<?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-7180959440701280118</id><updated>2012-02-03T11:11:11.902-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficha Corrida</title><subtitle type='html'>Eu e meus pequenos delitos existenciais.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-967816972262830364</id><published>2012-01-30T01:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T01:19:40.829-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A estrada que eu nunca passei...</title><summary type='text'>



Da estrada que eu nunca passei só tenho os sonhos, não conheci os buracos.
Não chacoalhei com nenhum passo em falso, apenas caminhei.
Como se nela jamais houvesse existido qualquer obstáculo.

Da estrada que eu nunca passei só tenho o sol, não conheci o escuro.
Não tremi com nenhum som estranho, apenas duvidei.
Como se nela jamais houvesse existido qualquer barulho.

Da estrada que não se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/967816972262830364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=967816972262830364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/967816972262830364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/967816972262830364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/da-estrada-que-nunca-andei-so-tenho-os.html' title='A estrada que eu nunca passei...'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnG80poldLU/TyYJ6r5lKUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_LPaiK-ZawA/s72-c/caminhando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-1371830236038318843</id><published>2011-11-02T15:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:18:33.230-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Finados</title><summary type='text'>

Finado... particípio passado do verbo finar.Finar-se de: padecer de; morrer de.Finar-se por: desejar ardentemente.Finado é alguém que desejou tão ardentemente viver, que correu o risco de morrer.Um último título, uma última glória a quem só é passado no dicionário.


Pois finado amado é lembrança que não passa, não tem data, nem se esgota.



Como diz o poeta Célio Pedreira, "saudade não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1371830236038318843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=1371830236038318843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1371830236038318843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1371830236038318843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/dia-de-finados.html' title='Dia de Finados'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7ZGUnw-Q6k/TrGBOqe7spI/AAAAAAAAAa0/xY55DoZItIw/s72-c/vov%25C3%25B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-532786835208008213</id><published>2011-10-22T21:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:59:48.905-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER LET ME GO</title><summary type='text'>




Embora eu tenha uma certa tendência a pensar muito sobre tudo o que vejo e ouço, certas coisas conseguem esse efeito em mim apesar da minha vocação, por puro merecimento. Uma delas foi o filme Never let me go.





A discussão sobre o quanto a gente quer viver e do que somos capazes de passar por cima pra realizar isso é o tema central, mas outras sutilezas me chamaram a atenção. O quanto a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/532786835208008213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=532786835208008213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/532786835208008213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/532786835208008213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-let-me-go.html' title='NEVER LET ME GO'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLTlTGPO4ho/TqNS-1Q3rxI/AAAAAAAAAak/-ecahiZoSbI/s72-c/Never+Let+Me+Go+Wallpaper__yvt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-8216042133059556125</id><published>2011-08-14T20:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:45:18.445-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intercâmbio [...o final]</title><summary type='text'>




Saudade só existe em português, mas foi aprendendo um novo idioma que fiz dessa palavra uma eterna companheira.



Eu podia contar sobre o meu desespero na primeira noite em Londres, do quanto chorei, enquanto me obrigava a lembrar porque estava ali.



Podia descrever como, aos poucos, desconhecidos tornaram-se amigos preciosos, um restaurante que já conhecia do Brasil tornou-se meu emprego</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8216042133059556125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=8216042133059556125&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/8216042133059556125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/8216042133059556125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/intercambio-o-final.html' title='Intercâmbio [...o final]'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc9l--jTMsk/TkhZased2UI/AAAAAAAAAac/PIiu3WblZss/s72-c/DSC07543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-3391555714626369550</id><published>2011-08-11T15:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:17:20.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"É incrível o poder que as coisas parecem ter quando elas precisam acontecer." Caetano Veloso</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3391555714626369550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=3391555714626369550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/3391555714626369550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/3391555714626369550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-incrivel-o-poder-que-as-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-6541150365141007845</id><published>2011-07-04T16:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:32:37.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me vi crescer.</title><summary type='text'>
Estou ouvindo agora uma música que me lembra a primeira fase de Malhação (Every breath you take), aquela que tinha Claudio Heinrich como Dado, Danton Melo como Héricles e onde Bruno de Luca ainda não era unanimidade, mas só uma criança, como eu naquela época.

O que mudou em mim desde 1995?

