-pedras.html' title='O Encantador de Pedras'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SkA2jxyh19I/AAAAAAAAAYw/pbYGaco0-4E/s72-c/Jordania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2677407595480145468</id><published>2009-06-19T04:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:05:58.036-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Caminho pra Agra - Índia - 2004'/><title type='text'>Indiano Jornaleiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs9t07euPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8DRNC9Gzqlk/s1600-h/EntidadeJornal_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs9t07euPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8DRNC9Gzqlk/s400/EntidadeJornal_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348936839944124658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho pra conhecer o Tash Mahal meu trem atrasou 6 horas. Cheguei a entrar num vagão e quase peguei o trem errado.&lt;br /&gt;Ele ia na direção contrária. Fico pensando aqui comigo o que aconteceria do lado contrário da minha viagem? Por sorte nunca vou saber. Por sorte descobri há tempo meu erro. E por sorte consegui essa foto mágica que é pra mim o "Indiano Jornaleiro".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2677407595480145468?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2677407595480145468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2677407595480145468' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2677407595480145468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2677407595480145468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/entidade.html' title='Indiano Jornaleiro'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs9t07euPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8DRNC9Gzqlk/s72-c/EntidadeJornal_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-5032960285381162152</id><published>2009-06-19T04:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:33:52.741-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camamú-Bahia - Janeiro 2003'/><title type='text'>Auto Retrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs8BU7ld1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/SDLWIY6hxjQ/s1600-h/EuFotografando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs8BU7ld1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/SDLWIY6hxjQ/s400/EuFotografando.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348934975928760146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a La Vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-5032960285381162152?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5032960285381162152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=5032960285381162152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5032960285381162152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/5032960285381162152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/marilu.html' title='Auto Retrato'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs8BU7ld1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/SDLWIY6hxjQ/s72-c/EuFotografando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8735689026935647772</id><published>2009-06-19T04:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:16:12.639-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Lençóis&quot; - Chapada Diamantina - Jan.2002- Bahia'/><title type='text'>As Três Janelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs5ujPbV7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/NCkPPUvYZrU/s1600-h/Tr%C3%AAs+janelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs5ujPbV7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/NCkPPUvYZrU/s400/Tr%C3%AAs+janelas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348932454329309106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bem que eu gostaria de saber o que é, mas estando do lado de dentro, eu vejo em existência, não em essência...”                               Guimarães Rosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8735689026935647772?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8735689026935647772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8735689026935647772' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8735689026935647772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8735689026935647772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-tres-janelas.html' title='As Três Janelas'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs5ujPbV7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/NCkPPUvYZrU/s72-c/Tr%C3%AAs+janelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7385866176303290922</id><published>2009-06-19T03:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:47:48.351-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijin - China - Maio de 2006'/><title type='text'>Mao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs0zhkKYhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/x0VnsHGk5f4/s1600-h/000008_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs0zhkKYhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/x0VnsHGk5f4/s400/000008_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348927042220614162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei uma hora na fila. Eu e um horizonte de Chineses. Sem mochila e nem câmera fotográfica. Eu e meu silêncio, apenas respirando o que vinha a seguir. Uns carregavam flores, outros apenas emoção. Entrei, vi e sai. Tudo muito rápido. Muito intenso.&lt;br /&gt;E ele estava lá em pessoa: Mao Tse-Tung. Pequeno, embalsamado numa redoma de vidro. Descansando talvez no céu, descansando quem sabe no inferno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7385866176303290922?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7385866176303290922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7385866176303290922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7385866176303290922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7385866176303290922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/mao.html' title='Mao'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Sjs0zhkKYhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/x0VnsHGk5f4/s72-c/000008_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-870365398586648300</id><published>2009-06-19T03:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:49:25.935-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maio 2006 - Mongólia'/><title type='text'>No Meio do Nada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsqT0qHIMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Qy7vkUeOLnQ/s1600-h/000010_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsqT0qHIMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Qy7vkUeOLnQ/s400/000010_18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348915502473748674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu medo era o carro quebrar no meio do nada. Os pensamentos tem força. Quebrou e no meio do nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nada na direita, nada na esquerda. Resolvi acreditar nas habilidades do motorista. Mexe aqui, mexe ali, e nada.