<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442</id><updated>2012-02-11T23:26:38.457-02:00</updated><category term='loucura'/><category term='filosofia de boteco'/><category term='campanha presidencial'/><category term='reflexões'/><category term='invernais'/><category term='constatações da vida'/><category term='bom restaurante'/><category term='estátua'/><category term='tv à cabo'/><category term='falta de educação'/><category term='pés'/><category term='igrejas'/><category term='Sandra Annemberg'/><category term='entreouvido por aí'/><category term='prisma de ventilação interna'/><category term='coisa de maluco'/><category 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term='menina-mulher'/><category term='drogas'/><category term='sapatos'/><category term='crescimento individual'/><category term='decadência'/><category term='mensagem para o ano novo'/><category term='Saias Justas'/><category term='outono'/><category term='farra'/><category term='queda'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='festa'/><category term='super-heróis'/><category term='recado'/><category term='cotidiano'/><category term='futebol'/><category term='arquétipos'/><category term='desenvolvimento'/><category term='jack johnson'/><category term='objetivos'/><category term='Olimpíadas de Pequim'/><category term='nossa língua portuguesa'/><category term='perdão'/><category term='paixões'/><category term='caricaturas'/><category term='noite feliz'/><category term='vale à pena ver de novo'/><category term='Martha Medeiros'/><category term='unhas coloridas'/><category term='pantera cor-de-rosa'/><category term='bonecos'/><category term='pais'/><category term='Dia das Mães'/><category term='casas italianas'/><category term='conhecimento'/><category term='respeito'/><category term='solidaridade'/><category term='estampa'/><category term='receitas'/><category term='Dr. Bactéria'/><category term='amor'/><category term='charme e beleza masculinos'/><category term='educação'/><category term='desejos'/><category term='blog'/><category term='diversão'/><category term='violência'/><category term='boas dicas'/><category term='ogros'/><category term='sabedoria ácida'/><category term='mulher sem botox'/><category term='indignação'/><category term='utilidade pública'/><category term='prazer'/><category term='liberdade'/><category term='T-Mobile'/><title type='text'>Rebecca Leão</title><subtitle type='html'>Meu olhar curioso teima em virar palavra escrita. Eu obedeço.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1003</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-336015844492958194</id><published>2012-02-11T23:15:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T23:26:38.461-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia em prosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio Fernando Abreu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixões'/><title type='text'>Reincidente</title><summary type='text'>“Lá está ela, mais uma vez. Não sei, não vou saber, não  dá pra entender como ela não se cansa disso. Sabe que tudo acontece como  um jogo, se é de azar ou de sorte, não dá pra prever. Ou melhor, até se  pode prever, mas ela dispensa.Acredito que essa moça, no fundo gosta dessas coisas. De se apaixonar,  de se jogar num rio onde ela não sabe se consegue nadar. Ela não desiste  e leva bóias. E se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/336015844492958194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=336015844492958194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/336015844492958194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/336015844492958194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/02/reincidente.html' title='Reincidente'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nqEGlJKoXg/TzcVR4sDQwI/AAAAAAAACB8/iZLnQdtCdOw/s72-c/bal%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2Bcora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-5843950655528620954</id><published>2012-02-08T15:13:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:35:41.550-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música no iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Do que a gente não pode falar...</title><summary type='text'>Tem um nó aqui dentro do meu peito. Tudo que está guardado e eu não posso dizer. Eu olho nos seus olhos e suplico mentalmente que você me entenda. Que você me leia de uma vez só e consiga compreender um pouquinho do que vai aqui dentro. Só por hoje.Well, she's walking through the cloudswith a circus mindthat's running round.Butterflies and zebras and moonbeamsand fairy tales, That's all she ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/5843950655528620954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=5843950655528620954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5843950655528620954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5843950655528620954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/02/do-que-gente-nao-pode-falar.html' title='Do que a gente não pode falar...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBHt3AIOsfA/TzKwX1jmCjI/AAAAAAAACBY/-gL2SMGySBo/s72-c/cilios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8783273081614202233</id><published>2012-02-06T21:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:19:32.390-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento individual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Chantagista, como o Leão</title><summary type='text'>Tem sido recorrente. Abrir o Segundo Caderno do jornal e cair na armadilha de ler meu horóscopo, às vezes sem muito acreditar. Na maioria das vezes, ou a astróloga recomenda que o povo do meu signo deixe de fazer o possível e o impossível para chamar a atenção, ou preste mais atenção nos desejos alheios, enfim, recomenda que deixemos de fazer chantagem emocional...Será que eu sou chantagista?Eu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8783273081614202233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8783273081614202233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8783273081614202233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8783273081614202233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/02/chantagista-como-o-leao.html' title='Chantagista, como o Leão'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4ev45GVJ88/TzBd0D6wOLI/AAAAAAAACBM/wc2eID_C8yk/s72-c/226px-Leo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8229426213660930980</id><published>2012-02-03T23:40:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T23:51:21.261-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constatações da vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='um novo tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>Muito é muito pouco...</title><summary type='text'>De repente, você está lá... ouvindo tudo que achou que ia ouvir um dia, ... só que muito antes.De repente, você começa a se perguntar por que precisou passar por tanto sofrimento, se em tão pouco tempo iam perceber que você, de fato, fazia falta.De repente, você se dá conta de que aquele que fala, que declara algo, levou tempo demais para conseguir falar, teve que vencer inúmeras barreiras para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8229426213660930980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8229426213660930980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8229426213660930980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8229426213660930980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/02/muito-e-muito-pouco.html' title='Muito é muito pouco...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nY-P8U3g4DY/TyyO1REqCKI/AAAAAAAACBA/vs1ojC09gcU/s72-c/m%25C3%25A3o%2Be%2Bsol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-7924825968576517208</id><published>2012-01-30T20:48:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:11:03.953-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o-que-vai-dentro-do-peito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='força interior'/><title type='text'>Triste que só...</title><summary type='text'>Hoje eu acordei meio triste. Triste que só. Peguei o taxi para o trabalho depois de sofrer para escolher uma roupa. Estava lá, morna, sôfrega, cheia de saudade. É isso, estava explodindo de saudade. Mas, aguentando firme. Entrei no taxi e o motorista ouvia rádio. Músicas tão lindas, mas tão lindas, que transbordei. As lágrimas pingavam sobre a minha calça bege e eu ali pensando que ia chegar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/7924825968576517208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=7924825968576517208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7924825968576517208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7924825968576517208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/triste-que-so.html' title='Triste que só...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKvKR32rBic/TychdLYBIkI/AAAAAAAACAo/-CxSCl7kLHc/s72-c/never_give_up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3323143353434114809</id><published>2012-01-30T12:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:44:54.814-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><title type='text'>Grande verdade</title><summary type='text'>Dear girls,If a boy pauses a video game just to text you back...                           ... marry him!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/3323143353434114809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6847242030970643885</id><published>2012-01-29T18:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:00:10.675-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infância'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantera cor-de-rosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memórias'/><title type='text'>Pantera!</title><summary type='text'>Eu adorava!E você?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6847242030970643885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6847242030970643885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6847242030970643885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6847242030970643885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/pantera.html' title='Pantera!'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9nFjWwLrdw/TyWzOBXt7mI/AAAAAAAACAQ/79zh-GiD0k0/s72-c/tumblr_lvdipaM4LC1qle9oho1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-9000891171487588741</id><published>2012-01-28T22:46:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:16:46.145-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desrespeito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Annemberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elegância'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de educação'/><title type='text'>Elegância</title><summary type='text'>Elegância. Isto é uma questão de berço. Ainda esta semana, estava conversando com o pessoal lá do trabalho sobre algo que trago muito comigo. O ensinamento de meus pais que não devemos fazer com os outros o que não gostaríamos que fizessem conosco.Mas, tem gente que não aprende. Hoje, estive num batizado, que se prolongou num almoço. Estávamos chegando ao restaurante quando fomos informados que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/9000891171487588741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=9000891171487588741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/9000891171487588741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/9000891171487588741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/elegancia.html' title='Elegância'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3117929097756278410</id><published>2012-01-27T22:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:13:36.525-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura brasileira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressões coloquiais'/><title type='text'>Pai dos Burros*</title><summary type='text'>Outro dia, estávamos comentando lá no trabalho que algumas expressões empobrecem o texto. Podemos até utilizá-las no Português coloquial, mas ao escrevê-las, tornamos o texto menos interessante e, por isso, é preciso ter muito cuidado. Fiz de tudo para lembrar um exmplo, mas não consegui. Eis que hoje eu recebi uma e-mail da minha sogra, que é professora de Português, com o maior dos exemplos. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/3117929097756278410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=3117929097756278410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3117929097756278410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3117929097756278410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/pai-dos-burros.html' title='Pai dos Burros*'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-619814506097394230</id><published>2012-01-27T21:50:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:59:02.524-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o-que-vai-dentro-do-peito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novos olhares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperança'/><title type='text'>Para colorir a vida, porque ela anda muito triste...</title><summary type='text'>Com essas tragédias esbarrando na gente vez em quando, o jeito é pensar em coisas bonitas!Num mar de guarda-chuvas coloridos!Numa porção de borboletas!Num jardim bem florido!No vôo livre da gaivota!Num campo de flores ensolarado!Uma homenagem a todos os que perderam seus entes queridos no acidente da Av. Treze de Maio esta semana no Rio de Janeiro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/619814506097394230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=619814506097394230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/619814506097394230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/619814506097394230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/para-colorir-vida-porque-ela-anda-muito.html' title='Para colorir a vida, porque ela anda muito triste...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-habjvdpbk/TyM49zf57hI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/WYfCgdUcyk0/s72-c/guarda-chuvas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8552619257340415408</id><published>2012-01-26T20:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:20:36.320-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o-que-vai-dentro-do-peito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novos olhares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Tragédia no Centro do Rio de Janeiro</title><summary type='text'>Fiquei tão chocada com a tragédia de ontem, no Centro do Rio de Janeiro, praticamente ao lado de onde eu trabalhava, que me peguei chorando ao ver o noticiário hoje de manhã. Coincidentemente, ao abrir o computador, achei o seguinte depoimento do Ted Talk, que havia salvo por ser curto e muito bonito.Acho que você vai se emocionar!