Em alguma altura da vida a gente se pergunta essas coisas. Tenta se lembrar de como era e fazer uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6541150365141007845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=6541150365141007845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6541150365141007845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6541150365141007845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-me-vi-crescer.html' title='Não me vi crescer.'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja_rAOREcmg/ThIUKwbLneI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fuoE1xaDisM/s72-c/menina..dia%25252010..melhor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-2510878781449863511</id><published>2011-06-08T21:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:50:59.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma segunda chance para Paris</title><summary type='text'>Quem nunca sonhou em conhecer um lugar, uma pessoa? Quem nunca se encheu de expectativas e caiu lá de cima quando as coisas não foram exatamente como nos sonhos? 
Quando assisti O Fabuloso Destino de Amélie Poulain imaginei a minha Paris. A cidade me parecia romântica, viva, cheia de cores e coisas prontas para serem descobertas. Decidi fazer intercâmbio e escolhi Londres, mas era Paris quem me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2510878781449863511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=2510878781449863511&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/2510878781449863511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/2510878781449863511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/uma-segunda-chance-para-paris.html' title='Uma segunda chance para Paris'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8QYujV2v2qo/TfAUyS7LIqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CRi2crgWdD4/s72-c/DSC05795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-5074222583435747367</id><published>2011-05-19T19:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:06:41.317-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda quero ser dona-de-casa?</title><summary type='text'>
Três anos atrás escrevi um artigo, cujo o título era Quero ser dona-de-casa, para ser publicado num extinto blog de amigos, O Pequeno Burguês. Fiquei absolutamente surpresa quando vi o número de acessos, uma vez que o blog tinha como tema política e economia. Algo que naquele meio parecia tão "doméstico", afinal demonstrou-se interessante.
Algum tempo depois do blog sair do ar resolvi que era </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5074222583435747367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=5074222583435747367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5074222583435747367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5074222583435747367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/05/quero-ser-dona-de-casa.html' title='Ainda quero ser dona-de-casa?'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5dlxMaGdWw/TdWcV0zrUbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/BUXTvPOCPmQ/s72-c/casar-ou-nao-casar-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-6833615629806073446</id><published>2011-05-04T16:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T16:22:28.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Casamento Real</title><summary type='text'>
Muito antes da tão esperada data, para todos os lados em que se olhava de Londres era possível encontrar um souvenir com a imagem do casal, Kate e William. Nas duas semanas que antecederam o casamento, bastava abrir os jornais para descobrir se Kate Middleton emagreceu, onde ela apareceu , quais as surpresas que os dois estavam preparando para a cerimônia, gente importante que foi convidada, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6833615629806073446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=6833615629806073446&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6833615629806073446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6833615629806073446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-casamento-real.html' title='O Casamento Real'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV522mbeniQ/TcGjQ5LxREI/AAAAAAAAAZs/SgyIKPnvvXU/s72-c/DSC04767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-1532390173741642064</id><published>2011-04-17T20:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:29:50.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intercâmbio [Na metade...]</title><summary type='text'>Não sei se mudei aos olhos dos outros, mas aos meus próprios olhos eu jamais serei a mesma.Ouvirei as palavras nunca e impossível com incredulidadeDuvidarei de quem disser que se acostuma com saudadeOlharei os homens de sonhos com admiraçãoE os de sonhos quebrados com piedade.
A cidade que me assustou de início, de sinal em sinal me aponta o caminho. 

