<?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-5639297233458018549</id><updated>2012-01-28T12:16:45.803-08:00</updated><category term='textos'/><category term='El Cid'/><category term='músicas'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='Norte e Sul'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='Romeu e Julieta'/><category term='Boas maneiras'/><category term='Orgulho e Preconceito'/><title type='text'>Tempos Eternos</title><subtitle type='html'>poesia - nobreza - romance</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-8846876459856144758</id><published>2012-01-28T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:16:45.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Cid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>O Melhor de Todos os Filmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3181fc30af921d8b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3181fc30af921d8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108084%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6936E0C094B50F40735434F5C74164792D3A0F7E.577CA681440EFAE82C81B2528D4A3FB7235BA828%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3181fc30af921d8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-3mtytR-jh38-UN23ETZY-05FH8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3181fc30af921d8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108084%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6936E0C094B50F40735434F5C74164792D3A0F7E.577CA681440EFAE82C81B2528D4A3FB7235BA828%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3181fc30af921d8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-3mtytR-jh38-UN23ETZY-05FH8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O que dizer sobre El Cid? As palavras são tão pouco. &lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma incomparável história de nobreza, romance, "visão para ser justo e coragem de ser misericordioso". Uma história heroica, transformada em filme nos tempos em que os cineastas não tinham medo de mostrar a cruz, um homem rezando, e religiões diferentes convivendo em harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;O enredo, simplificado, é este: um guerreiro cristão na Espanha medieval tenta manter o reino unido e estabelecer a paz, contando para isso com a ajuda de príncipes muçulmanos. Juntos, eles devem impedir que a Espanha seja dominada pelos mouros vindos da África. Mas ele tem inimigos dentro do próprio reino, incluindo seu jovem rei.&lt;br /&gt;Este filme ensina sobre coragem e prudência, sobre amizade e inimizade, sobre amor e cólera, sobre comandar e sobre submeter-se, sobre vingança e sobre perdão, sobre viver com honra e morrer com paz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-8846876459856144758?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/8846876459856144758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-melhor-de-todos-os-filmes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/8846876459856144758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/8846876459856144758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-melhor-de-todos-os-filmes.html' title='O Melhor de Todos os Filmes'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-8657591666910415720</id><published>2012-01-17T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:26:08.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqjDqK8gSTU/TxXLCI0xJcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/P6XL8AmxznI/s1600/the%2Bisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698684141096216002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqjDqK8gSTU/TxXLCI0xJcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/P6XL8AmxznI/s320/the%2Bisland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Islands of bliss and everlasting youth,&lt;br /&gt;Floating like flowers on an endless sea,&lt;br /&gt;And never touched by sorrows from this world -&lt;br /&gt;Such happy islands thou wilt never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold: what thou hast dreamed of may be real;&lt;br /&gt;It is not elsewhere, it is what thou art&lt;br /&gt;If thou remember'st God; then thou wilt find&lt;br /&gt;The golden island in thy deepest heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singing of a flute came from the sea:&lt;br /&gt;The waters vanished, and the Flute was Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ilhas de felicidade e eterna juventude,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flutuando como flores num mar infindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E jamais tocadas por pesares deste mundo -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tais Ilhas Abençoadas tu nunca encontrarás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê: o teu sonho pode ser real;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele não está alhures, ele é o que és&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se lembras de Deus; então encontrarás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ilha dourada no fundo de teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O canto duma flauta vinha do mar;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As águas sumiram, e a Flauta era Eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frithjof Schuon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-8657591666910415720?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/8657591666910415720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2012/01/island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/8657591666910415720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/8657591666910415720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2012/01/island.html' title='The Island'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqjDqK8gSTU/TxXLCI0xJcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/P6XL8AmxznI/s72-c/the%2Bisland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-5378966642573748354</id><published>2011-09-21T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:18:08.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Parque no Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZVOB2kcEGs/Tn0dXjzHNhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SUvLaiIChI0/s1600/IMG_3656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655708997631030802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZVOB2kcEGs/Tn0dXjzHNhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SUvLaiIChI0/s320/IMG_3656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É inverno; contudo, vêem-se flores por toda parte. Por que não? Estamos afinal nos trópicos, onde 'inverno' é só um apelido para a estação seca, e onde há flores o ano todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo da grade do parque floriem lindas primaveras, brancas, douradas, vermelho vinho. Dentro, o grande ipê, que durante breves dias vestiu-se em glória cor de rosa, estende agora humilde e generoso um tapete de flores para os que passam a seus pés. O cipó-de-são-joão, ajudado por árvores amigas que o sustentam, enfeita-as derramando-se em cascatas de florinhas cor de laranja; e as altas quaresmeiras começam a espargir o caminho com a púrpura de suas pétalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não longe delas, no jardim defronte a uma das belas e antigas construções do parque, há três pequenas árvores nuas. Têm talvez apenas a altura de um homem. Na ponta de seus galhos mirrados restaram umas poucas folhas, secas, retorcidas, que não tiveram nem força para cair ao chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São três pequenos carvalhos. Noutras terras seriam altos, grandes, majestosos; aqui, não se desenvolveram. Jamais se desenvolverão. Como o poderiam? Lá no seu âmago, roi-os uma incurável saudade: a das neves no inverno, do renascer das primaveras, dum bosque onde agora é verdejante verão. Eles nunca conheceram nada disso; mas sem saber trazem a lembrança em si, e essa falta é o que os impede de crescer. Em meio às flores coloridas, e às vetustas árvores copadas, serão sempre pequenos e sem vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobres carvalhos exilados! Pobres homens! Quantos de nós não somos como eles, dia a dia definhando, pela falta de algo ou de alguém de quem lembramos sem contudo o perceber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-5378966642573748354?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/5378966642573748354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/09/parque-no-inverno.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5378966642573748354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5378966642573748354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/09/parque-no-inverno.html' title='Parque no Inverno'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZVOB2kcEGs/Tn0dXjzHNhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SUvLaiIChI0/s72-c/IMG_3656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-2892813673608568278</id><published>2011-09-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:05:17.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romeu e Julieta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Mais fotos de Romeu e Julieta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem, bem, até que enfim: aqui estão mais umas fotos do belíssimo filme &lt;em&gt;Romeu e Julieta,&lt;/em&gt; de Zefirelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOjGaqRBjp0/TnYngp_2aVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/srLOBMLRpu8/s1600/RJ-Hand%2Bcaught.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653749824193194322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOjGaqRBjp0/TnYngp_2aVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/srLOBMLRpu8/s320/RJ-Hand%2Bcaught.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto é cantada a canção "What is a Youth?", Romeu e Julieta circulam por trás dos expectadores, até se encontrarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QZ1g0tVHgY/TnYnguCx7qI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_SMlECPw5nw/s1600/RJ-HerFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653749825279225506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QZ1g0tVHgY/TnYnguCx7qI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_SMlECPw5nw/s320/RJ-HerFace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Julieta vê pela primeira vez o rosto de Romeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-l0yF0io4s/TnYng8Gm7XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zMCMEloQWaY/s1600/RJ-HisFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653749829053377906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-l0yF0io4s/TnYng8Gm7XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zMCMEloQWaY/s320/RJ-HisFace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...sem a máscara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2fH34LdkY4/TnYpOObfyII/AAAAAAAAAO8/fvK3Vjp6orI/s1600/RJ-Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653751706578569346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2fH34LdkY4/TnYpOObfyII/AAAAAAAAAO8/fvK3Vjp6orI/s320/RJ-Garden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de finda a festa, Romeu entra no jardim de Julieta para tentar vê-la de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RzWRiinP5s/TnYnhDv0fJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7fz70z7NN_I/s1600/RJ-Starry%2Beyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653749831105281170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RzWRiinP5s/TnYnhDv0fJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7fz70z7NN_I/s320/RJ-Starry%2Beyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afinal, eis que ela surge no famoso balcão. "Duas estrelas, tendo negócios em outra parte, pedem aos olhos dela que tomem seus lugares no céu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3bBwpr8C0g/TnYng_vGw2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZG_GV8Qg85s/s1600/RJ-Looking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653749830028542818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3bBwpr8C0g/TnYng_vGw2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZG_GV8Qg85s/s320/RJ-Looking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Romeu contempla Julieta, enlevado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ouvir o tema do filme,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/02/tema-de-romeu-e-julieta-romeo-and.html"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;em&gt;para ver mais fotos,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2010/05/fotos-de-romeu-e-julieta.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-2892813673608568278?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/2892813673608568278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/09/mais-fotos-de-romeu-e-julieta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/2892813673608568278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/2892813673608568278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/09/mais-fotos-de-romeu-e-julieta.html' title='Mais fotos de Romeu e Julieta'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOjGaqRBjp0/TnYngp_2aVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/srLOBMLRpu8/s72-c/RJ-Hand%2Bcaught.