Ric Elias - Pouso forçado no Rio Hudson (Ted Talk)É para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8552619257340415408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8552619257340415408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8552619257340415408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8552619257340415408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/tragedia-no-centro-do-rio-de-janeiro.html' title='Tragédia no Centro do Rio de Janeiro'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-1007286564961339237</id><published>2012-01-26T20:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:03:24.423-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprendizagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cena de cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Cicatrizes</title><summary type='text'>Sempre que eu penso em cicatrizes, eu lembro do Máquina Mortífera e da cena da comparação das cicatrizes... é hilária... como eles conseguem acabar na cama depois disso, não sei!Apesar de só ter a cena sem legenda, espero que você se lembre e se divirta!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/1007286564961339237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=1007286564961339237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1007286564961339237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1007286564961339237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/cicatrizes.html' title='Cicatrizes'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8040861459362717128</id><published>2012-01-25T23:19:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:35:51.045-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cidadania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisa de maluco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piada de mal gosto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decadência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Um dia quente...</title><summary type='text'>http://oglobo.globo.com/rio/predios-desabam-no-centro-na-noite-desta-quarta-feira-3763234Tem dias que a vida da gente se mistura com a vida dos outros. Hoje à noite um prédio desabou ao lado - praticamente - do prédio onde eu trabalhava e, por acaso, estive de tarde até o começo da noite.Quando saí do prédio do meu antigo trabalho, depois da sensação de estranhamento de sempre (é incrível a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8040861459362717128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8040861459362717128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8040861459362717128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8040861459362717128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-dia-quente.html' title='Um dia quente...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aqh62ykqSBs/TyCto9pC2fI/AAAAAAAAB-k/OvK3bPugzHY/s72-c/desabamento2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4957054103556210969</id><published>2012-01-24T12:30:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:34:45.779-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o-que-vai-dentro-do-peito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Feridas e cicatrizes</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4957054103556210969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4957054103556210969&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4957054103556210969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4957054103556210969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/feridas-e-cicatrizes.html' title='Feridas e cicatrizes'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Guex4bxo-Y0/Tx1mmh4Kq3I/AAAAAAAAB6I/Kuin3KK6YVo/s72-c/campo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3811327316251405037</id><published>2012-01-23T17:00:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:00:04.038-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o-que-vai-dentro-do-peito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coragem e fé'/><title type='text'>Recomeçar...</title><summary type='text'>De repente, um sorriso. Fez bem em não pré-julgar ninguém. De um jeito ou de outro, a cumplicidade surge. Pode demorar. Mas, um dia ela vem... em gestos, ou palavras, mas ela vem.Daquela janela, onde ela olhava a rua e pensava na vontade de não estar ali, já não vê mais o desejo de ir, e sim o de ficar. Aquela casa estranha, esquisita, um pouco feia, vai aos poucos de tornando acolhedora. Os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/3811327316251405037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=3811327316251405037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3811327316251405037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3811327316251405037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/recomecar.html' title='Recomeçar...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8qLOw3b9Mw/TxyzjLVja9I/AAAAAAAAB54/ujCbwaRxqrk/s72-c/womanAndwindow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-682807023303171626</id><published>2012-01-22T20:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:14:41.664-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento individual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>Planos e sonhos</title><summary type='text'>Nada mais gostoso nesta vida do que fazer planos. Pegar o limão, e imaginar a caipivodka! Tornar algo improvável uma delícia a cada momento. Pensar em cada detalhe, cultivar a expectativa, torcer para chegar o momento em que se possa usufruir de tudo...Os planos são equivalentes aos sonhos. Por isso, sonho grande, sonho pra mim... penso que se desejo algo com muita força, essa coisa pode se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/682807023303171626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=682807023303171626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/682807023303171626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/682807023303171626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/planos-e-sonhos.html' title='Planos e sonhos'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-panuT_oWuKA/TxyKGI0Mk0I/AAAAAAAAB5U/sD8Bz8vHh2k/s72-c/mulher_correndo_mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-7368340402389096633</id><published>2012-01-19T16:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T16:15:10.949-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Férias forçadas</title><summary type='text'>Minha terapeuta me deu férias. Achei que estava bem, que ia encarar numa boa. Até que cheguei em casa e algo me tirou do prumo. Deu logo uma dor no externo, o famoso "aperto no peito". Além de sentir isso no sentido figurado, sinto de verdade, somatizando de todo modo.São duas semanas. Acho que vou aparecer mais por aqui. Me aguardem.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/7368340402389096633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=7368340402389096633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7368340402389096633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7368340402389096633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/minha-terapeuta-me-deu-ferias.html' title='Férias forçadas'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0nXlXElBI2U/TxhdYUwOlWI/AAAAAAAABzg/FembHqCCK8Q/s72-c/div%25C3%25A3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8413115759740445992</id><published>2012-01-18T23:23:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T16:09:50.768-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coragem e fé'/><title type='text'>Se eu pudesse esquecer...</title><summary type='text'>Tem dias que a gente simplesmente não quer lembrar, não quer se deparar com nada que lembre, não quer uma centelha de pensamento voltada para o passado, quer rasgar a página do caderno da vida, quer tirar da memória toda e qualquer lembrança de algo que doeu, que feriu, que nos mudou de direção.A gente vê o carro do mesmo modelo, vê uma foto nas redes sociais, sente um perfume, ouve uma voz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8413115759740445992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8413115759740445992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8413115759740445992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8413115759740445992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/se-eu-pudesse-esquecer.html' title='Se eu pudesse esquecer...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEP4WUwZKmc/TxdzmnRhU3I/AAAAAAAABzU/GS_lO51QkaE/s72-c/caminho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-5713342912771928945</id><published>2012-01-14T23:59:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:08:09.082-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outono em Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas do Rio de Janeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Rio de Janeiro</title><summary type='text'>Não sei porquê mas tenho achado o Rio de Janeiro tão parecido com Paris... não, não é o preço dos apartamentos não. São as ruas, as árvores, todas se desfolhando, como se estivéssemos no outono. Um verão outonal, sem aquele sol de rachar côco, um cenário parisiense.Um pouco de Paris pra você...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/5713342912771928945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=5713342912771928945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5713342912771928945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5713342912771928945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/rio-de-janeiro.html' title='Rio de Janeiro'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63hLqrC5amE/TxI0OsGdmtI/AAAAAAAABzI/faCdVdT0CYE/s72-c/g%25C3%25B3is-ipanema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6901620732712545936</id><published>2012-01-14T23:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:56:50.877-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ídolos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decadência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ó-mundo-cruel'/><title type='text'>Gal Costa</title><summary type='text'>Faz uma semana que eu vi o Altas Horas, programa do Serginho Grossman, e lá estava ela, a maravilhosa Gal Costa, tocando com Caetano Veloso, as músicas de seu novo disco. Eu confesso que fiquei um pouco chocada. Não porque a Gal envelheceu, e não é mais aquele mulherão que costumava ser quando eu era adolescente, com aquele sorriso fascinante, que teimava em manter aberta aquela boca enorme.O que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6901620732712545936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6901620732712545936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6901620732712545936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6901620732712545936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/gal-costa.html' title='Gal Costa'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2572287514651928697</id><published>2012-01-14T23:18:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:47:56.062-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprendizagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auto-conhecimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Irmã de coração</title><summary type='text'>Sentou-se na cafeteria do shopping e pediu uma água. Estava cansada. Muito cansada. Ainda que estivesse bem, e que a médica lhe tivesse dado alta, ainda tinha dias em que ela ficava mais cansada do que o normal. Aquele era um deles. Muita andança, muito calor, muito sol, muito cansaço.Abriu água e a bebeu toda, quase que num gole só. Depois, ficou olhando ao redor. Duas amigas na mesa ao lado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2572287514651928697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2572287514651928697&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2572287514651928697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2572287514651928697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/irma-de-coracao.html' title='Irmã de coração'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEccjWMe9Xw/TxIuQ3hp6hI/AAAAAAAABy8/7nQWxqZUEY0/s72-c/capu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-1458247510764432812</id><published>2012-01-04T22:12:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:27:57.824-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auto-conhecimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Surpreenda-se... enquanto é tempo!</title><summary type='text'>Chegou ao consultório ás 18 hs. Tocou a campainha e aguardou. Lá estava ela, sua terapeuta, abrindo-lhe a porta. Pediu que esperasse, devia estar com algum paciente. Quem seria, a menina ou o Paulo? Ela sabia seu nome de tanto ouví-la dizer “Oi, Paulo, aguarda um pouquinho?”. Esse tempo de espera era sempre triste para ela, sempre a levava a pensar que já não precisava mais daquilo. Temia estar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/1458247510764432812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=1458247510764432812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1458247510764432812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1458247510764432812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/surpreenda-se-enquanto-e-tempo.html' title='Surpreenda-se... enquanto é tempo!'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-KXpANhdlk/TwTrrnh_HLI/AAAAAAAAByk/pbsG0SbN6wA/s72-c/getty_rm_photo_of_woman_writing_in_diary_at_home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-5321034029449918342</id><published>2012-01-04T12:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T12:00:06.658-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><title type='text'>Olha que coisa mais linda...</title><summary type='text'>Apesar da qualidade do vídeo, vale à pena ouvir "Merceditas" com essas feras...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/5321034029449918342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=5321034029449918342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5321034029449918342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5321034029449918342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/olha-que-coisa-mais-linda.html' title='Olha que coisa mais linda...