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1532390173741642064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=1532390173741642064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1532390173741642064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1532390173741642064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/intercambio-na-metade.html' title='Intercâmbio [Na metade...]'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kr_7MyUy5Fc/TatcRbhPZmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cKuXqmBzxZw/s72-c/DSC04162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-1911440359022550977</id><published>2011-04-05T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:02:44.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E os pobres, quem defende?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1911440359022550977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=1911440359022550977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1911440359022550977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1911440359022550977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-os-pobres-quem-defende.html' title='E os pobres, quem defende?'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doUTwmkUYXc/TZt0J6eoc7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/fvaw56keW0g/s72-c/DSC04626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-5558968091231024354</id><published>2011-03-30T16:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:58:29.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford - England</title><summary type='text'>Uma  cidade pequena, aconchegante, cercada de cultura e história. Chegar em  Oxford é como ser transportando para uma outra época. Não se vêem  arranha-céus e prédios com arquitetura inovadora, como uma senhora que  não se arrisca a colocar uma saia mais curta, mas uma exibição orgulhosa  de construções antigas, como se a cidade inteira fosse um só castelo.
Pode-se  conhecer tudo a pé e a nossa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5558968091231024354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=5558968091231024354&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5558968091231024354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5558968091231024354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/oxford-england_30.html' title='Oxford - England'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcsup5fPV7U/TZOISuY1X3I/AAAAAAAAAY0/JDCmRp7Cep4/s72-c/travel-oxford-university-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-4219323248198628063</id><published>2011-03-23T20:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:32:32.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4219323248198628063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=4219323248198628063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/4219323248198628063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/4219323248198628063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0Rqh60_uick/TYqA3XtccMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JA6RmEe4AI8/s72-c/san-patrick-day%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-6475881207169082210</id><published>2011-03-15T20:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:12:41.921-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô na Europa, mas não tô besta!</title><summary type='text'>
Tô é com saudade da minha carne assada com farofa de banana, de falar oxente e todo mundo me reconhecer baiana, de sentir calor na beira da praia e tomar água de coco.
Saudade de chamar quem eu não conheço de meu tio, de chamar de meu um pai que também é dos meus irmãos, de usar a fama de preguiça, que alguém ousou um dia dizer que eu tinha, pra tirar um descanso dessa vida corrida sem me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6475881207169082210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=6475881207169082210&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6475881207169082210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6475881207169082210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-na-europa-mas-nao-to-besta.html' title='Tô na Europa, mas não tô besta!'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gM42_WzKgf0/TX_78ZiwKnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6g43cZmBMuI/s72-c/bahia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-2572413679151500914</id><published>2011-03-13T18:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:14:15.255-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Thousand</title><summary type='text'>Ela que esperava ansiosamente por ele, finalmente foi convidada. Ela que ficou com o gosto do último beijo, foi encontrá-lo. Ela que sentia o adeus próximo, resolveu estender os minutos fingindo que o tempo estava parado.

Eles tomaram café e falaram do mundo. Eles tomaram cerveja e falaram de si. Ela se enrolou nas cobertas e tentou lembrar de cada minuto dos últimos dois meses.

Ela mal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2572413679151500914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=2572413679151500914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/2572413679151500914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/2572413679151500914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/nine-thousand.html' title='Nine Thousand'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-m3CpabbSC_k/TX0wt421riI/AAAAAAAAAXs/poC6Xo-YLzM/s72-c/tres_amigas_hablando.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-7463184453722951384</id><published>2011-03-03T17:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:38:41.088-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Questão de segurança"</title><summary type='text'>


Ontem, como de costume, fui pegar o metrô na Estação de Piccadilly para voltar para casa. Já havia descido as escadas e me aproximava do corredor que dá acesso ao trem, quando ouvi a mensagem: "por questão de segurança, todos devem deixar a estação imediatamente!" A voz insistia. Todos começaram a sair. Já próximo da saída perguntei a uma das pessoas responsáveis pela estação o que estava </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7463184453722951384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=7463184453722951384&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7463184453722951384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7463184453722951384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/questao-de-seguranca.html' title='&quot;Questão de segurança&quot;'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WKhP_-l0210/TW_xtsjyRlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/6ONxllfeEcI/s72-c/DSC04390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-6871571269225767721</id><published>2011-02-26T11:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:19:00.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Custo para ficar... LONDRES</title><summary type='text'>
Ouvi certa vez em uma palestra que a razão de muitas empresas irem à falência tão cedo no Brasil é que nós somos muito otimistas. Parece engraçado, mas é a mais pura verdade. A gente planeja cenários ideais e dificilmente eles se reproduzirão na nossa frente. A receita: planeje pessimista e mantenha o otimismo.
Essa máxima se aplica também na hora de calcular o quanto você precisará no seu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6871571269225767721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=6871571269225767721&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6871571269225767721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6871571269225767721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/02/custo-para-ficar-londres.html' title='Custo para ficar... LONDRES'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4gar_U7iypA/TWkFbiDXFVI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xPjb_kjlze8/s72-c/DSC04335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-5550477954124810975</id><published>2011-02-26T09:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:46:56.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Custo para ir... LONDRES</title><summary type='text'>
Quanto custa estudar Inglês em Londres por seis meses? É claro que a resposta mais óbvia, simples e que todo mundo te dá é: depende. Depende do seu estilo de vida, do tipo da escola que você vai estudar etc. etc. etc. Então para responder aos meus amigos que, como eu, tem o sonho de se lançar numa aventura como essa, vou mostrar o quanto está custando para mim e porquê, então vocês calculam e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5550477954124810975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=5550477954124810975&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5550477954124810975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5550477954124810975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/02/custo-para-ir-londres.html' title='Custo para ir... LONDRES'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iSy_f5sUwlk/TWjxE19hAJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5cfvpCvHsdk/s72-c/DSC04151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-7292264026440769216</id><published>2011-02-10T17:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T11:31:56.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeira parada - WATERLOO</title><summary type='text'>