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-5241052362787644293</id><published>2011-09-17T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:44:27.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Pasodoble de "A Máscara do Zorro"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-19dac18f5a24283d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19dac18f5a24283d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D116082E72A58C58B4B9254F858B8B3B91EAD283B.4D15185D3E123AD003BFDC2AEDDCE07805B3957A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19dac18f5a24283d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzV46_PQ7eMUoZoVVqNbWY3hrgUE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19dac18f5a24283d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D116082E72A58C58B4B9254F858B8B3B91EAD283B.4D15185D3E123AD003BFDC2AEDDCE07805B3957A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19dac18f5a24283d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzV46_PQ7eMUoZoVVqNbWY3hrgUE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O fascínio mútuo [entre o homem e a mulher] é procriativo e revivificante para o cosmos inteiro, mas esse fascínio erótico requer a magnificação que só os opostos proporcionam: portanto, o universo viceja quando cada polo tem o status dum modelo perfeito, o homem como rei-heroi solar, e a mulher como deusa do amor liberador, mas também como sedutora feiticeira que atrai o homem para fora de sua estéril solidão." (Mark Perry)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É claro que o pasodoble, com seu caráter apaixonado e sensual, é uma espada de dois gumes; mas, por lembrar-nos o belo parágrafo acima, achamos que valia a pena publicar este vídeo aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Também, é necessário dizer que absolutamente não recomendamos o filme: o verdadeiro Zorro, heroico e cavalheiresco, foi substituído aqui por um personagem sem nobreza de caráter e sem dignidade; e o filme é um todo bastante vulgar -- apenas mais um desperdício de boa história e bons recursos técnicos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-5241052362787644293?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/5241052362787644293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/09/pasodoble-de-marca-do-zorro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5241052362787644293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5241052362787644293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/09/pasodoble-de-marca-do-zorro.html' title='Pasodoble de &quot;A Máscara do Zorro&quot;'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-5000285441540825920</id><published>2011-08-18T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:13:23.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Névoas da manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TK4MdphvPUI/Tk2aswttTdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jTB4KCochLw/s1600/N%25C3%25A9voa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642336001946635730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TK4MdphvPUI/Tk2aswttTdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jTB4KCochLw/s320/N%25C3%25A9voa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Linda foto de Patrick Vergueiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-5000285441540825920?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/5000285441540825920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/08/nevoas-da-manha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5000285441540825920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5000285441540825920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/08/nevoas-da-manha.html' title='Névoas da manhã'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TK4MdphvPUI/Tk2aswttTdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jTB4KCochLw/s72-c/N%25C3%25A9voa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-5814498138560249032</id><published>2011-08-07T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:19:21.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><title type='text'>Tristesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e4P1FpRwgBU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pungente &lt;em&gt;Tristeza &lt;/em&gt; de Chopin (Estudo em Mi Maior), cantada com a bela letra de Jean Loysel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre s'enfuit,&lt;br /&gt;Adieu beau rêve&lt;br /&gt;Où les baisers s'offraient comme des fleurs!&lt;br /&gt;La nuit fut brève...&lt;br /&gt;Hélas, pourquoi si tôt fermer nos coeurs&lt;br /&gt;À l'appel du bonheur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre s'enfuit,&lt;br /&gt;Ma lèvre hésite à murmurer,&lt;br /&gt;Après de doux aveux,&lt;br /&gt;Des mots d'adieu.&lt;br /&gt;Le soleil paraît trop vite!&lt;br /&gt;Faut-il donc que l'on se quitte?&lt;br /&gt;Que m'importe à moi l'envol du temps!&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais tant retarder l'aurore,&lt;br /&gt;Et t'aimer encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L'ombre s'enfuit.&lt;br /&gt;Le jour se lève;&lt;br /&gt;Un peu de nous, avec la nuit se meurt.&lt;br /&gt;L'espoir fait trêve.&lt;br /&gt;Nous ne retrouvons plus dans nos deux coeurs&lt;br /&gt;Que tristesse et que pleurs!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre s'enfuit,&lt;br /&gt;Tout n'est que songe&lt;br /&gt;Et tu n'est plus, malgré nos désirs,&lt;br /&gt;Qu'un souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;Si l'amour n'est que mensonge&lt;br /&gt;Au parfum triste qui ronge,&lt;br /&gt;S'il est vrai qu'à moi ta lèvre ment -&lt;br /&gt;Sache pourtant que toujours, quand même,&lt;br /&gt;Cher Amour, je t'aime éperdument.&lt;br /&gt;Éperdument...&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-5814498138560249032?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/5814498138560249032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/08/tristesse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5814498138560249032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5814498138560249032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/08/tristesse.html' title='Tristesse'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/e4P1FpRwgBU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-7640708730164926249</id><published>2011-04-25T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:47:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgCwwa164Dg/TbVi57_SR-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/IXOairjhVB4/s1600/normal_automne-quais-de-seine.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599490459200276450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgCwwa164Dg/TbVi57_SR-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/IXOairjhVB4/s400/normal_automne-quais-de-seine.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma bela vista "au bord de la Seine", mostrada-nos por um amigo que viveu em Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-7640708730164926249?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/7640708730164926249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/04/paris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/7640708730164926249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/7640708730164926249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2011/04/paris.html' title='Paris'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgCwwa164Dg/TbVi57_SR-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/IXOairjhVB4/s72-c/normal_automne-quais-de-seine.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-1388386756754106927</id><published>2010-05-01T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:07:01.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romeu e Julieta'/><title type='text'>Fotos de Romeu e Julieta de Zeffirelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A música tema é tão "visitada", que achamos uma boa ideia colocar também algumas fotos do filme "Romeu e Julieta" (1968), com Olivia Hussey e Leonard Whiting -- ainda mais porque não há muitas pela Internet. (Parece haver muito mais coisa do filme de 1996, com Claire Danes e Leonardo Di Caprio.) Esperamos que gostem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466442019716551522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9y0DfJ5U2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LzG-0pHNkBo/s320/rej1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Romeu vem ao longe, aparecendo em cena pela primeira vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...e logo mais vemos seu rosto de perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9y0D6XsstI/AAAAAAAAALY/oSD-e15w71o/s1600/rej2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466442027022201554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9y0D6XsstI/AAAAAAAAALY/oSD-e15w71o/s320/rej2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Julieta, na outra ala da casa, emoldurada pela janela... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9y1IDpgCQI/AAAAAAAAALo/SdKt_qnIFOU/s1600/rej3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466443197743892738" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9y1IDpgCQI/AAAAAAAAALo/SdKt_qnIFOU/s320/rej3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...e depois, a câmara aproxima-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9y1IZ_CTbI/AAAAAAAAALw/iBG1mlnzN0M/s1600/rej4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466443203739798962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9y1IZ_CTbI/AAAAAAAAALw/iBG1mlnzN0M/s320/rej4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Romeu vê Julieta pela primeira vez, no baile de máscaras em casa do pai dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9zJErOB8kI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vDdrjPs0KpE/s1600/rej5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466465129879171650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9zJErOB8kI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vDdrjPs0KpE/s320/rej5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De súbito, ela percebe o moço mascarado que olha-a com enorme admiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9zJFOdMiAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JZ_IwSc2Epg/s1600/rej7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466465139338020866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9zJFOdMiAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JZ_IwSc2Epg/s320/rej7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos dançam, e é então que Romeu e Julieta aproximam-se um do outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9zOr_nsK1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rpijzTdqz1o/s1600/rej10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466471302928542546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9zOr_nsK1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rpijzTdqz1o/s400/rej10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...e por enquanto, é só isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando puder, tento tirar mais umas "capturas de tela" dos dois tentando se encontrar enquanto é cantada a música. As que fiz não ficaram boas, e acabei tirando-as daqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para falar a verdade, estas fotos parecem ter ficado um pouco mais escuras do que as imagens do filme, e não lhe estão fazendo completa justiça -- ele é um espetáculo visual e tanto, com os cenários perfeitos e as coloridas roupagens Renascentistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para ouvir a música tema do filme, &lt;a href="http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/02/tema-de-romeu-e-julieta-romeo-and.html"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-1388386756754106927?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/1388386756754106927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2010/05/fotos-de-romeu-e-julieta.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1388386756754106927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1388386756754106927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2010/05/fotos-de-romeu-e-julieta.html' title='Fotos de Romeu e Julieta de Zeffirelli'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/S9y0DfJ5U2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LzG-0pHNkBo/s72-c/rej1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-1650880329533679066</id><published>2009-11-20T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:35:58.