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3740955346072624863</id><published>2012-01-03T18:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:11:54.394-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem para o ano novo'/><title type='text'>Mensagem para o novo ano</title><summary type='text'>Achei tão apropriado que pensei que valia à pena compartilhar com vocês! Faço minhas as palavras dele...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/3740955346072624863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=3740955346072624863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3740955346072624863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3740955346072624863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/mensagem-para-o-novo-ano.html' title='Mensagem para o novo ano'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6494779800640647783</id><published>2012-01-02T22:20:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:55:18.098-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idéias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Tanto a dizer...</title><summary type='text'>Dizem que quanto mais a gente tem a dizer, melhor faz em ficar calado. Eu fiquei. Emudeci. Nada conseguia sair daqui nestes dias. Me peguei no meio dos outros em almoços e jantares apenas observando. Tanto a dizer e eu ali, me sentindo uma estrangeira. A estrangeira do Sting e do Caetano. Perdida no meio de tantas falas superficiais, sobre comidas, crianças geniais, viagens incríveis, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6494779800640647783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6494779800640647783&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6494779800640647783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6494779800640647783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2012/01/tanto-dizer.html' title='Tanto a dizer...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXnBAjVXD1A/TwJLQyZZX8I/AAAAAAAAByA/1O0w1K-vJLg/s72-c/canalha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6630491202567724022</id><published>2011-12-22T23:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:20:41.485-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprendizagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Constatação</title><summary type='text'>- E você, está feliz na nova função, na nova gerência?- Sabe que eu não posso dizer nem que sim, nem que não?!- Por que? O que está diferente? Não está gostando?- Eu estou diferente. Estou mais focada no resultado do meu trabalho que nas pessoas...- É, depois de tanta porrada, a gente muda, né?- É.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6630491202567724022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6630491202567724022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6630491202567724022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6630491202567724022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/12/constatacao.html' title='Constatação'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-63618157872731229</id><published>2011-12-09T12:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T22:14:02.195-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esquizofrenia corporativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valores individuais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>O "eu" no centro do Universo</title><summary type='text'>Eu posso, eu quero, eu faço, eu mando, eu sei, eu entendo... veja o que eu vejo... o "Eu" no centro do Universo. Estou - definitivamente - muito cansada disso tudo. "Quem é o responsável? Quem é o culpado?" Na hora de colher os louros, só existe um responsável, o coordenador, o dono do projeto... se o caso é de culpa, dane-se!, a equipe que não trabalhou direito.De novo, o mote gira em torno do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/63618157872731229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=63618157872731229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/63618157872731229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/63618157872731229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-eu-no-centro-do-universo.html' title='O &quot;eu&quot; no centro do Universo'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jt9LmnBrIIo/TuAL_kvxpxI/AAAAAAAABxE/6RBdouiOmK8/s72-c/photography235_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2733240800863766530</id><published>2011-12-08T18:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:35:53.865-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caricaturas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bom humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confissões'/><title type='text'>Loucuras na cama...</title><summary type='text'>| Maitena - Curvas Peligrosas - Ed. Sudamericana-Lumen |E você? Qual foi a sua maior loucura na cama?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2733240800863766530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2733240800863766530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2733240800863766530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2733240800863766530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/12/loucuras-na-cama.html' title='Loucuras na cama...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gpZgZjtBdiQ/Ttv8DRI7wwI/AAAAAAAABw4/QViooDDt9Xc/s72-c/maitena1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2191400439409823352</id><published>2011-12-07T12:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:30:02.261-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música no iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>O começo com trilha sonora</title><summary type='text'>Comecei a namorar ao som do Cazuza ('Faz parte do meu show') e do Ivan Lins (todas as românticas possíveis). Meu primeiro namorado gostava de tocar violão, e sempre que tirava uma música, era em minha homenagem. Me lembro dele comprando as revistas com as músicas cifradas para estudá-las... naquela época, ainda não existia internet, coitado.Desde então, conheci muitas músicas das quais nunca </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2191400439409823352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2191400439409823352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2191400439409823352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2191400439409823352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-comeco-com-trilha-sonora.html' title='O começo com trilha sonora'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-5457661339074738881</id><published>2011-12-06T13:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T13:00:05.850-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o dito pelo não dito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silêncio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='força das palavras'/><title type='text'>Muda...</title><summary type='text'>Não há nada que doa mais do que o não poder dizer. A gente se sente entalada e nem sabe porquê. O subconsciente fica gritando: "vai, fala, se abre, coloca pra fora, resolve logo isso..." Mas, qual o quê?Quando crianças, se podia dizer tudo. Não se tinha consciência das consequências, era tudo mais leve. Agora, não. A gente reflete, reflete, pensa no que significa se expor, se abrir, no que isso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/5457661339074738881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=5457661339074738881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5457661339074738881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5457661339074738881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/12/muda.html' title='Muda...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89uuA6jMops/Ttvytaoj8yI/AAAAAAAABwg/2ogiB4vO4Xg/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-7910633755332373960</id><published>2011-12-05T12:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T12:30:00.531-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Porque alguns acham que nasceram para mandar...</title><summary type='text'>| Quino - Gente en su Sitio - Ediciones de la Flor |Música do dia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/7910633755332373960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=7910633755332373960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7910633755332373960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7910633755332373960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/12/porque-alguns-acham-que-nasceram-para.html' title='Porque alguns acham que nasceram para mandar...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwF9z9Edj50/TtvwSQ7yhGI/AAAAAAAABwU/wTN3eEyc_kc/s72-c/Quino1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3788703703131010704</id><published>2011-12-04T19:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:57:59.757-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>Domingo</title><summary type='text'>Separa. Limpa. Arruma. Destina. Descarta. Doa. Guarda. Classifica. Anota. Arruma de novo. Descobre. Redescobre. Encanta. Encontra. Guarda. Classifica. Anota. Monta. Prende. Cola. Guarda. Lava. Seca. Classifica. Anota. Limpa. Limpa. Limpa. Cansa. Cansa muito. Descansa. Levanta. Cansa de novo.  E se dá conta de que não precisa de tudo que acumulou ao longo dos anos. E que muitas pessoas poderão ser</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/3788703703131010704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=3788703703131010704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3788703703131010704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3788703703131010704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/12/domingo.html' title='Domingo'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mu5WlWzCQMA/Ttvr3tnWJfI/AAAAAAAABwI/8uJOxQ_Nx9c/s72-c/caixas%255B3%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-5394790515207065150</id><published>2011-12-04T00:54:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T01:12:05.069-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><title type='text'>Oco</title><summary type='text'>Tenho tido medo de dormir. Nem com terapia, nem pensando muito na vida, com os meus botões, estou dando conta. Muitos, muitos pesadelos. Tudo que não pensa durante o dia, volta durante a noite. A gente se esforça pra crescer, mas tem horas que tudo que se quer é o colo da mãe ou do pai, e um abraço apertado. E talvez, alguém que diga que tudo vai passar e que tudo aconteceu vai perder a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/5394790515207065150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=5394790515207065150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5394790515207065150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5394790515207065150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/12/oco.html' title='Oco'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-1367965408858591205</id><published>2011-11-30T00:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:11:43.096-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><title type='text'>Isso é muito lindo!</title><summary type='text'>| Casuarina |Retalhos de CetimBenito di Paula   Ensaiei meu samba o ano inteiro,Comprei surdo e tamborim.Gastei tudo em fantasia,Era só o que eu queria.E ela jurou desfilar pra mim Minha escola estava tão bonita.Era tudo o que eu queria ver,Em retalhos de cetimEu dormi o ano inteiro,E ela jurou desfilar pra mim. Refrão:Mas chegou o Carnaval,E ela não desfilou,Eu chorei na avenida, eu chorei.Não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/1367965408858591205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=1367965408858591205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1367965408858591205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1367965408858591205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/11/isso-e-muito-lindo.html' title='Isso é muito lindo!'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-7495369879865375424</id><published>2011-11-27T23:32:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:04:52.900-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noite feliz'/><title type='text'>Samba</title><summary type='text'>| Teresa Cristina, no Carioca da Gema, dia 25/11 |Descobri que gosto muito de samba. Eu me acabo. Literalmente. Toda vez que vou a um show de samba, eu canto até não poder mais, a plenos pulmões, sem me incomodar se estão achando ruim ou não a minha pobre voz.Este final de semana, teve repeteco. Os meus amigos alemães, que estavam no Rio de Janeiro há um tempão, pediram para conhecer outra casa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/7495369879865375424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=7495369879865375424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7495369879865375424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7495369879865375424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/11/samba.html' title='Samba'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kz0HyRvdjWg/TtLk5CW73wI/AAAAAAAABvw/0BY63ExZW8Y/s72-c/Tereza%2BCristina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4495604264348398014</id><published>2011-11-25T15:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:30:05.326-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento individual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Perdas e ganhos</title><summary type='text'>Eu tenho andado muito distante deste blog, eu sei, e os leitores que me acompanham já devem ter percebido isso. A vida anda muito corrida e eu andei um pouco melancólica, e como isso começou a se refletir aqui nos textos que eu estava escrevendo, resolvi que era hora de parar.     