&lt;br /&gt;O nada me acompanhava. Uma hora depois vem um carro lá longe também vindo do nada...&lt;br /&gt;E tudo mudou. Saímos correndo para encontrarmos alguma coisa além do nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-870365398586648300?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/870365398586648300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=870365398586648300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/870365398586648300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/870365398586648300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-meio-do-nada.html' title='No Meio do Nada...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsqT0qHIMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Qy7vkUeOLnQ/s72-c/000010_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4369899311263464457</id><published>2009-06-19T02:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:53:23.894-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires- Argentina - Março 2009'/><title type='text'>Blow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjskJ7MyHwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/teMAIxX8mZU/s1600-h/DSC_1796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjskJ7MyHwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/teMAIxX8mZU/s400/DSC_1796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908735361326850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a mesma opinião:&lt;br /&gt;Por que devo suar no inverno&lt;br /&gt;só porque o fiz no verão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4369899311263464457?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4369899311263464457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4369899311263464457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4369899311263464457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4369899311263464457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/blow-up.html' title='Blow Up'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjskJ7MyHwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/teMAIxX8mZU/s72-c/DSC_1796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2955964699537000520</id><published>2009-06-19T02:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:57:06.826-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moradabad - Índia - 2004'/><title type='text'>A mão da Noiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsdzHMlZuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Nx9svZg4aEk/s1600-h/MoradabadM%C3%A3osDaNoiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsdzHMlZuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Nx9svZg4aEk/s400/MoradabadM%C3%A3osDaNoiva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348901746374960866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cerimônia é assim: o noivo chega à cavalo no meio de festa e muito barulho. A noiva vem de vestido vermelho, coberta de jóias e beleza. Os dois se sentam e quase não se olham. Recebem os convidados, os presentes e tiram fotos. Sem juiz de paz, sem padre, sem rabino. O que vale são as fotos e os convidados. São as provas para eles legalmente estarem casados. Não conhecia a noiva, fui de bico. Com amigos. Entrei, sentei, fotografei e ganhei essa linda foto. A foto da mão da noiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2955964699537000520?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2955964699537000520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2955964699537000520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2955964699537000520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2955964699537000520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/mao-da-noiva.html' title='A mão da Noiva'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsdzHMlZuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Nx9svZg4aEk/s72-c/MoradabadM%C3%A3osDaNoiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8359338681447979536</id><published>2009-06-19T01:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:00:36.601-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maraú - Bahia - Janeiro 2006'/><title type='text'>Só na Brisa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsUMXLB8tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tWAioFnU9FE/s1600-h/Mara%C3%BAVaral-2006_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsUMXLB8tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tWAioFnU9FE/s400/Mara%C3%BAVaral-2006_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348891185043862226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsUMWnaUzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zpAq3QDkIdA/s1600-h/VaralMara%C3%BA2006_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsUMWnaUzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zpAq3QDkIdA/s400/VaralMara%C3%BA2006_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348891184894464818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsUMCMS-bI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5LYBO-C1t5k/s1600-h/VaralTropicalSapinho-BA-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsUMCMS-bI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5LYBO-C1t5k/s400/VaralTropicalSapinho-BA-2006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348891179412027826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai, fiquei em casa, dancei, dormi, passeei, namorei,comi fruta com gomo,suei, me sujei, comi fruta sem gomo, relaxei.&lt;br /&gt;Muito vento. Pouco vento. O sol. A sombra da tarde. Um pau. Dois paus. Um fio. Pregadores. Um pouco de paciência. Outro de tempo livre e espera.&lt;br /&gt;A espera para ve-las de novo na gaveta, no corpo, passeando,comendo, dormindo, dançando...pra começar depois tudo de novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8359338681447979536?