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgulho e Preconceito da BBC com legendas em português</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SwcWiosq-HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rSut1cFYJOo/s1600/not+a+love+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406314661977716850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SwcWiosq-HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rSut1cFYJOo/s320/not+a+love+letter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SwcVFT7_b1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/0ygThYvHskk/s1600/not+a+love+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sim, finalmente, o DVD do Pride and Prejudice de 1995 foi lançado aqui no Brasil, com legendas em português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será esta a boa nova que Lizzie está lendo com tanta atenção? Deve ser: agora, ela e Mr. Darcy estão acessíveis a todas as brasileiras -- em teoria. Na prática, só àquelas com certo poder aquisitivo, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nossos sinceros agradecimentos à editora Log On, que lançou o DVD. (Claro que não o lançaram só de boa vontade para conosco entusiastas de Jane Austen: decerto vão tirar um bom lucro disso, também. Mas de qualquer modo, não podemos deixar de sentir gratidão para com eles.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soubemos da notícia pelo blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janeausten.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jane Austen em Português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Obrigada, Raquel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-1650880329533679066?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/1650880329533679066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/11/orgulho-e-preconceito-da-bbc-com.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1650880329533679066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1650880329533679066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/11/orgulho-e-preconceito-da-bbc-com.html' title='Orgulho e Preconceito da BBC com legendas em português'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SwcWiosq-HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rSut1cFYJOo/s72-c/not+a+love+letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-1763823925208305639</id><published>2009-06-01T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:34:09.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norte e Sul'/><title type='text'>Tema de Norte e Sul - North &amp; South Theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-284f3d5f94731fcb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D284f3d5f94731fcb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2ADB707727B5233F6445AFC555191AB7FFEEED68.65A66172D65BEE49C90DC8724EA94E6A10C10E1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D284f3d5f94731fcb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHTv_eJixTwmbzaS6Zn_wpUdnlYE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D284f3d5f94731fcb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2ADB707727B5233F6445AFC555191AB7FFEEED68.65A66172D65BEE49C90DC8724EA94E6A10C10E1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D284f3d5f94731fcb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHTv_eJixTwmbzaS6Zn_wpUdnlYE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Correndo o risco de dar uma 'overdose' de &lt;em&gt;Norte e Sul&lt;/em&gt; a nossos visitantes, estamos publicando o tema principal da minissérie. (Está em formato de vídeo, mas é apenas um clip de áudio.) O compositor, Martin Phipps, foi muito feliz em sua obra; todas as resenhas e comentários sobre &lt;em&gt;North and South&lt;/em&gt; só elogiam a trilha sonora. Vejam se merece ou não tanto sucesso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Clique para ouvir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There is some risk our visitors will eventually have an overdose of &lt;em&gt;North and South&lt;/em&gt;, but even so we are publishing the main theme from the miniseries. (It is in video format, but it is only an audio clip.) The composer, Martin Phipps, was very fortunate in this work; all reviews and comments about &lt;em&gt;North and South&lt;/em&gt; praise the soundtrack. Judge for yourself whether it deserves this success...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Click to listen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Our heartfelt thanks to the chaps from &lt;/em&gt;OnlyPeriodDrama.com&lt;em&gt; for making available for download all the music in the BBC miniseries North and South (2004). Nosso cordiais agradecimentos aos camaradas de &lt;/em&gt;OnlyPeriodDrama.com&lt;em&gt; por disponibilizarem para download todas as músicas da minissérie da BBC 'Norte e Sul', de 2004.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-1763823925208305639?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=284f3d5f94731fcb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/1763823925208305639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/06/tema-de-norte-e-sul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1763823925208305639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1763823925208305639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/06/tema-de-norte-e-sul.html' title='Tema de Norte e Sul - North &amp; South Theme'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-1228057999534720663</id><published>2009-05-17T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:51:46.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norte e Sul'/><title type='text'>Adeus de 'Norte e Sul'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShA5Nsgx1TI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EgzwYGfnHHk/s1600-h/neve_fora3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336828465883764018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShA5Nsgx1TI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EgzwYGfnHHk/s200/neve_fora3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShA4twQtQuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-ijwWku30Kg/s1600-h/neve_fora1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336827917134283490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShA4twQtQuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-ijwWku30Kg/s320/neve_fora1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"E uma infinita tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;uma funda turbação&lt;br /&gt;entra em mim, fica em mim presa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai neve na natureza...&lt;br /&gt;- E cai no meu coração."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShA5F4uMDgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dyXTSbq8UgY/s1600-h/neve_fora7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336828331722280450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShA5F4uMDgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dyXTSbq8UgY/s320/neve_fora7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In English:&lt;em&gt;"And an infinite sadness, a deep commotion, enters me and in me stays. Snow falls outside in nature... - and it falls within my heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cena de &lt;em&gt;Norte e Sul&lt;/em&gt;: Margaret está indo embora de Milton, e Mr. Thornton olha-a pela janela enquanto ela entra no cabriolé. Ele sabe que não se encontrarão de novo; e todo o seu ser parece concentrar-se no desejo de ver o rosto dela ainda uma última vez. "Olhe para trás. Olhe para mim..." E a neve cai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-1228057999534720663?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/1228057999534720663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-back-look-back-at-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1228057999534720663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1228057999534720663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-back-look-back-at-me.html' title='Adeus de &apos;Norte e Sul&apos;'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShA5Nsgx1TI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EgzwYGfnHHk/s72-c/neve_fora3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-9070641558536501362</id><published>2009-04-29T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:45:27.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boas maneiras'/><title type='text'>Dicas de boas maneiras à mesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SfjIA7dm2aI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yz7RUAvPY0M/s1600-h/over+tea.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330230077280410018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SfjIA7dm2aI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yz7RUAvPY0M/s200/over+tea.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vendo que um dos assuntos mais procurados nestas páginas continua a ser dicas de boas maneiras, estamos afinal fazendo mais uma publicação relativa ao assunto. Esperamos que seja útil a nossos caros leitores. Desta vez, tratam-se de dicas de boas maneiras durante a refeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Não devemos segurar o prato, ou erguê-lo para que fique mais perto da boca;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. É importante - e elegante - saber segurar os talheres do modo correto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Devemos sentar-nos eretos, e não recostados para trás, ou inclinados ou apoiados sobre a mesa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. Não devemos tirar a comida da travessa e levá-la diretamente à boca;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. Se estamos cortanto o alimento, cuidemos de não abrir demais os braços para os lados; mantenhamo-los junto ao corpo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Dicas adaptadas do livro de M.C. Nickol, 'Mil Regras Ilustradas de Boas Maneiras'; foto emprestada do blog 'Lights, Camera... History!')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-9070641558536501362?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/9070641558536501362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ainda-mais-dicas-de-boas-maneiras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/9070641558536501362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/9070641558536501362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ainda-mais-dicas-de-boas-maneiras.html' title='Dicas de boas maneiras à mesa'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SfjIA7dm2aI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yz7RUAvPY0M/s72-c/over+tea.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-689644524222959325</id><published>2009-03-12T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:49:11.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norte e Sul'/><title type='text'>Um verso de William Wordsworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShAl524aTBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eAI893vi6V0/s1600-h/meanest_flower4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336807234348928018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShAl524aTBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eAI893vi6V0/s400/meanest_flower4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A mais humilde florinha pode trazer pensamentos que não raro são profundos demais para lágrimas."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wordsworth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Na foto Richard Armitage como Mr. Thornton, na minissérie &lt;em&gt;North &amp;amp; South.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-689644524222959325?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/689644524222959325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-verso-de-william-wordsworth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/689644524222959325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/689644524222959325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-verso-de-william-wordsworth.html' title='Um verso de William Wordsworth'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShAl524aTBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eAI893vi6V0/s72-c/meanest_flower4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-5437489606596159981</id><published>2009-02-13T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:53:39.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romeu e Julieta'/><title type='text'>Tema de 'Romeu e Julieta' de Nino Rota</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee1e02aeff0e8f2c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee1e02aeff0e8f2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5492A87D4A29D23E14128443BDA310B1D92130A7.35B9FB8D80EF75D0EC9B715A86043FEE1FCC2907%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee1e02aeff0e8f2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNAD8t5SWV6q-hSe4sKCGNiHXLlY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee1e02aeff0e8f2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5492A87D4A29D23E14128443BDA310B1D92130A7.35B9FB8D80EF75D0EC9B715A86043FEE1FCC2907%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee1e02aeff0e8f2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNAD8t5SWV6q-hSe4sKCGNiHXLlY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Clique para ouvir)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eis aqui o tema musical do clássico filme &lt;em&gt;Romeu e Julieta&lt;/em&gt; (1968), estrelando Leonard Whiting e Olivia Hussey. O nome da música é &lt;em&gt;What is a Youth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;É uma melodia belíssima, e muito famosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Pusemos a música em formato de vídeo porque facilita o carregar para o blog; mas não é um clip de vídeo do filme, é só um clip de áudio dele. Se tiver o Real Player, você consegue baixar a música.