Parei, e parei mesmo. Parei de pensar na vida. Outro dia, comentei com a minha terapeuta que se não fosse a hora que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4495604264348398014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4495604264348398014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4495604264348398014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4495604264348398014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-tenho-andado-muito-distante-deste.html' title='Perdas e ganhos'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dURBl9cUTl4/Ts_QUwDYPGI/AAAAAAAABvk/eSlGnh-opKo/s72-c/dahlias-nov-2011-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-7616662032538818443</id><published>2011-10-30T23:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:21:57.678-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvidas cruéis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Será que eles ainda estão juntos?</title><summary type='text'>Are they still together?Música do dia...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/7616662032538818443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=7616662032538818443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7616662032538818443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7616662032538818443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/10/sera-que-eles-ainda-estao-juntos.html' title='Será que eles ainda estão juntos?'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnUFSJylpOg/Tq33UVZ9DFI/AAAAAAAABvQ/C91DmiavNz4/s72-c/CIMG5959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-7815348327481768593</id><published>2011-10-30T00:02:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T00:07:36.369-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvidas cruéis'/><title type='text'>Por que?</title><summary type='text'>Por que é mais fácil mentir do que dizer a verdade?Por que tem tanta gente capaz de fazer muita m...,mas incapaz de pedir desculpas?Por que?Música do dia...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/7815348327481768593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=7815348327481768593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7815348327481768593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7815348327481768593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/10/por-que.html' title='Por que?'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3471413780821047748</id><published>2011-10-24T22:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:54:49.973-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planos'/><title type='text'>Tudo que eu quero</title><summary type='text'></summary><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbyaySwEIPQ/TqYItFcgzoI/AAAAAAAABu0/1-TkKr1A2ow/s72-c/intention%2Brather%2Bthan%2Bhabit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6886396446841049932</id><published>2011-10-24T21:40:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:10:53.731-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constatações da vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Melancolia de primavera</title><summary type='text'>Queria ter de volta meus vinte anos...Para andar de patins despreocupada, até cansar, curtir minha bicicleta sem me preocupar tanto com os meus joelhos e soltar do guidon as mãos para curtir o vento numa tarde fresca de primavera às margens da lagoa,Para saltar de asa delta, paraquedas, parapente, gritando a plenos pulmões, e desfrutando a paisagem em segundos de emoção...Queria os beijos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6886396446841049932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6886396446841049932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6886396446841049932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6886396446841049932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/10/melancolia-de-primavera.html' title='Melancolia de primavera'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDgMFTXW36A/TqX6z48FjQI/AAAAAAAABuo/co_XNoT9abw/s72-c/tears_of_sadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8833014048486899168</id><published>2011-10-15T10:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:23:33.272-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insensatez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indignação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Cada um que aja de acordo com a sua consciência</title><summary type='text'>Essa é a frase preferida do síndico aqui do prédio. Morador e proprietário de um apartamento na cobertura, ele não paga duas cotas de condomínio para ser síndico. É o que ele ganha. Basicamente, ele administra as contas e cobra multas dos condôminos atrasados. Mais não faz. Nunca vi ele comprar plantas novas pro jardim. Nunca vi ele mandar pintar o prédio internamente. Nunca vi ele mandar lavar a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8833014048486899168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8833014048486899168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8833014048486899168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8833014048486899168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/10/cada-um-que-aja-de-acordo-com-sua.html' title='Cada um que aja de acordo com a sua consciência'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8093688391337668769</id><published>2011-10-10T20:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:26:56.352-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperanca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coragem e fé'/><title type='text'>A um amigo descrente</title><summary type='text'>Meu amigo,       Vi que você está descrente da vida. Que é chegada a hora de repensar suas escolhas. Que, depois de tudo o que você fez, de tudo que você investiu, você acha que não recebeu o reconhecimento merecido.        Pode não parecer, mas eu sei bem pelo quê você está passando. Não que eu tenha enfrentado situação igual, mas vi meu pai sofrer na pele a crise da Construção Civil, na década </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8093688391337668769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8093688391337668769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8093688391337668769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8093688391337668769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-amigo-descrente.html' title='A um amigo descrente'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-160440336409326143</id><published>2011-10-02T19:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:19:30.971-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancolia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Paz</title><summary type='text'>Não há paz dentro de mim.Há um mar revolto, em plena ressaca, com ondas de 2, de 3 metros, quebrando raivosas e destruindo calçadas, assolando uma praia deserta tomada por um vento frio e cortante.Não há paz dentro de mim.Há um vendaval persistente, que destelha casas, que arranca do chão árvores centenárias por suas raízes, que derruba postes e destrói sonhos e esperanças.Não há paz dentro de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/160440336409326143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=160440336409326143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/160440336409326143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/160440336409326143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/10/paz.html' title='Paz'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-7566614008811969308</id><published>2011-09-21T12:39:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:55:14.236-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cara de nojo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cara feia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Perdendo o medo de cara feia</title><summary type='text'>Estou relendo o livro “Coragem de Crescer”, da psicóloga Maria de Melo Azevedo, da USP. Comprei este livro em 2006, e não me lembro mais o que me atraiu nele: o título, a simplicidade da capa, ou alguma coisa que li...  A autora faz uma discussão em tornos de relatos de casos de pessoas que ela trata, não divulgando os nomes dos pacientes, é claro. E em cada caso, há, inevitavelmente, algo com o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/7566614008811969308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=7566614008811969308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7566614008811969308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7566614008811969308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/perdendo-o-medo-de-cara-feia.html' title='Perdendo o medo de cara feia'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkhhnkiYq7U/TnoFws4FjsI/AAAAAAAABuY/p9nWvhu8Fkg/s72-c/crianca-com-raiva-menina-cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6257110592423107544</id><published>2011-09-16T18:22:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:21:28.391-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='receitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Colecionadora de receitas</title><summary type='text'>Quando eu casei, aos 28 anos, ninguém me disse que a vida seria procurar por receitas. Naquela época, eu mal sabia fritar um ovo, passar um café... e tive que encarar as dores e as delícias da vida a dois.Eu pensava que tinha alguma sorte porque quando casei meu marido tinha 35 anos e vivia desde os 18 anos sozinho. Então, ele sabia como fazer... arroz, feijão e tudo o mais (naquela época, eu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6257110592423107544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6257110592423107544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6257110592423107544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6257110592423107544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/colecionado-receitas.html' title='Colecionadora de receitas'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qzPukf4LyM/TnPDh5y3UWI/AAAAAAAABuQ/E31IiwuAR_o/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2063024442844271742</id><published>2011-09-15T23:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:59:58.863-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><title type='text'>Presente da mamãe</title><summary type='text'>Adorei!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2063024442844271742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2063024442844271742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2063024442844271742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2063024442844271742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/presente-da-mamae.html' title='Presente da mamãe'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dNFafFCnl_w/TnK7mnjiyUI/AAAAAAAABuI/dME8Rk-NqJQ/s72-c/DSC00733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-679556611732689207</id><published>2011-09-15T14:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T10:05:28.534-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surpresa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criaturas surreais'/><title type='text'>Agradável surpresa de uma tarde chuvosa</title><summary type='text'>Ontem, zapeando impaciente com meu controle remoto, enquanto esperava um retorno da médica, me deparei com um filme fofo no Telecine Pipoca. Eu recomendo. Para aqueles dias em que não se quer sofrer, pensar, refletir, quando tudo o que se quer é apreciar uma comedinha romântica que, de quebra, nos apresenta uma criança pra lá de fofa, que faz um personagem "mega perturbado"...O nome do filme? "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/679556611732689207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=679556611732689207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/679556611732689207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/679556611732689207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/agradavel-surpresa-de-uma-tarde-chuvosa.html' title='Agradável surpresa de uma tarde chuvosa'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_gvOP4yL_9g/TnI0r8e6XmI/AAAAAAAABtg/aCjLuFB2sSE/s72-c/coincidencias_do_amor_2010_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-5336644817330040017</id><published>2011-09-13T22:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:45:04.085-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia em prosa'/><title type='text'>Tecendo saberes na primavera...</title><summary type='text'>Quem quer, arruma um jeito.Quem não quer, arruma uma desculpa.Caio Fernando Abreu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/5336644817330040017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWQSbQPQsXE/TnAG6qvefcI/AAAAAAAABtY/kO3Rel2uHWA/s72-c/Paris-opening-goed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6433452587904570085</id><published>2011-09-13T14:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:05:56.895-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música no iPod'/><title type='text'>Música do dia</title><summary type='text'>Aliás, e a propósito, a música do dia hoje é...... porque eu fiquei sozinha o dia todo com meus pensamentos!