London Eye
Resolvi conhecer um pedacinho de Londres de cada vez, com calma, saboreando como quem mora aqui e não apenas está de passagem. Comprei então um mapinha da cidade onde os pontos turísticos são destacados. Escolhi conhecer primeiro a London Eye. Uma espécie de mistura de roda gigante com o bondinho do Pão de Açúcar do Rio de Janeiro - Brasil.

Confesso que antes de vir pra Londres </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7292264026440769216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=7292264026440769216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7292264026440769216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7292264026440769216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/02/primeira-parada-waterloo.html' title='Primeira parada - WATERLOO'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEOapkBVRHI/TVRLL2IeSNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/m0oP93r68EM/s72-c/DSC04277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-7197214305784004049</id><published>2011-02-09T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:08:45.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intercâmbio [No começo...]</title><summary type='text'>Você cresce vendo as coisas acontecerem de uma forma e de repente o quotidiano passa a ser novidade.
Você pode até ter viajado para outros países e visto isso ao longo da sua vida, o que já te faz uma pessoa mais apta a questionar padrões. Mas uma coisa é ver uma máquina diferente funcionando, outra é fazer parte das engrenagens.
Você pode ter ficado bastante tempo longe da sua família e dos seus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7197214305784004049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=7197214305784004049&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7197214305784004049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7197214305784004049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/02/intercambio-no-comeco.html' title='Intercâmbio [No começo...]'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/TVKfSBR0jII/AAAAAAAAAWU/UwvpbA8OGMQ/s72-c/Image+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-725736632980066389</id><published>2011-01-17T00:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:20:50.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando Nietzsche Chorou</title><summary type='text'>Esse livro deveria vir com uma bula, indicando o modo de usar e advertindo sobre os efeitos colaterias, tamanhas as reflexões a que somos submetidos. Enquanto assistimos aos personagens analisando suas próprias vidas, nos vemos obrigados a olhar no espelho e descobrir quem realmente somos. O quanto baseamos a nossa vida nas expectativas que os outros têm de nós? Vivemos realmente ou deixamos para</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/725736632980066389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=725736632980066389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/725736632980066389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/725736632980066389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2011/01/quando-nietzsche-chorou.html' title='Quando Nietzsche Chorou'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/TTOyaXBSF9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/khfn-C6v4Bs/s72-c/Quando-Nietzsche-Chorou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-6795487606812072029</id><published>2010-10-30T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:37:44.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E se...?</title><summary type='text'>Acabei de assistir a um filme óbvio, meloso, mas divertido. Um filme que valeu por um momento... "e se?"E se eu tivesse feito escolhas diferentes?E se eu tivesse apostado num relacionamento?E se eu tivesse perdoado?Por que a gente se tortura com o que não aconteceu, não vivemos e nunca saberemos? Por que no mundo do "e se..." sempre estão os finais felizes?"E se" é o pior casamento entre duas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6795487606812072029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=6795487606812072029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6795487606812072029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6795487606812072029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-se.html' title='E se...?'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/TMuQmBFpYDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/7qafd0xd5Nk/s72-c/arriscar-se+entrelaces.wordpress.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-158170093041094119</id><published>2010-10-29T01:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:29:54.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Namoro à distância</title><summary type='text'>E quando não é namoro? Quando é aquela coisa que você sabe que não é só amizade, mas também não é nada que tenha um nome que você possa apresentar pra família?  Vocês  trocam mensagens, se falam no MSN, trocam intimidades, planejam algumas  coisas juntos, ficam juntos quando se encontram, quase nunca se  encontram, mas não resistem à tentação de saber e fazer parte da vida do  outro.
É  um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/158170093041094119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=158170093041094119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/158170093041094119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/158170093041094119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2010/10/namoro-distancia.html' title='Namoro à distância'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/TMpK6e0mMKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bFg8uhEtGD0/s72-c/namoro+a+dist%C3%A2ncia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-8667436718753876425</id><published>2010-08-26T10:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:02:23.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Gosto dos que sãos são loucosQuase tanto quanto dos loucos sãosAprecio os que do pouco muito fazemQuase tanto quanto os muito poucos que fazemDe um dia louco, um dia bom