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Para ver algumas fotos do filme, &lt;a href="http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2010/05/fotos-de-romeu-e-julieta.html"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Click to listen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the theme from the classic film &lt;em&gt;Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet &lt;/em&gt;(1968), starring Leonard Whiting and Olivia Hussey. It is called &lt;em&gt;What is a Youth? &lt;/em&gt;It is an extremely beautiful melody, and a very famous one&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(We put the song in video format because that makes uploading easier; but this is not a video clip from the film, it is only an audio clip from it. If you have Real Player, you can download the music.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To see a few photos from the film, &lt;a href="http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2010/05/fotos-de-romeu-e-julieta.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-5437489606596159981?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ee1e02aeff0e8f2c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/5437489606596159981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/02/tema-de-romeu-e-julieta-romeo-and.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5437489606596159981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5437489606596159981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2009/02/tema-de-romeu-e-julieta-romeo-and.html' title='Tema de &apos;Romeu e Julieta&apos; de Nino Rota'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-6116351715597829946</id><published>2008-12-15T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:03:06.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norte e Sul'/><title type='text'>Mientras...  ¡habrá poesía!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SUZCdywb0pI/AAAAAAAAAGY/X2AnmarT3dE/s1600-h/Nah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279980692747047570" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SUZCdywb0pI/AAAAAAAAAGY/X2AnmarT3dE/s320/Nah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mientras haya unos ojos que reflejen&lt;br /&gt;los ojos que los miran,&lt;br /&gt;mientras responda el labio suspirando&lt;br /&gt;al labio que suspira,&lt;br /&gt;mientras sentirse puedan en un beso&lt;br /&gt;dos almas confundidas,&lt;br /&gt;mientras exista una mujer hermosa,&lt;br /&gt;¡habrá poesía!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Última estrofe da Rima IV de Bécquer&lt;/span&gt;; a foto é da minissérie &lt;/em&gt;North &amp;amp; South&lt;em&gt; (2004), da BBC.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-6116351715597829946?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/6116351715597829946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/12/mientras-habr-poesa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/6116351715597829946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/6116351715597829946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/12/mientras-habr-poesa.html' title='Mientras...  ¡habrá poesía!'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SUZCdywb0pI/AAAAAAAAAGY/X2AnmarT3dE/s72-c/Nah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-7332637571809423199</id><published>2008-11-20T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:03:20.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SSVbdbMjH5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/qa57362yYoM/s1600-h/partir.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270719499981758354" style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SSVbdbMjH5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/qa57362yYoM/s320/partir.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rondel de l’adieu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Partir, c’est mourir un peu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C’est mourir à ce qu’on aime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On laisse un peu de soi-même&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En toute heure et dans tout lieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C’est toujours le deuil d’un voeu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Le dernier vers d’un poème:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Partir, c’est mourir un peu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Et l’on part, et c’est un jeu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Et jusqu’à l’adieu suprême&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C’est son âme que l’on sème,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que l’on sème à chaque adieu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Partir, c’est mourir un peu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: rightfont-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edmond Haracourt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-7332637571809423199?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/7332637571809423199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/11/rondel-do-adeus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/7332637571809423199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/7332637571809423199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/11/rondel-do-adeus.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SSVbdbMjH5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/qa57362yYoM/s72-c/partir.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-1924214694803669596</id><published>2008-11-13T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:11:16.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho e Preconceito'/><title type='text'>Uma comparação de fotos dos dois Darcys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Qual dos dois Mr. Darcys é o melhor: o de 1995 ou o de 2005? Difícil escolha: são ambos tão bons, e tão diferentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A interpretação do filme de 2005 acentuou o romance e amenizou o drama muito mais do que a minissérie de 1995 o fêz; e essa diferença é clara no modo como Mr. Darcy é representado em cada uma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Mr. Darcy de 1995 (Colin Firth) é muito próximo do livro: um homem realmente orgulhoso, arrogante sem consideração pelos sentimentos dos outros. Já o de 2005 (Matthew Macfadyen) é antes um moço reservado, tímido e talvez melancólico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por diversão, façamos uma comparação fotográfica dos dois Darcys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Which one is the best: the 1995 or the 2005 Mr. Darcy? Hard choice! They are both so good, and so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The interpretation of the 2005 film emphasized the romance in the story, and softened the drama in it, on a much larger scale than de 1995 miniseries did; and this difference is quite visible in the way Mr. Darcy is portrayed in each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1995 Mr. Darcy is very close to the character in the book: a man really proud, arrogant, and unmindful of other people’s feelings. 2005 Mr. Darcy is rather a young man who is reserved, shy, and maybe melancholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just for fun, let us make a photograph comparison between the two Darcys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRx4qm2UfGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QWuYDUQMJVY/s1600-h/CpDarcycavalo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268218337494858850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRx4qm2UfGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QWuYDUQMJVY/s320/CpDarcycavalo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É interessante que a própria postura a cavalo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Interesting that the very bearing on horseback...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRx45sBQyKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/47ejK243yGI/s1600-h/CpDarcycavalo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268218596580968610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRx45sBQyKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/47ejK243yGI/s320/CpDarcycavalo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...já denota uma diferença nas personalidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...denotes a difference between their personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwnnNkxnSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WFwMF4GsfRQ/s1600-h/CpDarcyempÃ©1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268129218728926498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwnnNkxnSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WFwMF4GsfRQ/s320/CpDarcyemp%C3%A91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E do mesmo modo, a postura sem estar a cavalo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the same for their bearing on the ground...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwn5kfoJTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Dm_27MhZqAE/s1600-h/CpDarcyempÃ©2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268129534118995250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwn5kfoJTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Dm_27MhZqAE/s320/CpDarcyemp%C3%A92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...ainda que obviamente as ocasiões distintas possam ser responsáveis por parte da diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...though their being at distinct occasions may account for part of the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwun9bLDuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sW8nx_sn1wU/s1600-h/CpDarcyfixo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268136928154947298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwun9bLDuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sW8nx_sn1wU/s320/CpDarcyfixo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olhando para ela, em Hunsford...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking at her, at Hunsford...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwpkR7UwcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aAdsgGZJhio/s1600-h/CpDarcyfixo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268131367380894146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwpkR7UwcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aAdsgGZJhio/s320/CpDarcyfixo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...e na festa em Netherfield -- acho que também olhando para Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...and at the Netherfield ball -- looking at Elizabeth too, as I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwp4IetmQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qaFVn7YeiY0/s1600-h/CpDarcyolhar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268131708442351874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwp4IetmQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qaFVn7YeiY0/s320/CpDarcyolhar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por fim, o momento conhecido como "o olhar" (the look)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the moment known as "the look"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwqPYPHP5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/WnvIaEnKmCg/s1600-h/CpDarcyolhar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268132107808882578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRwqPYPHP5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/WnvIaEnKmCg/s320/CpDarcyolhar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... e o outro Mr. Darcy numa posição parecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...and the other Mr. Darcy in a similar attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fotos emprestadas do site &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Eras of Elegance&lt;/span&gt; e do blog &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pride and Prejudice 05&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-1924214694803669596?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/1924214694803669596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1924214694803669596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1924214694803669596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Uma comparação de fotos dos dois Darcys'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRx4qm2UfGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QWuYDUQMJVY/s72-c/CpDarcycavalo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-1687735072947227859</id><published>2008-11-07T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:30:39.