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6433452587904570085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6433452587904570085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6433452587904570085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6433452587904570085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/musica-do-dia.html' title='Música do dia'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-192255223072613314</id><published>2011-09-13T13:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:46:52.923-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmalte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhas coloridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashionismo'/><title type='text'>Moda nas unhas</title><summary type='text'>Empolgada com a chuva de tendências que tenho visto nas revistas, e com as explicações de craques da moda de como utilizá-las, como o estilista Reinaldo Lourenço, na Revista UMA de agosto de 2011, resolvi que já era hora de experimentar e sair dos tradicionais rosas, vermelhos, marrons e corais.Passando por uma loja O Boticário, não resisti e comprei o esmalte azul turqueza da segunda foto abaixo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/192255223072613314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=192255223072613314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/192255223072613314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/192255223072613314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/moda-nas-unhas.html' title='Moda nas unhas'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_l66JV_Ol8/Tm-Drl9SrNI/AAAAAAAABs4/7tvkgyOyb5A/s72-c/esmaltes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8172869673589603919</id><published>2011-09-13T11:23:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:05:23.216-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>34/45</title><summary type='text'>O tempo está passando bem devagar. Nossa! Tem dias que penso que vou enlouquecer. Desde que resolvi desligar a tv, melhorei. Me dei conta de que a tv é uma máquina de criar malucos, de endoidecer gente. Aproveito agora para não ouvir nada, nem rádio. É bom. No silêncio, só o barulho do teclado, das minhas próprias ideias, me acompanha.Já que eu não conseguia ler, por uma incrível falta de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8172869673589603919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8172869673589603919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8172869673589603919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8172869673589603919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/3445.html' title='34/45'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hv780PfXnWQ/Tm9uxCPcTFI/AAAAAAAABso/2_2KmUh3wSc/s72-c/rolo%2Bde%2Bfilme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-1924081974125207550</id><published>2011-09-08T11:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:13:21.397-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprendizagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descoberta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>29/45</title><summary type='text'>Hoje é meu 29o. dia de prisão domiciliar. Esta semana foi mais folgada. "Obtive" do maridão alguns alvarás de soltura e fui à rua sozinha. Confesso que ainda tenho um pouco de medo de sair sozinha, de cair de joelhos, como vinha acontecendo antes. Então, dei uma de Angélica e fui de táxi.Consegui retomar minhas seções de acupuntura, voltei à terapia, fui fazer os exames de sangue sozinha. Ontem, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/1924081974125207550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=1924081974125207550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1924081974125207550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1924081974125207550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/2945.html' title='29/45'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgWe9f8oJ4I/TmjaDKUEWEI/AAAAAAAABsg/XUeG1emCvX4/s72-c/carroucel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4689010336720170913</id><published>2011-09-05T12:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:42:26.736-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hábito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lancome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas de consumo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crème-de-la-crème'/><title type='text'>Isso é que é presente</title><summary type='text'>Andei fazendo umas compras no meu site favorito, o da Lancome, e dessa vez, na hora de escolher os brindes (sim, porque eles sempre oferecem brindes a quem é cadastrado), eu pude escolher um potinho de Génifique, um creme que eu estava namorando há muito tempo e que nem no ano passado, quando estive na França, tive coragem de comprar, de tão caro.Não precisa comprar muito para ganhar brindes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4689010336720170913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4689010336720170913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4689010336720170913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4689010336720170913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/isso-e-que-e-presente.html' title='Isso é que é presente'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRTCk7-_zCw/TmTsQv43WRI/AAAAAAAABsY/yENfWz7Te4A/s72-c/genifique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-7036221240888531852</id><published>2011-09-05T10:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:00:03.393-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><title type='text'>I need too much light</title><summary type='text'>The Laughing Hearts  "your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/7036221240888531852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=7036221240888531852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7036221240888531852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7036221240888531852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-need-too-much-light.html' title='I need too much light'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8463653426850664946</id><published>2011-09-04T12:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:16:39.780-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancolia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o-que-vai-dentro-da-cabeça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domingos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belas conclusões'/><title type='text'>25 dias de prisão domiciliar</title><summary type='text'>É assim que eu me sinto. O dia está lindo, posso ver pela janela. Céu azul, clima ameno, ideal para um passeio ao ar livre. E eu aqui esperando. Esperando o corpo vencer a batalha, para voltar ao meu normal. Não ao normal dos outros. Ao meu.Enquanto espero, me contento com as ligações que recebo, com as poucas visitas. Elas me acalentam, me mostram algum carinho. Eu ainda me pergunto porquê </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8463653426850664946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8463653426850664946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8463653426850664946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8463653426850664946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/25-dias-de-prisao-domiciliar.html' title='25 dias de prisão domiciliar'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbgMDPy_yfs/TmOjC-h6SeI/AAAAAAAABsQ/KsAAqBkONg4/s72-c/bal%25C3%25B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4598686924219515807</id><published>2011-09-02T23:09:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:26:00.064-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distrações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matando o tempo'/><title type='text'>Transformando um ursinho</title><summary type='text'>Pegue um ursinho sem graça...Corte um pedacinho de retalho bem bacaninha, como um quadradinho ...Use uma tesoura de picote para fazer o acabamento...Dobre ao meio como um triângulo e vinque à ferro para marcar...Depois, como uma bandana, coloque na cabeça do ursinho.Use uma linha para prender atrás e dos lados...Escolha uma fita que combine e faça um lacinho curto...E voilà, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4598686924219515807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4598686924219515807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4598686924219515807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4598686924219515807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/transformando-um-ursinho.html' title='Transformando um ursinho'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRaSZ45f1Es/TmGNGLFdqBI/AAAAAAAABrQ/6Krb5ED86hM/s72-c/DSC00713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6741704936038717856</id><published>2011-09-01T21:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:31:37.630-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisa de maluco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos de consumo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><title type='text'>Obscuro objeto do desejo</title><summary type='text'>


Eu vi essa revista nas bancas e enlouqueci. Adorei esse vestido. Está certo, é um Carolina Herrera. Mas, eu preciso, eu quero, eu necessito!!!! Sei lá o que passa pela nossa cabeça que nos leva a amar alguma coisa que a gente acabou de ver. Comprei a revista. Nada, nenhuma foto interna para que eu pudesse ver os detalhes. Zero. Que frustração!

Mas, um detalhe, vendo o making off da Alinne no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6741704936038717856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6741704936038717856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6741704936038717856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6741704936038717856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/09/obscuro-objeto-do-desejo.html' title='Obscuro objeto do desejo'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJNDvBKypb0/TmAafpjAaYI/AAAAAAAABrI/6xT_57MB6wA/s72-c/marie_claire_aline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3984917314905706025</id><published>2011-08-30T12:11:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:03:46.694-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprendizagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belas conclusões'/><title type='text'>Meu universo particular, entre Facebooks e sonhos memoráveis</title><summary type='text'>Acho que o maior sofrimento de quem está com uma doença que impõe quarentena é ver a vida passar lá fora e você estar alheia a ela.  Você se sente como num universo paralelo.Lidar com  a ignorância das pessoas e também com a tua sobre a doença é algo que irrita, a maior parte do tempo.Rolam os mais variados comentários, que às vezes viram boatos: "Ela vai morrer...", "Ela está estressada", "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/3984917314905706025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=3984917314905706025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3984917314905706025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3984917314905706025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/meu-universo-particular-entre-facebooks.html' title='Meu universo particular, entre Facebooks e sonhos memoráveis'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vU0J8eqwqSI/Tl0DFJrSq-I/AAAAAAAABrE/aOpaoIFbaD0/s72-c/bouganvilles2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6915206910406053625</id><published>2011-08-28T23:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:49:32.194-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belas conclusões'/><title type='text'>A gente se sente amada...</title><summary type='text'>... quando o maridão pede (e come com você!) a pizza da pizzariada esquina que ele detesta só para te agradar!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6915206910406053625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6915206910406053625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6915206910406053625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6915206910406053625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/gente-se-sente-amada.html' title='A gente se sente amada...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xlq42pWNsi0/Tlr95JBnSTI/AAAAAAAABqs/8jBWg5OKVis/s72-c/pizza1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4420248984954764108</id><published>2011-08-27T11:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T11:13:41.272-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>Reflexões de uma enfêrma - 2</title><summary type='text'>Tem um menino lá no meu trabalho, o Carlos, que vende cupcakes deliciosos. Eu sempre peço a ele para nem me mostrar os danadinhos, para não dar vontade!Decidi que dieta é uma droga, e que vou me permitir ao menos 1 por semana, eu não vou explodir por conta dessas calorias!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4420248984954764108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4420248984954764108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4420248984954764108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4420248984954764108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflexoes-de-uma-enferma-2.html' title='Reflexões de uma enfêrma - 2'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-331eKYLwjMk/Tlj6KQonE3I/AAAAAAAABqk/TiIEKMuARNE/s72-c/delicia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8393510986364564296</id><published>2011-08-27T11:00:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T12:55:31.036-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bom humor'/><title type='text'>Meu caso</title><summary type='text'>Com tantos pedidos de exames e informações desencontradasentre os médicos, a gente começa a desconfiar de tudo!_______________Publicado no Segundo Caderno do Jornal O Globo de 27/08/2011. Clique na imagem para vê-la em uma resolução melhor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8393510986364564296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8393510986364564296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8393510986364564296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8393510986364564296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/meu-caso.html' title='Meu caso'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTSnuIjsFUk/Tlj5IuNMadI/AAAAAAAABqU/sMwOrVyz6U8/s72-c/dustin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2086262290511665860</id><published>2011-08-26T22:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T10:53:26.304-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>É incrível...</title><summary type='text'>... como crescem pêlos, cabelo e unhas quando você não está prestando atenção neles!... como a gente sente falta até do que nos irrita!... como eu tenho visto passarinhos diferentes se fartando do néctar das flores do meu bouganville!... como as pessoas têm uma imagem tão diferente de nós da que nós mesmos enxergamos!... como as pessoas distorcem tudo aquilo que falamos para contar a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2086262290511665860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2086262290511665860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2086262290511665860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2086262290511665860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-incrivel.html' title='É incrível...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSDHNwlFU4E/TlhM1-kY40I/AAAAAAAABp0/geMSqMHH1f0/s72-c/happyending.