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8359338681447979536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8359338681447979536' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8359338681447979536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8359338681447979536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-na-brisa.html' title='Só na Brisa...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SjsUMXLB8tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tWAioFnU9FE/s72-c/Mara%C3%BAVaral-2006_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-3076115901244708641</id><published>2009-04-03T03:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:23:27.120-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em algum lugar do México  1998'/><title type='text'>Coloridos Mexicanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdWqeNLrvoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/z9DAvSrdo2M/s1600-h/DeCostas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdWqeNLrvoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/z9DAvSrdo2M/s400/DeCostas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320345970719571586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Indias Mexicanas que encontrei pelo caminho se vestiam assim: grandes saias rodadas, blusas de mangas compridas, sobrepondo esse festival de cores e texturas. &lt;br /&gt;Impressionante como as costas de uma pessoa podem dizer tanto...não dizem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-3076115901244708641?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3076115901244708641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=3076115901244708641' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3076115901244708641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3076115901244708641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Coloridos Mexicanos'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdWqeNLrvoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/z9DAvSrdo2M/s72-c/DeCostas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4796216630458314015</id><published>2009-04-03T02:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:03:08.633-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havana - Cuba - Carnaval 2007'/><title type='text'>Noturnos de Cuba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdWir-thmCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Pj2m5AP1dag/s1600-h/Alfaiate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdWir-thmCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Pj2m5AP1dag/s400/Alfaiate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320337411260127266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amour véritable &lt;br /&gt;Amitié durable &lt;br /&gt;Et tout le reste au diable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4796216630458314015?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4796216630458314015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4796216630458314015' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4796216630458314015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4796216630458314015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/04/barbearia.html' title='Noturnos de Cuba'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdWir-thmCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Pj2m5AP1dag/s72-c/Alfaiate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-7375483321837028850</id><published>2009-04-02T02:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T03:00:45.714-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhaktapur - Nepal - 1995'/><title type='text'>Os Meninos de Bhaktapur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRQ-bP9DkI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SbgpI2pB9Bs/s1600-h/Boys+From+Bhaktapur+Nepal+95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRQ-bP9DkI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SbgpI2pB9Bs/s400/Boys+From+Bhaktapur+Nepal+95.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319966093228183106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foto tem 14 anos. Imagino que era exatamente a idade desses meninos na época.&lt;br /&gt;14 anos depois, fico me perguntando: o que será que eles estão fazendo hoje? &lt;br /&gt;Que jovens se tornaram? Será que estudam, trabalham, já se casaram??&lt;br /&gt;Para os Meninos de Bhaktapur o tempo também passou. A foto restou e com ela muita imaginação pra saber o que se passou e o que se passa com Os Meninos de Bhaktapur...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-7375483321837028850?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7375483321837028850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=7375483321837028850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7375483321837028850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/7375483321837028850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/04/meninos-de-bhaktapur.html' title='Os Meninos de Bhaktapur'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRQ-bP9DkI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SbgpI2pB9Bs/s72-c/Boys+From+Bhaktapur+Nepal+95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-1569780470654580609</id><published>2009-04-02T02:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:36:14.584-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agra - Índia - Dezembro de 2004'/><title type='text'>O rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRObqrPzpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mbvMRqNKCrM/s1600-h/AgraRioEspelho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRObqrPzpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mbvMRqNKCrM/s400/AgraRioEspelho2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319963297050513042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que lembro, tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-1569780470654580609?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1569780470654580609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=1569780470654580609' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1569780470654580609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1569780470654580609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-rio.html' title='O rio'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRObqrPzpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mbvMRqNKCrM/s72-c/AgraRioEspelho2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-3406540123346826277</id><published>2009-04-02T02:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:36:57.