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><title type='text'>Valsa dos Patinadores</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-70c2814d88eca782" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70c2814d88eca782%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D359C085665177293565D882B648431AC97CE3CB5.5EBF00E7EF5D296E472F8FEAD796E3E26DC0BEF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70c2814d88eca782%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Xr9MEcnck6jNrmcXCPXnY-IYDM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70c2814d88eca782%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D359C085665177293565D882B648431AC97CE3CB5.5EBF00E7EF5D296E472F8FEAD796E3E26DC0BEF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70c2814d88eca782%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Xr9MEcnck6jNrmcXCPXnY-IYDM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A imagem foi tomada do site &lt;em&gt;Lovely Victoriana&lt;/em&gt;; a música é a valsa &lt;em&gt;Os Patinadores&lt;/em&gt; de Émile Waldteufel, na gravação do álbum &lt;em&gt;As 150 mais Belas Melodias&lt;/em&gt;, do Reader's Digest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-1687735072947227859?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=70c2814d88eca782&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/1687735072947227859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/11/valsa-dos-patinadores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1687735072947227859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/1687735072947227859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/11/valsa-dos-patinadores.html' title='Valsa dos Patinadores'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-4448001693674214764</id><published>2008-11-05T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:03:34.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Balada da Neve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRInz7hLnLI/AAAAAAAAADU/UyIgQRfEZPI/s1600-h/bosque+nevado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265314687453207730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRInz7hLnLI/AAAAAAAAADU/UyIgQRfEZPI/s320/bosque+nevado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Batem leve, levemente,&lt;br /&gt;como quem chama por mim…&lt;br /&gt;Será chuva? Será gente?&lt;br /&gt;Gente não é, certamente&lt;br /&gt;e chuva não bate assim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É talvez a ventania.&lt;br /&gt;Mas há pouco, há poucochinho,&lt;br /&gt;nem uma agulha bolia&lt;br /&gt;na quieta melancolia&lt;br /&gt;dos pinheiros do caminho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem bate assim levemente&lt;br /&gt;com tão estranha leveza&lt;br /&gt;que mal se ouve, mal se sente?&lt;br /&gt;Não é chuva, nem é gente,&lt;br /&gt;nem é vento com certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ver. E neve caía&lt;br /&gt;do azul cinzento do céu&lt;br /&gt;branca e leve, branca e fria…&lt;br /&gt;Há quanto tempo a não via!&lt;br /&gt;E que saudades, meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho-a através da vidraça,&lt;br /&gt;pôs tudo da cor do linho.&lt;br /&gt;Passa gente e quando passa&lt;br /&gt;os passos imprime e traça&lt;br /&gt;na brancura do caminho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico olhando esses sinais&lt;br /&gt;da pobre gente que avança&lt;br /&gt;e noto, por entre os mais,&lt;br /&gt;os traços miniaturais&lt;br /&gt;duns pèzitos de criança…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E descalcinhos, doridos…&lt;br /&gt;A neve deixa inda vê-los&lt;br /&gt;primeiro bem definidos,&lt;br /&gt;depois em sulcos compridos,&lt;br /&gt;porque não podia erguê-los!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que quem já é pecador&lt;br /&gt;sofra tormentos, enfim!&lt;br /&gt;Mas as crianças, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;por que lhes dais tanta dor?...&lt;br /&gt;por que padecem assim?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma infinita tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;uma funda turbação&lt;br /&gt;entra em mim, fica em mim presa.&lt;br /&gt;Cai neve na natureza…&lt;br /&gt;– E cai no meu coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Augusto Gil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(poeta português, 1873 - 1929)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-4448001693674214764?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/4448001693674214764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/11/balada-da-neve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/4448001693674214764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/4448001693674214764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/11/balada-da-neve.html' title='Balada da Neve'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SRInz7hLnLI/AAAAAAAAADU/UyIgQRfEZPI/s72-c/bosque+nevado.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-9004187522221265089</id><published>2008-10-31T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:02:23.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norte e Sul'/><title type='text'>Trailer de Norte e Sul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6ca1234271b21a7f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ca1234271b21a7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75F65AA0EBF4126D6EF5EB17289DC939A8BF4E3C.8430C09AF2F69D73C4C79147CFDBD93463007246%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ca1234271b21a7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_5oQS8HXXYHGRAmu3h0SCkKWnlU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ca1234271b21a7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75F65AA0EBF4126D6EF5EB17289DC939A8BF4E3C.8430C09AF2F69D73C4C79147CFDBD93463007246%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ca1234271b21a7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_5oQS8HXXYHGRAmu3h0SCkKWnlU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eis um trailer não-oficial da minissérie &lt;em&gt;North &amp;amp; South (&lt;/em&gt;2004) da BBC. Não é um trailer perfeito, como o que gostaríamos de ter para um filme tão bom; mas é bastante razoável, e foi o melhor que achamos no YouTube. (E olhem que há uns dez!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um parêntese: a violenta cena em que Mr. Thornton bate em um seu empregado NÃO EXISTE no livro, e está em total discordância com o personagem tanto do romance como do filme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-9004187522221265089?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6ca1234271b21a7f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/9004187522221265089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/10/trailer-de-norte-e-sul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/9004187522221265089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/9004187522221265089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/10/trailer-de-norte-e-sul.html' title='Trailer de Norte e Sul'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-7013505322238207455</id><published>2008-10-30T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:11:31.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade genial</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SQma7Re4j3I/AAAAAAAAACk/7ejPk1NK_0o/s1600-h/Lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262907982655033202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SQma7Re4j3I/AAAAAAAAACk/7ejPk1NK_0o/s200/Lewis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You do not have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Você não tem uma alma. Você é uma alma. Você tem um corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;C. S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Faz-se necessário algum comentário a essa constatação iluminadora sobre a nossa verdadeira natureza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-7013505322238207455?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/7013505322238207455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/10/verdade-genial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/7013505322238207455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/7013505322238207455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/10/verdade-genial.html' title='Verdade genial'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SQma7Re4j3I/AAAAAAAAACk/7ejPk1NK_0o/s72-c/Lewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-7817855325109379100</id><published>2008-10-09T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:03:50.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Soneto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SO4YWshfytI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vx0VMorV5g4/s1600-h/CW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255164593375791826" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SO4YWshfytI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vx0VMorV5g4/s200/CW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Voltei. Vi-te de novo. E o encanto, a que não tento&lt;br /&gt;fugir agora, aviva o que findara aqui;&lt;br /&gt;dói-me, outra vez, o mesmo estranho sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;da hora em que te deixei, do instante em que parti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis esquecer-te. Olhando o mar, ouvindo o vento,&lt;br /&gt;sonhei. Vivi com ânsia! Em vão. Não te esqueci.&lt;br /&gt;E é com tédio que lembro o túrbido lamento&lt;br /&gt;das ondas que sulquei e das canções que ouvi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que valeu então? Sob o amplo firmamento,&lt;br /&gt;fora melhor vogar sem rumo, ao ritmo lento&lt;br /&gt;da água que, à noite, geme e, à luz do sol, sorri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E olvidar para sempre o antigo desalento!&lt;br /&gt;E este anseio de enfermo! E este letal tormento!&lt;br /&gt;E o desejo da morte! E a saudade de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eduardo Guimaraens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na foto, Ciaran Hinds como Captain Wentworth, no filme inglês &lt;/em&gt;Persuasão&lt;em&gt; (Sony Pictures, 1995), baseado no romance de Jane Austen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-7817855325109379100?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/7817855325109379100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/10/soneto-voltei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/7817855325109379100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/7817855325109379100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/10/soneto-voltei.html' title='Soneto'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SO4YWshfytI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vx0VMorV5g4/s72-c/CW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-421112073241834295</id><published>2008-10-05T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:48:15.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boas maneiras'/><title type='text'>Mais dicas de boas maneiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SOlUAOac8KI/AAAAAAAAACE/gldCKL7CEtM/s1600-h/nshandshake2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253822803150172322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SOlUAOac8KI/AAAAAAAAACE/gldCKL7CEtM/s320/nshandshake2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vimos que alguns de nossos visitantes estavam à busca de dicas de boas maneiras, e achamos que talvez valesse a pena fazer mais uma publicação sobre o assunto. Esperamos que seja útil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Numa conversação, é tão importante falar como escutar! (É tão fácil esquecermos disso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Tentemos evitar os cacoetes, bocejos, apontar com o dedo e interromper freqüentemente a pessoa que fala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Dá mostras de cortesia a pessoa que se interessa vivamente por uma conversação que gire em torno de assuntos pessoais daquela com quem está falando. (Todos gostamos da atitude generosa dos outros que se interessam por nós, não?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui, uma frase dum filósofo americano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A vida não é tão curta que não haja sempre tempo para a cortesia.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Emerson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(As dicas foram adaptadas do livro "Mil Regras Ilustradas de Boas Maneiras", de M. C. Nickol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-421112073241834295?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/421112073241834295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/10/mais-dicas-de-boas-maneiras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/421112073241834295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/421112073241834295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/10/mais-dicas-de-boas-maneiras.html' title='Mais dicas de boas maneiras'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SOlUAOac8KI/AAAAAAAAACE/gldCKL7CEtM/s72-c/nshandshake2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-2334527778510301304</id><published>2008-09-27T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:06:59.