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-1025194300267013297</id><published>2011-08-25T19:08:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:37:01.836-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coragem e fé'/><title type='text'>Reflexões de uma enfêrma - 1</title><summary type='text'>Ninguém gosta de ficar doente. Muito menos eu. Interessante ver a quantidade e a diversidade de pessoas que ligaram para mim para saber como eu estava. Estou melhorando, mas bem lentamente. No início, deu medo. Os dois médicos com quem eu me consultei disseram que não havia remédio, que eu teria que me recuperar sozinha. Daí a gente faz os exames e não melhora, "fica estável", como a própria </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/1025194300267013297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=1025194300267013297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1025194300267013297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1025194300267013297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflexoes-de-uma-enferma-1.html' title='Reflexões de uma enfêrma - 1'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-5086017844285206713</id><published>2011-08-24T19:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:41:32.001-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música no iPod'/><title type='text'>Poetas brasileiros</title><summary type='text'>Dá para não se emocionar? Que gravação linda! Amo o Alceu e a Zizi...Na Primeira ManhãAlceu ValençaNa primeira manhã que te perdiAcordei mais cansado que sozinhoComo um conde falando aos passarinhosComo uma bumba-meu-boi sem capitãoE gemi como geme o arvoredoComo a brisa descendo das colinasComo quem perde o prumo e desatinaComo um boi no meio da multidãoNa segunda manhã que te </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/5086017844285206713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=5086017844285206713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5086017844285206713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5086017844285206713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/poetas-brasileiros.html' title='Poetas brasileiros'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6076789635763463909</id><published>2011-08-20T23:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:13:04.021-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coragem e fé'/><title type='text'>Mulher maravilha</title><summary type='text'>Definitivamente, não sou ela. Adorava quando criança, mas seus poderes ficaram no passado, nas telas da tv. Muito cansaço. Coração em permanente disparo, para dar conta da falta de ar. 99, 100, 110 batimentos por minuto. Dor de cabeça. Ela lateja dentro de mim. Não aguento a luz. Não aguento ficar deitada. Não aguento dar 5 passos. Não é falta de sangue. Nem caso para cirurgia. Tenho que me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6076789635763463909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6076789635763463909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6076789635763463909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6076789635763463909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/mulher-maravilha.html' title='Mulher maravilha'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2486110537035419538</id><published>2011-08-09T10:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:30:01.906-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gente grande'/><title type='text'>Carpinejando</title><summary type='text'>Desde que comecei a ler o livro do Fabrício, e a partir do momento em que posso levá-lo para qualquer lugar, sem ter que me ater a pequena tela do computador onde encontro seus maravilhosos escritos em blogs e colunas de revistas, me pego pensando cada vez mais no que ele escreve e no quanto compartilho de suas opiniões. No último texto, ele escreveu assim o que pensa sobre "ser grande":"Não há</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2486110537035419538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2486110537035419538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2486110537035419538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2486110537035419538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/carpinejando.html' title='Carpinejando'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3306487159639346364</id><published>2011-08-08T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T15:00:07.529-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boas dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorância'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lições'/><title type='text'>Prestadores de serviço</title><summary type='text'>Acho que já falei aqui que há mais de dois anos estávamos com um problema no nosso boiler. Demorou, mas pouco antes de sairmos de férias, chamamos uma empresa de aquecedores à gás e trocamos o dito cujo (que já estava vazando gás e podia causar um problema sério aqui em casa).As férias passaram e no sábado o maridão resolveu, finalmente, chamar uma pessoa para fechar dois buracos no teto de gesso</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/3306487159639346364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=3306487159639346364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3306487159639346364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3306487159639346364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/prestadores-de-servico.html' title='Prestadores de serviço'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4054907934024356851</id><published>2011-08-07T15:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:24:56.586-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vale à pena ver de novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>Nine</title><summary type='text'>Poster italiano de Nine (2009)Na noite de ontem, saímos procurando quais os DVDs que tínhamos e ainda estavam na embalagem para curtirmos um filminho juntos. Temos essa mania, que eu sei, alguns de vocês acham um desperdício. Mas, gostamos de comprar filmes. Temos a maior preguiça de ir à locadora, gostamos de escolher a hora em que veremos os filmes, sem ficarmos presos ao horário da tv à cabo e</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4054907934024356851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4054907934024356851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4054907934024356851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4054907934024356851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/nine.html' title='Nine'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9mcb8U0ks8w/Tj7jH4hDW5I/AAAAAAAABo8/YgJ1lEATYrw/s72-c/nine_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2847356016803438236</id><published>2011-08-06T15:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:08:21.160-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandono'/><title type='text'>Quedas</title><summary type='text'>s. f.Ato ou efeito de cair: levar uma queda.Fig. Ato de ruir, de desmoronar; decadência, ruína: a queda de um império; perda de influência ou de poder; inclinação; declive; quebrada; perdição moral; tendência, propensão, habilidade, vocação.Quedas. Subjetivas. Materiais. De cabelo. Vertiginosas. Abismais. Perda de sentidos. Joelhos verde-azulados. Desencontros. De pressão. Depressão. Pelo caminho</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2847356016803438236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2847356016803438236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2847356016803438236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2847356016803438236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/quedas.html' title='Quedas'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-1781891555518620594</id><published>2011-08-02T16:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T22:43:49.443-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música no iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title type='text'>Adele</title><summary type='text'>Passei a semana de volta pensando nas cantoras novas, nas que estou curtindo e uma delas é, logicamente, a Adele. Veja só a regravação desse clássico do The Cure, que coisa linda.Love SongThe CureComposição: Robert SmithWhenever I'm alone with youYou make me feel like I am home againWhenever I'm alone with youYou make me feel like I am whole again Whenever I'm alone with youYou make me feel like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/1781891555518620594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=1781891555518620594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1781891555518620594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1781891555518620594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/adele.html' title='Adele'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8506151838743497644</id><published>2011-08-01T15:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:20:15.637-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pousadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiradentes'/><title type='text'>Pousadas em Tiradentes</title><summary type='text'>Quando estávamos preparando a viagem, recebemos algumas indicações de Pousadas em Tiradentes. Mamãe quando vai até lá, costuma ficar na Pousada Neuza Barbosa, que foi reformada recentemente e recebeu uma série de melhorias, o que leva a mamãe a apostar que se ela já era uma boa pousada, agora ficou melhor ainda.Dois amigos nos indicaram outras pousadas. Um deles indicou a Pousada Don Quijote. Diz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8506151838743497644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8506151838743497644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8506151838743497644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8506151838743497644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/pousadas-em-tiradentes.html' title='Pousadas em Tiradentes'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HObWxrohXkE/TjcIMa8J1WI/AAAAAAAABn8/GBQHTNfAZvg/s72-c/brisa_pousada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-5736232006456917114</id><published>2011-08-01T10:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:00:05.443-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandes shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ney Matogrosso'/><title type='text'>Ney</title><summary type='text'>Hoje é aniversário dele. 70 anos. Só posso desejar felicidades, e que ele continue oferecendo pérolas aos nossos ouvidos, com essa voz maravilhosa que Deus lhe deu. Salve, leonino!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/5736232006456917114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=5736232006456917114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5736232006456917114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/5736232006456917114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/08/ney.html' title='Ney'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2770192031090945562</id><published>2011-07-31T23:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T00:05:34.874-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiradentes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comprinhas básicas'/><title type='text'>Comprinhas mineiras</title><summary type='text'>(*)Não basta ir à Tiradentes. Tem que se controlar. Sim, porque lá é tudo-de-bom, a gente compra sem parar, se quiser.De móveis, a objetos de decoração e paninhos para casa, bijoux de prata incríveis, cachaças, doces em compotas, em barras, enfim... uma perdição. Tem que segurar o cartão de crédito, moçada, senão volta falido.Antes de sair do Rio, já tinha ouvido minha mãe falar que eu devia dar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2770192031090945562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2770192031090945562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2770192031090945562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2770192031090945562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/comprinhas-mineiras.html' title='Comprinhas mineiras'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwIfZFIOqpc/TjYWLiUyraI/AAAAAAAABn0/4sizRfQGG7s/s72-c/sala_mineira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-1459087223582994355</id><published>2011-07-31T18:27:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:46:46.380-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiradentes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bom restaurante'/><title type='text'>Restaurantes em Tiradentes</title><summary type='text'>Em Tiradentes, uma das coisas mais legais de se fazer é conhecer os restaurantes e provar da deliciosa comida mineira. Antes de viajar, pedi aos amigos no Facebook que me ajudassem com um roteiro, já que eu não conhecia a cidade.Todos eles foram unânimes em dizer que eu tinha que ir ao Tragaluz, restaurante premiado, na Rua Direita, que é muito concorrido porque é a melhor comida da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/1459087223582994355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=1459087223582994355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1459087223582994355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1459087223582994355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/restaurantes-em-tiradentes.html' title='Restaurantes em Tiradentes'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7KrqSutQww/TjXKJcOXekI/AAAAAAAABns/hvfqVOgQZP0/s72-c/480_frente_2_tragaluz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-7599420443490452449</id><published>2011-07-31T18:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:38:14.346-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiradentes'/><title type='text'>Trilha sonora da viagem</title><summary type='text'>Antes de sair de casa rumo à Tiradentes, passei a mão em dois packs com CDs que eu havia gravado há muito tempo (já que eu temo ficar sem os meus originais, no carro só deixo as cópias)...No caminho, ouvimos de tudo. Muita Amy Whinehouse, que precocemente nos deixou no sábado, e eu soube da notícia entre um cochilo e outro no meio da tarde. Confesso que mal pude acreditar.Mas, voltando à nossa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/7599420443490452449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=7599420443490452449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7599420443490452449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7599420443490452449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/trilha-sonora-da-viagem.html' title='Trilha sonora da viagem'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAUqHkpyEY4/TjXHXbiH7yI/AAAAAAAABnE/mXgTh6n5cDM/s72-c/bocalivre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3316699213329251474</id><published>2011-07-31T17:41:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T00:26:14.208-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiradentes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Quero o tempo que o tempo tem numa cidade do interior...