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jundiaí- Circo Di Napoli - Junho 2008- São Paulo'/><title type='text'>A equilibrista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRLpY7syBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7w3cI-5wh4U/s1600-h/DSC_0076+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRLpY7syBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7w3cI-5wh4U/s400/DSC_0076+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319960234270967826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma hora de estrada. Uma tarde no Circo. Muitas fotos. Pouca gente. Muitos equilibristas. Alguns palhaços.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas risadas. Alguma diversão. Muita cor. Pouca luz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um pouco de melancolia eu diria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-3406540123346826277?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3406540123346826277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=3406540123346826277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3406540123346826277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3406540123346826277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/04/equilibrista.html' title='A equilibrista'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRLpY7syBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7w3cI-5wh4U/s72-c/DSC_0076+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4049536878347180748</id><published>2009-04-02T02:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:28:53.522-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires- Feira de San Telmo -Argentina - Março 2009'/><title type='text'>Alô, que tal?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRHofiTXnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dMX4H1FKcSI/s1600-h/Fhones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRHofiTXnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dMX4H1FKcSI/s400/Fhones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319955820817112690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu tinha uns 12 anos meus pais me levaram pra Argentina numa típica viagem turística familiar. Buenos Aires e Bariloche. Onde pela primeira vez eu vi neve na minha vida e me lembro &gt; fui muito feliz. &lt;br /&gt;Passados quase 30 anos eu voltei. Dessa vez à trabalho . Mas sem conseguir deixar de lembrar daqueles dias passados em família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dessa vez na famosa Feira de San Telmo, foi que eu fui feliz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4049536878347180748?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4049536878347180748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4049536878347180748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4049536878347180748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4049536878347180748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/04/alo-que-tal.html' title='Alô, que tal?!!!'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRHofiTXnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dMX4H1FKcSI/s72-c/Fhones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-3472615163646725237</id><published>2009-04-02T01:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:58:29.409-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Lençóis&quot; - Chapada Diamantina - Jan.2002- Bahia'/><title type='text'>Passarinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRE6DdiFAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/K-vAGNFPeQA/s1600-h/Passarinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRE6DdiFAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/K-vAGNFPeQA/s400/Passarinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319952823983674370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maiores vezes fico pensando. Em certo momento, se o caminho desmudasse – se o que aconteceu não tivesse acontecido? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como havia de ter sido a ser? "                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guimarães Rosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-3472615163646725237?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3472615163646725237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=3472615163646725237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3472615163646725237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/3472615163646725237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/04/passarinho.html' title='Passarinho'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRE6DdiFAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/K-vAGNFPeQA/s72-c/Passarinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8165057157534042723</id><published>2009-04-02T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:45:28.769-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kochin - Kerala - Índia -  Jan 2005'/><title type='text'>Pescando à Chinesa em terras Indianas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRBTye1hMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IL79dmiKPXU/s1600-h/RedePescaChinesaKochiKerala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRBTye1hMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IL79dmiKPXU/s400/RedePescaChinesaKochiKerala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319948868055827650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que contam lá é que essas redes de pesca, foram trazidas pelos Chineses. São redes enormes. Impressionam pela altura e pelo aspecto esquisito para uma rede de pesca. Se agente chegar perto da foto dá pra ver que lá longe tem alguns pescadores misturados a rede, quase fazendo parte dela...&lt;br /&gt;Coisas de Chineses em terras Indianas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8165057157534042723?