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho e Preconceito'/><title type='text'>Um ano de "Pride &amp; Prejudice"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SN5Fu0OJiII/AAAAAAAAAB8/XdeMmJps7uA/s1600-h/married_couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250710886154864770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SN5Fu0OJiII/AAAAAAAAAB8/XdeMmJps7uA/s400/married_couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Com esta "postagem comemorativa", gostaríamos de celebrar um ano que chegou dos EUA nosso exemplar do &lt;em&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; da BBC. Data memorável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gostamos muito dessa foto; vê-se nos olhos e na expressão de Elizabeth seu amor por Mr. Darcy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wer wirklich liebt, hat göttliches gefunden."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quem realmente ama, encontrou algo divino."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whoever truly loves, has found something divine."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;(F. Schuon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-2334527778510301304?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/2334527778510301304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-ano-de-pride-prejudice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/2334527778510301304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/2334527778510301304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-ano-de-pride-prejudice.html' title='Um ano de &quot;Pride &amp; Prejudice&quot;'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SN5Fu0OJiII/AAAAAAAAAB8/XdeMmJps7uA/s72-c/married_couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-6844277455002890330</id><published>2008-09-21T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:07:11.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho e Preconceito'/><title type='text'>Trailer da minissérie "Orgulho e Preconceito"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e1f91990fa1d7ab2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1f91990fa1d7ab2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D239F08B9D62A69712689F4DFCE5316A9B28F646.457F3CA6D2D27CE76F6273094F0774A83B861A25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1f91990fa1d7ab2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz2Z6Ckop6aItw8nI_qYYIIK-luc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1f91990fa1d7ab2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D239F08B9D62A69712689F4DFCE5316A9B28F646.457F3CA6D2D27CE76F6273094F0774A83B861A25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1f91990fa1d7ab2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz2Z6Ckop6aItw8nI_qYYIIK-luc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um trailer do &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; de 1995! Já era hora, não? Era de espantar que uma série tão famosa não tivesse sequer &lt;em&gt;um&lt;/em&gt; trailer não oficial... Bem, agora há &lt;em&gt;dois&lt;/em&gt; trailers do &lt;em&gt;Orgulho e Preconceito&lt;/em&gt; da BBC disponíveis no YouTube, desde semana passada. Agradecemos às almas caridosas que os fizeram e disponibilizaram.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não que este trailer seja lá muito maravilhoso (a música não combina muito, na minha humilde opinião que ninguém pediu) mas é razoável, e de longe melhor que nada. Só faltava ele ter legendas em português. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A BBC &lt;em&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; trailer! And none too soon, eh? It was quite surprising that such a famous series did not have even &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; unnofficial trailer... Well, now there are &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; trailers of the 1995 &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;, available at YouTube since last week. Our heartfelt thanks to the charitable souls who made them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not that this trailer is that wonderful (the music is not quite suitable, in my humble opinion which nobody asked), but it is fairly good, and far better than nothing. I only wish it had Portuguese subtitles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-6844277455002890330?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e1f91990fa1d7ab2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/6844277455002890330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/trailer-do-orgulho-e-preconceito-da-bbc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/6844277455002890330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/6844277455002890330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/trailer-do-orgulho-e-preconceito-da-bbc.html' title='Trailer da minissérie &quot;Orgulho e Preconceito&quot;'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-8288573388285960080</id><published>2008-09-15T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:04:05.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norte e Sul'/><title type='text'>Tão perto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNaKM1X_xDI/AAAAAAAAABs/uPn3A1AeYCE/s1600-h/Nah2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248534368837682226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNaKM1X_xDI/AAAAAAAAABs/uPn3A1AeYCE/s400/Nah2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNaJXwTWRnI/AAAAAAAAABc/zuaTDmAnKcc/s1600-h/Nah7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;So nah, dass ich könnte mein Bild in ihrem Augen sehen.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Esta é para os que gostam da "cena da estação", do &lt;em&gt;Norte e Sul&lt;/em&gt;. A legenda é de um poema de Walther von der Vogelweide, poeta medieval alemão. Ele diz que desejaria ter permissão de estar perto de sua amada, "tão perto, que eu pudesse ver minha imagem nos seus olhos." Achei que este verso combinava perfeitamente com a imagem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for those who love &lt;em&gt;North &amp;amp; South&lt;/em&gt;'s "train station scene". The line is from a poem by Walther von der Vogelweide, a German poet of the Middle Ages. In it he says that he longs to be allowed to be near his beloved, "so near, that I could see my image in her eyes." I thought this line suited the image perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-8288573388285960080?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/8288573388285960080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-perto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/8288573388285960080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/8288573388285960080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-perto.html' title='Tão perto...'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNaKM1X_xDI/AAAAAAAAABs/uPn3A1AeYCE/s72-c/Nah2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-5350515773298129195</id><published>2008-08-26T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:01:20.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norte e Sul'/><title type='text'>Mais sobre "North &amp; South"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNaImVG_AII/AAAAAAAAABM/RJ4F0Dy3qBw/s1600-h/northsouthus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248532607829737602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNaImVG_AII/AAAAAAAAABM/RJ4F0Dy3qBw/s320/northsouthus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vários de nossos visitantes estavam à busca de informações sobre Norte e Sul; por isso pomos aqui um link para um site americano que tem diversas fotos de Margaret e Mr. Thornton, bem como -- para os que lêem inglês -- uma boa resenha da minissérie. Na página para onde este link os enviará há algumas fotos; e nela, é só clicar ali onde está 'North and South photo album' para ter acesso à galeria completa de fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jrinla.com/BBC-Masterpiece-reviews/north-and-south.html" target="_blank"&gt;Fotos de Norte e Sul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois avisos: primeiro, talvez alguns se decepcionem com as fotos de Margaret -- nossa opinião é que Daniela Denby-Ashe sofre de "afotogenia" aguda --, mas podemos dizer que no filme ela é linda, e perfeitamente encantadora.&lt;br /&gt;O segundo aviso é: cuidado, muito cuidado! Quem clica neste link o faz exclusivamente por conta e risco próprios! Pois quanto a nós, foi depois de ver todas as fotos nesse site que nosso estado de interesse na história ficou realmente grave e irremediável; e compramos o filme! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-5350515773298129195?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/5350515773298129195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/08/mais-sobre-north-south.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5350515773298129195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/5350515773298129195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/08/mais-sobre-north-south.html' title='Mais sobre &quot;North &amp; South&quot;'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNaImVG_AII/AAAAAAAAABM/RJ4F0Dy3qBw/s72-c/northsouthus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-3831741246043770120</id><published>2008-08-26T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:58:54.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Cavaleiro e o Leão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNaIFSs5UgI/AAAAAAAAABE/ELCORT5MVjM/s1600-h/covernarnia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248532040247759362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNaIFSs5UgI/AAAAAAAAABE/ELCORT5MVjM/s320/covernarnia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um conto simples e comovente sobre coragem, gratidão e lealdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Entre os nobres cavaleiros de Provença que partiram para as Cruzadas contra os infiéis que se haviam apoderado da Terra Santa, havia um senhor chamado Godofredo de la Tour, de grande valor, de imensa coragem, guerreiro heróico e desassombrado como jamais a outro se conheceu. Nos combates, era sempre o primeiro a lançar-se contra o inimigo, sem ter o cuidado de proteger o corpo contra as lanças, os dardos e as pedras. Cavalgando um soberbo animal, arremetia contra a mourama, tendo por escudo unicamente o nome do Senhor nos lábios. Assim, sua reputação cresceu, e cresceu tanto, que em todos os exércitos cristãos era admirado e decantado por todos os soldados.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um dia, cavalgava num campo, junto a outros cavaleiros, seguido de numerosos homens de armas, quando se ouviram os rugidos, terríveis, de um leão. Todos tremeram, temerosos de cair nas garras da fera. Godofredo de la Tour porém, sereno, desmontou, desembainhou a longa espada de punho cravejado de pedras preciosas, e dirigiu-se para a floresta onde o campo, numa baixada, terminava.&lt;br /&gt;Disposto a medir forças com o felino, avançou, impávido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao entrar na mata, deparou-se-lhe um espetáculo terrível. Não eram rugidos de cólera os que o rei das selvas lançava, mas sim de dor. No lugar onde dormia, insinuara-se tremenda serpente e o aprisionara entre os anéis que despedaçavam.&lt;br /&gt;A serpente, os olhinhos a brilhar, de língua bipartida de fora, enrodilhara-se de tal forma no leão apanhado de surpresa, que o pobre, por mais que fizesse, não conseguia articular um único movimento que fosse, muito menos causar à serpente o menor dano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Calmamente, monstruosamente, o réptil temível ia apertando a fulva fera, intentando asfixiá-la e engoli-la depois. O felino não só sofria pela dor que o arrocho lhe causava, mas também, e talvez mais, por morrer de maneira tão ignominiosa. O olhar que lançou ao cavaleiro que, inopinadamente, surgira foi o de um ser que vê a vida que se esvai, desesperançado de tudo, mas que, num átimo, encontra a sua tábua de salvação.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Godofredo de la Tour avançou. A espada, levantada, lampejou e desceu certeira sobre a cabeça da serpente. Os anéis relaxaram-se, o abraço relaxou-se. O leão moveu-se, respirou, livre. Com um salto para trás, o valente De la Tour ficou em guarda, pronto para enfrentar a fera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O leão, a princípio com dificuldade, depois com mais desembaraço, desvencilhou-se do corpo enrodilhado a inimiga atroz. Sacudiu-se. Sacudiu-se como se quisesse despojar os invisíveis anéis viscosos que o incomodavam. Enfitou os olhos nos olhos do salvador e, reconhecido, avançou para Godofredo de la Tour, esfregando carinhosamente, nas pernas do cavaleiro, a vasta cabeça de jubas de ouro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A partir daquele momento, a fera considerou-se cativa de De la Tour, seguindo-o a todas as partes como um canzarrão fiel. Grande foi a surpresa de todos, ao verem Godofredo seguido do leão. Muitos fugiam, e os homens de armas do cavaleiro ficaram apavorados. Logo, porém, reconheceram que o felino era o melhor servidor do amo.