</title><summary type='text'>Tiradentes...Igreja Matriz de Santo AntônioÀ tardinha, numa rua bucólica de Tiradentes...Criativa a dona dessa lojaPraça do ChafarizÀ direita, a Rua Direita, onde está o restaurante Tragaluz, visita mais do que necessária...João de Barro fazendo a sua casinha...Charretes com motivo Hello Kit, é o progresso chegando às ruas de pedras...Um adorável cãozinho, descansando ao sol...&lt;&lt; o tempo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/3316699213329251474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=3316699213329251474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3316699213329251474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3316699213329251474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/quero-o-tempo-que-o-tempo-tem-numa.html' title='Quero o tempo que o tempo tem numa cidade do interior...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpOZVcSS2vY/TjW_OQWXb4I/AAAAAAAABl0/28eKTPBSFpE/s72-c/IMG_2634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-497068795633362957</id><published>2011-07-31T17:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T17:39:28.410-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens aos leitores'/><title type='text'>Conteúdo</title><summary type='text'>Não é que eu não tivesse nada a dizer durante todos esses dias. É que eu estava mais para ouvir do que para contar. Li muito, ouvi músicas, fiz algumas descobertas, testei receitas, cuidei das plantas, aumentei minha horta, reencontrei amigos... enfim, aproveitei as férias...Já, já, estou postando novamente... aguardem!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/497068795633362957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=497068795633362957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/497068795633362957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/497068795633362957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/conteudo.html' title='Conteúdo'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-266152741735641778</id><published>2011-07-24T23:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:40:33.862-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música no iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Whinehouse'/><title type='text'>Como não sentir saudades dela?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/266152741735641778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=266152741735641778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/266152741735641778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/266152741735641778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/como-nao-sentir-saudades-dela.html' title='Como não sentir saudades dela?'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3385305336183611099</id><published>2011-07-19T12:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:00:02.340-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Grande verdade</title><summary type='text'>"O pior dos problemas da gente é que ninguém tem nada com isso".Mário QuintanaPara viver com poesia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/3385305336183611099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=3385305336183611099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3385305336183611099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3385305336183611099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/grande-verdade.html' title='Grande verdade'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4331484611344839726</id><published>2011-07-18T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:00:10.725-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas queridas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programa especial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crème-de-la-crème'/><title type='text'>Altas Horas</title><summary type='text'>Eu não durmo mesmo. Dia desses, vendo o programa Altas Horas do Serginho Grossman, me deparei com uma festa de comemoração pelos 10 anos do programa com a presença da galera festeira dos anos 80. Era dia 26 de junho de 2011.Estavam lá o Barão Vermelho, o George Israel, a Blitz com a Fernanda Abreu, os Titãs, o Rogério Flausino (entrando de bicão para cantar "Que país é esse?", da Legião), Negra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4331484611344839726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4331484611344839726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4331484611344839726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4331484611344839726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/altas-horas.html' title='Altas Horas'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-7425363846681696999</id><published>2011-07-17T23:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:23:15.368-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vale à pena ver de novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><summary type='text'>Assisti novamente no DVD hoje o filme "A Origem", que havia assistido no cinema no início desse ano. Novamente, fiquei impactada pela trilha sonora perfeita, pelos efeitos visuais, pela dramaticidade do roteiro, pela tensão... Mas, o que me comove mesmo neste filme é a história de haver uma possibilidade de você não se dar conta, num dado momento, do que é realidade e o que é sonho (ficção) na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/7425363846681696999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=7425363846681696999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7425363846681696999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/7425363846681696999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo8TBjYuNfU/TiOiUGVzfxI/AAAAAAAABls/kL_9KnBLmSQ/s72-c/Escada%2Bde%2Bescher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4575747571522506876</id><published>2011-07-17T16:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:47:49.562-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propaganda que eu odiei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propaganda que eu amei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade comtemporânea'/><title type='text'>A alma do negócio</title><summary type='text'>Dizem que a propaganda é a alma do negócio. De uns tempos pra cá, tenho reparado como são criativos os publicitários que cuidam das marcas de desodorantes. Para o bem ou para o mal. Recentemente, percebi meu sobrinho de seis anos cantando uma musiquinha nojenta, e de repente, enquanto via tv, perecebi de onde via aquela musiquinha, que havia grudado na cabeça dele. É desse comercial aqui, do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4575747571522506876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4575747571522506876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4575747571522506876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4575747571522506876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/alma-do-negocio.html' title='A alma do negócio'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2013005955653034267</id><published>2011-07-15T23:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:34:39.305-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivências'/><title type='text'>Jardins</title><summary type='text'>Como é a sua vida? Ela é como o seu jardim pessoal? Você o rega todos os dias? Aduba? Escolhe sementes de flores para espalhar por ele? Seu jardim tem luz? Atrai abelhas, borboletas? Passarinhos? Beija-flores? O quanto você investe do seu tempo para cuidar do seu jardim?Um amigo me perguntou isso hoje... eu respondi: "É claro que eu cuido do meu jardim..."E cuido mesmo... os passarinhos me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2013005955653034267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2013005955653034267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2013005955653034267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2013005955653034267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/jardins.html' title='Jardins'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JFi1wDTE7Xw/TiD11VZzfoI/AAAAAAAABlc/geUfHEia47M/s72-c/casas-com-jardins-lindos-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-325642799526102915</id><published>2011-07-10T23:07:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:14:35.548-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rio de Janeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invernais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidão'/><title type='text'>Sem voz</title><summary type='text'>Dos tempos vividos no Rio, nunca esse inverno foi tão frio. Depois de um ano sem inverno, a esquentar miolos nos 40 graus europeus, esse no Rio me parece mais castigado, mais intenso. Com uma gripe que há muito eu não tinha, só penso na minha cama e no meu cobertor. Quisera não mais falar, ficar muda, perder a voz... de vez. Falar pra quê? Gastar o meu latim em vão? São tantos os sonhos que se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/325642799526102915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=325642799526102915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/325642799526102915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/325642799526102915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/07/sem-voz.html' title='Sem voz'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4683219845880503171</id><published>2011-06-21T23:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T00:03:02.922-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conto de fadas'/><title type='text'>Pequeno conto de fadas xadrez</title><summary type='text'>Evitando perder o rei, entregou a rainha ao bispo negro. Deu sua cabeça numa bandeja de prata e torceu para achar saída que lhe permitisse manter o reino. A rainha obteve clemência e sua cabeça de volta. Colocaram-na em seu corpo, mas restou-lhe a cicatriz. Estava lá, para lembrar-lhe que, na hora de maior ameaça, de nada lhe servira a fidelidade ao reino, ao rei. Vão se as rainhas, ficam-se os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4683219845880503171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4683219845880503171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4683219845880503171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4683219845880503171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/06/conto-de-fadas-xadrez.html' title='Pequeno conto de fadas xadrez'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8069333011349434927</id><published>2011-06-19T23:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:31:25.699-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propaganda que eu odiei'/><title type='text'>O povo inventa de tudo um pouco...</title><summary type='text'>Ah, o incrível mundo da propaganda!Dirt Devil-The Exorcist from MrPrice2U on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8069333011349434927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8069333011349434927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8069333011349434927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8069333011349434927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-povo-inventa-de-tudo-um-pouco.html' title='O povo inventa de tudo um pouco...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8067144322929989578</id><published>2011-06-16T14:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:07:12.517-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constatações da vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Ombro amigo</title><summary type='text'>Um dia, conversando com uma amiga que frequenta aqui o blog, ela me relatou uma experiência sobre uma de suas amigas que a tinha associado a um momento ruim de sua vida e que, por conta disso, tinha se afastado dela, o que a princípio, a havia deixado muito triste. Mas, depois ela entendeu.Aquilo me deixou encafifada por muito tempo, pensei à beça naquilo, porque pra mim era quase inimaginável </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8067144322929989578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8067144322929989578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8067144322929989578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8067144322929989578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/06/ombro-amigo.html' title='Ombro amigo'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-3605881809362682670</id><published>2011-06-15T22:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:07:27.955-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivências'/><title type='text'>Vivendo e aprendendo a jogar</title><summary type='text'>Semana passada, dei uma sumida aqui do blog. Estava recebendo uma consultora norte-americana e isso implicava em garantir que ela fosse ficar bem e conhecesse um pouco mais a cidade. Essa senhora, bem uns 15 anos mais velha do que eu, foi a grande inspiradora das minhas pesquisas na época que eu estava fazendo meu Doutorado. Eu citei ela à beça.Na terça-feira, levamos a consultora para conhecer o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/3605881809362682670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=3605881809362682670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3605881809362682670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/3605881809362682670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/06/vivendo-e-aprendendo-jogar.html' title='Vivendo e aprendendo a jogar'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2235226210221957243</id><published>2011-06-04T23:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:45:28.541-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivos para brigas a dois'/><title type='text'>Quando ele finge que é surdo...