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8165057157534042723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8165057157534042723' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8165057157534042723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8165057157534042723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/04/pescando-chinesa-em-terras-indianas.html' title='Pescando à Chinesa em terras Indianas'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdRBTye1hMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IL79dmiKPXU/s72-c/RedePescaChinesaKochiKerala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-4983133459229100128</id><published>2009-04-02T01:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:57:45.232-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuba - Carnaval 2007'/><title type='text'>Quanto riso, quanta alegria!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdQ_ypyQNrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/z6xDxIyx8yg/s1600-h/Sorria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdQ_ypyQNrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/z6xDxIyx8yg/s400/Sorria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319947199274038962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto sorriso, quanta alegria. &lt;br /&gt;Na verdade quem sorria era eu. Por dentro eu sorria.&lt;br /&gt;Sorria dessa alegria que contagia e nos faz esquecer tudo pra ficarmos a sós com esse sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Alegria de Carnaval pelas inesquecíveis ruas de Cuba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-4983133459229100128?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4983133459229100128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=4983133459229100128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4983133459229100128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/4983133459229100128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/04/quanto-riso-quanta-alegria.html' title='Quanto riso, quanta alegria!!'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SdQ_ypyQNrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/z6xDxIyx8yg/s72-c/Sorria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-1694306874951587264</id><published>2009-02-20T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:59:10.246-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mossoró - Rio Grande Do Norte - 1999'/><title type='text'>As Malas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ86i6axecI/AAAAAAAAATw/mzjW52J0Vi8/s1600-h/MalasLaranja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ86i6axecI/AAAAAAAAATw/mzjW52J0Vi8/s400/MalasLaranja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305023257537247682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quando olho pra essa foto fico me perguntando: o que será que leva uma pessoa a fazer malas de viagem de madeira e ainda por cima laranja???&lt;br /&gt;Medo de perde-las? Medo de alguém rouba-las? &lt;br /&gt;Mas quem em sã consciência roubaria malas laranjas de madeira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas desse Brasil afora...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-1694306874951587264?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1694306874951587264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=1694306874951587264' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1694306874951587264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1694306874951587264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-malas-laranja.html' title='As Malas...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ86i6axecI/AAAAAAAAATw/mzjW52J0Vi8/s72-c/MalasLaranja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-6122660051040059422</id><published>2009-02-20T19:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:47:19.811-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucknow - India - Dezembro de 2004...'/><title type='text'>O véu Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ81v8l1xSI/AAAAAAAAATo/ejOmpwsujhg/s1600-h/LucknowSorrisoRosa_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305017983900697890" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ81v8l1xSI/AAAAAAAAATo/ejOmpwsujhg/s400/LucknowSorrisoRosa_1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 399px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava no carro conhecendo o lugar. Rua esburacada, de terra batida. No meio dela o carro parou pra ir mais devagar.&lt;br /&gt;E de surpresa atrás daquele véu pink ela surgiu. &lt;br /&gt;Até hoje está guardada aqui comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela e seu véu pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-6122660051040059422?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6122660051040059422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=6122660051040059422' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6122660051040059422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6122660051040059422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/02/gracias-la-vida.html' title='O véu Pink'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ81v8l1xSI/AAAAAAAAATo/ejOmpwsujhg/s72-c/LucknowSorrisoRosa_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2503199558485261089</id><published>2009-02-20T19:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:55:38.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barrancas Del Cobre- México - Outubro 1998'/><title type='text'>As marcas que a vida trás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8zuXvorEI/AAAAAAAAATg/gW9wV1YEvlk/s1600-h/Tiozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8zuXvorEI/AAAAAAAAATg/gW9wV1YEvlk/s400/Tiozinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305015757806545986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele comprava uma coca cola. &lt;br /&gt;Eu passeava. &lt;br /&gt;Ele não me viu. &lt;br /&gt;Vi o que as marcas da vida fizeram com ele...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2503199558485261089?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2503199558485261089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2503199558485261089' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2503199558485261089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2503199558485261089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-marcas-que-vida-tras.html' title='As marcas que a vida trás'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8zuXvorEI/AAAAAAAAATg/gW9wV1YEvlk/s72-c/Tiozinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-6291000434253498845</id><published>2009-02-20T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:36:27.846-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colégio Pentágono - São Paulo 2006'/><title type='text'>Começando do começo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8uWyrDR8I/AAAAAAAAATY/JCt5rI-KJT8/s1600-h/000033_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8uWyrDR8I/AAAAAAAAATY/JCt5rI-KJT8/s400/000033_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305009855160076226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz um trabalho maravilhoso para o Colégio Pentágono que em 2006 completava 40anos de vida. Desse trabalho nasceu um livro com fotos e fatos da história do colégio. Essa foto foi tirada numa classe de pequenos que estavam ali aprendendo as primeiras letras. Aprendendo os primeiros passos para o mundo infinito que os aguarda.