&lt;br /&gt;Era de ver-se, nas batalhas contra o turco, a sanha da fera. Lançava-se contra o inimigo, a rugir, em saltos descomunais, as garras à mostra, terrível como jamais, fazendo fugir atabalhoadamente, aos que não conseguia destroçar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terminada a Cruzada, os cavaleiros retornaram à Provença. Voltaram alegres, entoando canções ao país do sol e de alegres moças. Godofredo, contudo, era o único entristecido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;À hora de embarcar, o capitão do barco, terminantemente, não quis admitir a fera. Por mais que De la Tour argumentasse, por mais que rogasse, não conseguiu vencer a fortaleza do comandante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E o leão teve de ficar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vendo o navio afastar-se, soltando baixos e graves rugidos, atirou-se ao mar. Nadou, nadou, até que as forças o abandonassem, e pereceu afogado, enquanto, também afogado em quentes lágrimas, Godofredo de la Tour chorava. Chorava, numa sentida homenagem à fera de coração de ouro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Enciclopédia Universal da Fábula, vol. XXV, "Godofredo de la Tour")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-3831741246043770120?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/3831741246043770120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-cavaleiro-e-o-leo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/3831741246043770120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/3831741246043770120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-cavaleiro-e-o-leo.html' title='O Cavaleiro e o Leão'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNaIFSs5UgI/AAAAAAAAABE/ELCORT5MVjM/s72-c/covernarnia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-3436088144062472282</id><published>2008-08-20T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:20:24.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Lembre-se de que todos os mundos chegam a um fim; e que uma morte nobre é um tesouro que ninguém é pobre demais para comprar." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;C. S. Lewis&lt;em&gt;, A Última Batalha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-3436088144062472282?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/3436088144062472282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/08/lembre-se-de-que-todos-os-mundos-chegam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/3436088144062472282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/3436088144062472282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/08/lembre-se-de-que-todos-os-mundos-chegam.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-2669021846781345636</id><published>2008-08-12T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:07:20.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho e Preconceito'/><title type='text'>Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU-ZF_oBDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XYX3XZ2SGi8/s1600-h/lizzie_2_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU-ZF_oBDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XYX3XZ2SGi8/s320/lizzie_2_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248169541596873778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou pondo esta foto aqui por dois motivos: primeiro, porque não gosto de deixar a primeira imagem do vídeo como estava, logo na entrada (ainda mais que Mr. Darcy não está particularmente bem nela); e segundo, Elizabeth está tão linda na foto que não faz mal algum vê-la!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-2669021846781345636?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/2669021846781345636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/dearest-loveliest-elizabeth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/2669021846781345636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/2669021846781345636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/dearest-loveliest-elizabeth.html' title='Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth...'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU-ZF_oBDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XYX3XZ2SGi8/s72-c/lizzie_2_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-7826379630731876591</id><published>2008-08-12T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:07:31.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho e Preconceito'/><title type='text'>Clip de Orgulho e Preconceito</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-45cc487e83b7bb91" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45cc487e83b7bb91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65F837E899CB505FFFD4EF4CDC5773E1096841E.29757545C7B0A31FF44807D88737FC341387D004%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45cc487e83b7bb91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw7akIgdv8YuuTjNjJdbfYXyGs4M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45cc487e83b7bb91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65F837E899CB505FFFD4EF4CDC5773E1096841E.29757545C7B0A31FF44807D88737FC341387D004%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45cc487e83b7bb91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw7akIgdv8YuuTjNjJdbfYXyGs4M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Para as que gostam da série, aqui está uma linda cena. Elizabeth, em Pemberley, toca e canta; e Mr. Darcy contempla-a enlevado. Eis o que nossa encantadora pianista está cantando:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Dizei, vós que experimentais&lt;br /&gt;O fugaz feitiço do amor;&lt;br /&gt;O que é esta tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Que nada pode dissipar?"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;E digamos nós, é de espantar que ela cante isto tão bem, ou que ele a olhe assim?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-7826379630731876591?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=45cc487e83b7bb91&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/7826379630731876591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/clip-de-orgulho-e-preconceito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/7826379630731876591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/7826379630731876591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/clip-de-orgulho-e-preconceito.html' title='Clip de Orgulho e Preconceito'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-2174296880824084983</id><published>2008-08-05T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:57:18.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norte e Sul'/><title type='text'>North &amp; South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU7hSJjVYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DDbhWbwJehg/s1600-h/chat-on-street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248166383763805570" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU7hSJjVYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DDbhWbwJehg/s320/chat-on-street.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Excelente produção da BBC, Norte e Sul (2004) continua sempre a conquistar novas adeptas por todo o mundo – pelo menos a julgar pelos fóruns Internet afora, e pelas resenhas dos usuários da Amazon.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parece mesmo haver muitas que consideram o herói desta minissérie como o mais perfeito tipo do herói quieto, reservado e taciturno, sustentando que ele consegue – quem diria! – superar o personagem romântico por excelência, o idolatrado Mr. Darcy de Colin Firth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas, vamos à história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baseado no romance de mesmo nome da autora inglesa Elizabeth Gaskell, e passado no século XIX, North and South conta a história de Margaret Hale (representada por Daniela Denby-Ashe), uma jovem de classe média do sul da Inglaterra. Seu pai é um pastor anglicano que, “por uma questão de consciência”, muda com a esposa e a filha para um novo lar no norte, na cidade industrial de Milton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShR8flbccdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QDl3k9UO_nQ/s1600-h/encontro_inesperado.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338028340405891538" style="width: 320px; height: 179px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShR8flbccdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QDl3k9UO_nQ/s320/encontro_inesperado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Margaret é lindíssima - principalmente quando tem razões para estar feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para Margaret, é um choque a mudança do ambiente campestre do sul, onde a vida é mais fácil, para uma cidade de fábricas, onde os homens sofrem a escravidão às máquinas que a Revolução Industrial lhes impôs. O novo ambiente lhe é hostil, e ela sente-se solitária. Sendo uma jovem franca e compassiva, Margaret se interessa pelos trabalhadores, procurando auxiliá-los, e experimenta desde o começo uma antipatia pelos proprietários das fábricas; em especial por um Mr. Thornton (Richard Armitage, no papel que o tornou conhecido), que recebe aulas de Filosofia do pai dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este por sua vez, um homem severo e duro com seus empregados, não aprova a intimidade de Margaret com os trabalhadores das fábricas. Contudo, admira sua inteligência, generosidade e cortesia (e sua beleza também, é óbvio!), e acaba enamorando-se profundamente dela. Aos poucos, conforme conhece a cidade e as pessoas, Margaret começa a compreender melhor Mr. Thornton, e mesmo a apreciar suas qualidades – à primeira vista não aparentes –; mas os trabalhadores entram em greve, a situação torna-se cada vez mais delicada; e as circunstâncias parecem conspirar contra as esperanças de Mr. Thornton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShSBcwY-Y8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/t1Wy7pen7Xw/s1600-h/Thornton3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338033789366854594" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 300px; height: 258px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/ShSBcwY-Y8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/t1Wy7pen7Xw/s320/Thornton3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isto dito, não podemos continuar, para não estragar o prazer das que ainda não viram o filme. Só vamos adiantar que são quatro horas que vão entre o começo e o fim, e que muita coisa acontece – para o bem como para o mal – antes de passarem os letreiros finais. E contudo, quando o filme acaba, você gostaria que ele continuasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vamos dizer que este filme é perfeito, porque não é: há dois atores de certa importância que não convencem muito, e os produtores erraram um pouco na dosagem das cenas de miséria. Mas com todos os seus defeitos, ele mais do que vale a pena. Quanto às comparações que fazem dele por toda parte com o Orgulho e Preconceito, deve ser notado desde já que este filme não é como os de Jane Austen. Ele seria antes uma mistura de Austen e Charles Dickens; por conta daquela, o romance; e deste, as questões sociais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De fato, as relações entre patrões e empregados têm grande importância no enredo de North and South. Apesar disso, o filme não é a típica história socialista, em que os patrões são os vilões e os empregados, os “coitadinhos”. Não; ele apresenta um toque algo socialista, mas leve e facilmente identificável. Alguns (os homens especialmente) preferem este tipo de história às de Jane Austen, que são centradas tão somente no amor e no casamento; mas por outro lado, o aspecto de drama e sofrimento de Norte e Sul fá-lo menos leve e divertido. É um filme de que talvez a vovó não gostasse tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós contudo, assim como alguns milhares, apreciamo-lo enormemente; e temos certeza de que as que não o viram ainda também gostarão dele. Para as que viram perguntamos: temos ou não razão? Depois da primeira vez, você não teve vontade de sair pelo mundo fazendo proselitismo? “Assistam, assistam, vocês não sabem o que estão perdendo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nessa hora dói que, como o P&amp;amp;P de 95, esta série não tenha sido lançada no Brasil; e que não exista versão dela com legendas em português.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando à comparação que se faz entre o Pride and Prejudice e o North and South deve ser dito que, em nossa opinião como na de muitas outras (e muitos outros), as semelhanças entre as duas histórias são superficiais; e as diferenças, grandes demais para permitir comparações. Não é preciso escolher entre as duas séries: ambas são excelentes produções. Têm estilos diferentes sim, mas têm as duas um mesmo tema predominante: uma história de amor que é convincente e bela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’Amor che muove il sole e l’altre stelle!