</title><summary type='text'>Amor, não vai por aí não que está muito engarrafado...{e ele parece que não te escuta...}Amor, por favor, estou super atrasaaaaaada...{e ele continua seguindo pelo mesmo caminho, super focado no trânsito caótico a nossa frente}Amor, dobra a direita...{e ele continua na mesma velocidade como quem não está nem aí}PORRA, vira nessa entrada à direita, CACETE!{pronto, acabou o problema!}</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2235226210221957243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2235226210221957243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2235226210221957243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2235226210221957243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-ele-finge-que-e-surdo.html' title='Quando ele finge que é surdo...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2764253610404645651</id><published>2011-05-29T15:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:52:21.288-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boas dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura brasileira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Das coisas que a gente não consegue dizer, mas eles {os escritores} conseguem...</title><summary type='text'>Estou finalizando a leitura desse livro e a recomendo para todo mundo que quiser se ver espelhado nas várias estórias que a Martha conta nele, de forma simples e, por que não dizer, brilhante.Tem gente que não gosta do estilo dela. Nem do da Lya Luft. Nem do da Thalita Rebouças. Nem do Paulo Coelho. Não, não os estou colocando no mesmo saco, até porque não gosto do Paulo Coelho, nunca li Thalita,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2764253610404645651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2764253610404645651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2764253610404645651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2764253610404645651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/05/das-coisas-que-gente-nao-consegue-dizer.html' title='Das coisas que a gente não consegue dizer, mas eles {os escritores} conseguem...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIdtBSHKfOM/TeKMemHMOhI/AAAAAAAABlI/VXnkQHVhKz0/s72-c/tudooqueeuqueriatedizer_marthamedeiros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8244304605318292951</id><published>2011-05-28T11:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T11:40:59.881-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escolhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tortura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Banheiros</title><summary type='text'>Outro dia, na minha página do Facebook, postei uma frase sentida e lamentosa sobre a inabilidade de meus colegas engenheiros civis em construir banheiros – hoje em dia cada vez mais minúsculos – com suas janelinhas voltadas para prismas de ventilação internos. Recebi comentários de amigos dizendo que “eu estava muito revoltada”.  De fato, desde criança me delicio com as páginas dos classificados </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8244304605318292951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8244304605318292951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8244304605318292951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8244304605318292951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/05/banheiros.html' title='Banheiros'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrCgrvylFm4/TeEG2CYjyzI/AAAAAAAABlA/qwMGs3PkdiE/s72-c/planta-baixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-1009427471724902292</id><published>2011-05-26T23:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T00:03:50.591-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprendizagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Eu somatizo, tu somatizas, ele somatiza...</title><summary type='text'>Essa vida de blogueira não é fácil. Manter um blog atualizado com uma frequência razoável, tendo o mesmo sido criado em 2005, requer muita idéia, muita imaginação, muita criatividade. Mais difícil ainda é quando as histórias desse blog são 'fortementes' {não adianta mais mentir, né?} baseadas na sua vida... aí, então...Passei a semana inteira cansada. Com uma rotina cada vez mais pesada, incluir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/1009427471724902292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=1009427471724902292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1009427471724902292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1009427471724902292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-somatizo-tu-somatizas-ele-somatiza.html' title='Eu somatizo, tu somatizas, ele somatiza...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-467172220819181471</id><published>2011-05-14T06:10:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:41:45.963-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coragem e fé'/><title type='text'>O primeiro dia do resto da minha vida</title><summary type='text'>Estranho como, de repente, tudo que você construiu ao longo da vida deixa de fazer sentido. Num momento, estou lá, com o maior cuidado, garimpando peças bonitas e interessantes para decorar a casa, no outro, estou pensando em fazer uma mala com uma muda de roupas e desaparecer.Hoje de madrugada, por volta das duas da manhã, eu tive a minha primeira e verdadeira crise de pânico da vida (pelo menos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/467172220819181471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=467172220819181471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/467172220819181471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/467172220819181471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-primeiro-dia-do-resto-da-minha-vida.html' title='O primeiro dia do resto da minha vida'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pCe60yh2JHs/Tc5NiVua7GI/AAAAAAAABk4/ci76lg48jDg/s72-c/Coragem-Para-Ser-Feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4374537470593120688</id><published>2011-05-11T00:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T00:48:24.030-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancolia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústias'/><title type='text'>Angústia</title><summary type='text'>Dor no peito. Uma agulha. Duas agulhas. Três agulhas. {nossa, como dá vontade de chorar} Sinal de angústia. Vai passar, já passou, tá passando? {não, continua doendo}. Ai, agora é a minha cabeça que dói. Tudo dói. A jaula {capa} que protege também enclausura. Tenho que me libertar da armadilha que eu mesma criei. Coragem. Angústia. Medo. Desalento.---Dor no peito. Dor em tudo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4374537470593120688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4374537470593120688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4374537470593120688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4374537470593120688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/05/angustia.html' title='Angústia'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-9055222344539781298</id><published>2011-05-06T00:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:08:27.101-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicadeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='companheirismo'/><title type='text'>Silêncios</title><summary type='text'>Ele olhou pra mim e disse: "pelo menos fui eu quem te estendeu a mão e te ajudou a se levantar"... e mais algumas bobagens desnecessárias depois. Eu sublinhei a frase: "você já fez isso umas 5 vezes, nessa nossa curta jornada... obrigada".(...)Foi então que ele se calou.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/9055222344539781298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=9055222344539781298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/9055222344539781298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/9055222344539781298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/05/silencios.html' title='Silêncios'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-8817058435944940124</id><published>2011-05-04T23:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:49:44.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música no iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperança'/><title type='text'>E no final...</title><summary type='text'>... tudo acabou bem! Aliás, se não acabou bem, é porque ainda não chegou ao final... (já dizia meu orientador de Doutorado)..."E vejo flores em você" - Ira!, Acústico Mtv</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/8817058435944940124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=8817058435944940124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8817058435944940124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/8817058435944940124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-no-final.html' title='E no final...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQkRR2yv_-c/TcIOKqM9_zI/AAAAAAAABkw/y2tZ-mYAdeE/s72-c/e_vejo_flores_em_voc%25C3%25AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-6321460553701573769</id><published>2011-05-04T22:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:38:05.605-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ó-mundo-cruel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Somatização</title><summary type='text'>Onze da manhã, eu andava pelo quarto do hospital impaciente e uma dor lancinante no peito me consumia. Mas, eu só conseguia pensar: "Você não pode ficar doente, você não pode ficar doente! Afinal, tem tanta gente precisando de você."Eu sabia, racionalmente falando, que estava somatizando o medo, ou melhor, o pânico que eu estava sentindo com a cirurgia da minha mãe, que estava demorando mais do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/6321460553701573769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=6321460553701573769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6321460553701573769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/6321460553701573769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/05/somatizacao.html' title='Somatização'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73YQQby6VgU/TcIKv3U7r9I/AAAAAAAABko/ykpF-a6_up8/s72-c/women-back_pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-4390549760632073916</id><published>2011-04-28T12:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:30:01.445-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loucura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Um amor maluco...</title><summary type='text'>“What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that  much? So much that you couldn’t even control yourself when they came  close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and  throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.”                                                      — Sarah Dessen (This Lullaby)Amo a Giraflô...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/4390549760632073916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=4390549760632073916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4390549760632073916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/4390549760632073916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-amor-maluco.html' title='Um amor maluco...'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3m6L-k_Rtc/TbjKcFyZj2I/AAAAAAAABkY/YIcciLMuLgE/s72-c/girofl%25C3%25AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-2818231596229108836</id><published>2011-04-27T22:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:53:09.960-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Uma verdade</title><summary type='text'>             “There’s always going to be bad stuff out there. But here’s  the amazing thing — light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a  candle into the dark, but you can’t stick the dark into the light.”                                                      — Jodi Picoult (Change of Heart)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/2818231596229108836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=2818231596229108836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2818231596229108836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/2818231596229108836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/04/uma-verdade.html' title='Uma verdade'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897442.post-1531169532330279570</id><published>2011-04-27T22:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:25:19.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coragem e fé'/><title type='text'>Um pouco de força e fé não faz mal a ninguém!</title><summary type='text'>Para mim mesma...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/feeds/1531169532330279570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897442&amp;postID=1531169532330279570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1531169532330279570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897442/posts/default/1531169532330279570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccaleao.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-pouco-de-forca-e-fe-nao-faz-mal.html' title='Um pouco de força e fé não faz mal a ninguém!'/><author><name>Rebecca Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503285194969088792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfcJajrabS4/SSDCn0M7SWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YI3yUmi-ftw/S220/rebecca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ae_mYi1rOy0/TbjP__l4KmI/AAAAAAAABkg/bxSvpChekgI/s72-c/good%2Bwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