&lt;br /&gt;O começo do começo na vida desses pequenos garotos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-6291000434253498845?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6291000434253498845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=6291000434253498845' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6291000434253498845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/6291000434253498845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/02/comecando-do-comeco.html' title='Começando do começo...'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8uWyrDR8I/AAAAAAAAATY/JCt5rI-KJT8/s72-c/000033_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-1662223388022336549</id><published>2009-02-20T19:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:37:12.993-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dáli - China - Maio 2006'/><title type='text'>Dentinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8tJcM6ofI/AAAAAAAAATQ/RUwNzexsDL4/s1600-h/000010_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8tJcM6ofI/AAAAAAAAATQ/RUwNzexsDL4/s400/000010_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305008526278173170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele foi tão espontâneo quanto o clique da minha máquina...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-1662223388022336549?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1662223388022336549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=1662223388022336549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1662223388022336549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/1662223388022336549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/02/pernalonga-na-china.html' title='Dentinho'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8tJcM6ofI/AAAAAAAAATQ/RUwNzexsDL4/s72-c/000010_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-2431098613491439925</id><published>2009-02-20T17:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:50:56.644-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interior da Mongólia - Maio 2006'/><title type='text'>O Chapéu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8WEHAXf2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/BwnH-mG8ftg/s1600-h/000036_24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304983145921609570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8WEHAXf2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/BwnH-mG8ftg/s400/000036_24.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 399px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninas sendo meninas. Meninas brincando de serem adultas. Riam, conversavam, trocavam o grande chapéu uma com a outra. Passeavam ali, num vilarejo sem muita diversão aparente. Não vi nenhum parque, nenhum cinema. Não vi muita coisa. Elas sim. Viram diversão, e muita, muita alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás para ser feliz agente precisa de tão pouco...&lt;br /&gt;Cenas assim me fazem parar pra pensar que não é tão difícil assim ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pelo menos lá...naquele lugar não me pareceu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-2431098613491439925?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2431098613491439925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=2431098613491439925' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2431098613491439925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/2431098613491439925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/02/meninas-sendo-meninas.html' title='O Chapéu'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8WEHAXf2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/BwnH-mG8ftg/s72-c/000036_24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106073258236653572.post-8812531000723690681</id><published>2009-02-20T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:21:03.082-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kochin - Kerala - Índia -  Jan 2005'/><title type='text'>Navegar é preciso....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8ToQHcHmI/AAAAAAAAASs/GkpOoCT_JK0/s1600-h/KochinBarco1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8ToQHcHmI/AAAAAAAAASs/GkpOoCT_JK0/s400/KochinBarco1_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304980468307598946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kochin foi uma surpresa pra mim. Num país tão cheio de contrastes encontrei no Sul da Índia esse lugar tão tropical quanto nosso Brasil. As pessoas vivem em volta desses braços de rio e fazem suas vidas ali. Lavam suas roupas, tomam banho, pescam e passam a vida no meio dessa natureza toda. &lt;br /&gt;Se não fosse pela situação geográfica e pelos tons de pele dos nativos, eu diria que estava literalmente num canto qualquer do nosso litoral Brasileiro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106073258236653572-8812531000723690681?l=livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8812531000723690681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106073258236653572&amp;postID=8812531000723690681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8812531000723690681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106073258236653572/posts/default/8812531000723690681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrecomoumtaxi.blogspot.com/2009/02/navegar-e-preciso.html' title='Navegar é preciso....'/><author><name>Marilu Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288464808414081665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/Shwr9_3dMAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bR34LHvHwBI/S220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pll1l7rXyKw/SZ8ToQHcHmI/AAAAAAAAASs/GkpOoCT_JK0/s72-c/KochinBarco1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