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;(Para ver tudo o que já publicamos com relação à minissérie 'North and South', clique logo abaixo no link 'Norte e Sul', que listará todas as postagens relacionadas.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Atualização de conteúdo: a minissérie North &amp;amp; South foi lançada no Brasil pela editora LogOn. O DVD, que pode ser encontrado na Livraria Cultura, tem legendas em português e em inglês -- e um preço bastante razoável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-2174296880824084983?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/2174296880824084983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/north-south.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/2174296880824084983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/2174296880824084983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/north-south.html' title='North &amp; South'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU7hSJjVYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DDbhWbwJehg/s72-c/chat-on-street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-9167110821582593244</id><published>2008-07-29T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:44:23.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boas maneiras'/><title type='text'>Dicas de boas maneiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU41qovRlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SmZYpeOvMNc/s1600-h/nshandshake2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248163435399562834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU41qovRlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SmZYpeOvMNc/s200/nshandshake2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todos nós gostamos de conviver com pessoas gentis. Do mesmo modo, convém tentarmos ser corteses com os que estão à nossa volta. O mais importante é ter o espírito correto; pensar na conveniência dos outros, assim como em seus sentimentos. Na maior parte das situações, um pouco de bom-senso é tudo que é necessário, como sabemos. Mas acontece que às vezes pode haver pequenas coisas em que nunca tínhamos pensado. Por isso é que resolvemos por aqui algumas dicas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Para os rapazes: quando estiver acompanhando uma uma moça na rua, é educado deixá-la andar pelo lado de dentro da calçada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Para as moças: quando se está em lugares públicos, o mais elegante é não falar ou rir alto demais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Para todos: é muito mais simpático levantar-se para cumprimentar alguém, do que continuar sentado; especialmente quando a pessoa é mais velha, ou então (no caso dos moços) é uma mulher. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-9167110821582593244?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/9167110821582593244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/todos-ns-gostamos-de-conviver-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/9167110821582593244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/9167110821582593244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/todos-ns-gostamos-de-conviver-com.html' title='Dicas de boas maneiras'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU41qovRlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SmZYpeOvMNc/s72-c/nshandshake2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-3802091420847454093</id><published>2008-07-17T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:16:40.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"O casamento é um duelo até a morte, que nenhum homem de honra deveria declinar."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;G. K. Chesterton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-3802091420847454093?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/3802091420847454093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/casamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/3802091420847454093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/3802091420847454093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/casamento.html' title='Casamento'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-817618396865915467</id><published>2008-07-16T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:07:43.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho e Preconceito'/><title type='text'>Famosa cena do Pride and Prejudice de 95</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU3_WIOjOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jVX4dy6Kv4o/s1600-h/Darcy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU3_WIOjOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jVX4dy6Kv4o/s320/Darcy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248162502181555426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Darcy, chegado em Pemberley de Londres, deu um mergulho no lago e agora, no caminho até a casa, encontra Elizabeth. É a primeira vez que eles se vêem desde que ela o rejeitou em Hunsford alguns meses atrás, e ambos agem dum modo muito pouco à vontade. Ele "repetiu suas perguntas sobre a família dela, dum modo que deixava claro que seus pensamentos estavam longe." (O detalhe de ele ter acabado de nadar não existe no livro, mas parece ter sido bem aceito pelo público.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-817618396865915467?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/817618396865915467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/famosa-cena-do-pride-and-prejudice-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/817618396865915467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/817618396865915467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/famosa-cena-do-pride-and-prejudice-de.html' title='Famosa cena do Pride and Prejudice de 95'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU3_WIOjOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jVX4dy6Kv4o/s72-c/Darcy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-167117430550639682</id><published>2008-07-14T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:13:56.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho e Preconceito'/><title type='text'>O "Pride and Prejudice" de 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU3Sso1nRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DyaKUIeUmSc/s1600-h/darcy_lizzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248161735129799954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU3Sso1nRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DyaKUIeUmSc/s320/darcy_lizzie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em 1995, a BBC inglesa fez uma minissérie de TV do romance de Jane Austen, “Orgulho e Preconceito”. O filme foi um sucesso absoluto – como bem se pode ver pela Internet afora! Em nossa opinião, o “P&amp;amp;P de 95” merece sua fama: Jennifer Ehle é uma Elizabeth Bennet simplesmente adorável (talvez mesmo perfeita!), e Colin Firth representa um Mr. Darcy excelente. (Somos bem moderadas: alguns milhares de fãs devotadas proclamam que ele é o Darcy perfeito, definitivo, imbatível... e por aí afora.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Além de uma atuação ótima por parte de (quase) todos os principais atores, esta minissérie tem uma trilha sonora muito bonita, e que combina perfeitamente com a “atmosfera” do filme; as roupas, mobílias, acessórios etc. foram cuidadosamente estudados; e as locações nos campos ingleses são lindas. Ou seja, é um filme apreciado não só pelas que gostam de romance, mas também pelos interessados em filmes de época.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contudo, apesar de sua fama nos países de língua inglesa, esta série não parece ser muito conhecida aqui no Brasil. (Pelo menos, esta é a impressão que se tem buscando na Internet.) Sabemos que ela passou na TV faz alguns anos, numa versão editada; mas nunca foi lançada em DVD. É uma pena, porque com certeza muitas das senhoras e senhoritas nossas compatriotas gostariam de conhecer este filme, não? E das que já o conhecem, sem dúvida há quem gostaria de vê-lo de novo – ou de tê-lo! O problema é que, além de não ter sido lançada no Brasil, nenhuma das várias versões inglesas e americanas lembrou-se dos que falam português, e não inglês. A minissérie só foi lançada com legendas em português na velha terrinha, Portugal; e só os ricos podem se dar ao luxo de mandá-la vir de lá. Portanto, parece que temos de esperar até que alguma companhia aqui no Brasil se apiade de nós, e lance um DVD com legendas em português. (O DVD foi lançado aqui no Brasil em novembro. Ver P. S. no fim do texto.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por que tanta conversa sobre isso? Vamos dizer: quando estávamos procurando informações sobre esta série achamos muito pouco sobre ela em páginas no Brasil. Imaginamos que pode haver alguém que tenha dificuldades com o inglês sofrendo as mesmas agruras, e resolvemos compartilhar dum modo fácil de entender as informações que conseguimos. Se algum de vocês tiver mais informações, seria muito gentil de sua parte publicá-las aqui, para proveito dos entusiastas de Jane Austen brasileiros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. 14/2/09 Embora ainda não tenham lançado o DVD com legendas em português no Brasil, descobrimos que há maneiras mais baratas, e... (como diremos?)... "menos legais", de conseguir uma cópia legendada. Há pela Internet afora quem venda cópias feitas quando a série passou na televisão (não sabemos quando foi), e há sites em que parece ser possível baixar o filme com legendas em português. Um bom 'lugar' onde conseguir mais informações sobre essas aquisições é o blog &lt;em&gt;Jane Austen em Português&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. 20/11/09 Finalmente! O &lt;em&gt;Orgulho e &lt;/em&gt;Preconceito da BBC foi lançado aqui no Brasil, com legendas em português! Sim, é verdade... não é sonho, não! O DVD está à venda na Livraria Cultura.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-167117430550639682?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/167117430550639682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-pride-and-prejudice-de-1995.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/167117430550639682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/167117430550639682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-pride-and-prejudice-de-1995.html' title='O &quot;Pride and Prejudice&quot; de 1995'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhBqDkquDQs/SNU3Sso1nRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DyaKUIeUmSc/s72-c/darcy_lizzie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639297233458018549.post-304905284563515799</id><published>2008-07-12T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:08:02.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho e Preconceito'/><title type='text'>Trailer de "Orgulho &amp; Preconceito"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c1f0b995f248f58f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1f0b995f248f58f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18284146366BFDAD22E2CDA710BA7BCE2CC2C660.135728A1A1EAEDD92CD6E34D446B9152D33018DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1f0b995f248f58f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHY1M_GKE8MuhhXf5D7u3rlbVoCU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1f0b995f248f58f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330108085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18284146366BFDAD22E2CDA710BA7BCE2CC2C660.135728A1A1EAEDD92CD6E34D446B9152D33018DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1f0b995f248f58f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHY1M_GKE8MuhhXf5D7u3rlbVoCU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;O famoso romance de Jane Austen, autora inglesa do começo do século XVIII, em sua mais recente adaptação para o cinema.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Achamos que a atuação de Keira Knightley como Elizabeth Bennet deixa algo a desejar; mas Matthew Macfadyen salvou o dia, e representa um Mr. Darcy com muita dignidade... e é claro, sincero amor! Infelizmente, o trailer não tem legendas - quem sabe mais tarde podemos fazer uma versão com legendas em português?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5639297233458018549-304905284563515799?l=temposeternos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c1f0b995f248f58f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/feeds/304905284563515799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-famoso-romance-de-jane-austen-autora.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/304905284563515799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639297233458018549/posts/default/304905284563515799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temposeternos.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-famoso-romance-de-jane-austen-autora.html' title='Trailer de &quot;Orgulho &amp; Preconceito&quot;'/><author><name>Beatriz B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