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Me sinto tão bem entre livros, que às vezes me pergunto se seria mais feliz sendo de papel.  




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Que qualquer regra seja sempre somente vetor, nunca estrada.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7863119729246550136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=7863119729246550136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7863119729246550136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7863119729246550136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2010/05/que-as-barreiras-do-racional-ajudem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-1367266780761911432</id><published>2010-05-28T15:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:13:35.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeminha escondido</title><summary type='text'>O outro poema se foi com o aborrecer
E com ele o que antes dele havia
Foi embora o que não existia
 Ficou o contorno do que se pretende ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1367266780761911432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=1367266780761911432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1367266780761911432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1367266780761911432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2010/05/poeminha-escondido.html' title='Poeminha escondido'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/TAAHSxsvHZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/jYTctChv2Uw/s72-c/pureza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-8242259959992117209</id><published>2010-05-28T14:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:30:27.001-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Eu queria.                                              Tá, não sei.  Não, não... eu quero!                            Qualquer coisa serve.Quer dizer, eu acho...
                                        ...ou não. 

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8242259959992117209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=8242259959992117209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/8242259959992117209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/8242259959992117209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-queria.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/S__8KiOJxiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xOkvZDKjUN0/s72-c/1859720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-5597583451430410581</id><published>2010-05-24T12:28:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:02:10.009-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
 

Desconhecido íntimo Voz rouca e grave Corpo distante
Cheiro presente Sorriso que não me saiNem sai porque não tento



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As coisas de que eu mais gosto são justamente aquelas que não me agradam de propósito.
 Como tudo o que é bom, como a gente... que não é muito e é tanto ao mesmo tempo. 

Como a última vez em que nos vimos...
Aliás, não gosto de "a última vez". Dá uma ansiedade de não saber se foi a última porque a mais recente ou porque depois dela não virá nenhuma mais...
...como a vez anterior a próxima em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7582481127047637293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=7582481127047637293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7582481127047637293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7582481127047637293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-coisas-de-que-eu-mais-gosto-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/S-OJdcNqdaI/AAAAAAAAATw/i7qOts2Bc70/s72-c/O-beijo-Gustav-Klimt.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-6271483973025882582</id><published>2010-03-27T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T02:17:05.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelo que valemos?</title><summary type='text'>Será que eu valho pelo que visto ou aparento?
Ou valho pelo que digo e calo?
Valho pelo valor que me dão ou pelo valor que me nego a vender?
Valho por alguém ou valho simplesmente por valer?

Não sei ao certo o valor das coisas
Não sei de fato o que devo contar
Mas se hei de valer algum dia por algo
Que valha-me Deus por aquilo que sou
por aqueles que amo e me amam
não importa o valor. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6271483973025882582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=6271483973025882582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6271483973025882582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6271483973025882582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2010/03/pelo-que-valemos.html' title='Pelo que valemos?'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/S62UtDRotCI/AAAAAAAAATY/dMxUWhKLk18/s72-c/valor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-5379682531979623620</id><published>2010-03-11T22:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:23:11.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><summary type='text'>Hoje é um dia importante... um dia em que eu não fiz nada, além de pensar no que farei daqui pra frente!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5379682531979623620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=5379682531979623620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5379682531979623620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5379682531979623620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mudanca.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/S5mzl4ZppJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BBoM1FkagyE/s72-c/varal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-6842309640627797769</id><published>2010-03-11T20:10:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:44:46.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem negar a superficialidade dos sentimentosE mergulhar nas profundezas de si mesmoHá de descobrir que quem se diz feliz sozinhoNão sabe a felicidade de com o outro ser inteiro
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6842309640627797769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=6842309640627797769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6842309640627797769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/6842309640627797769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-negar-superficialidade-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/S5mofy7zn2I/AAAAAAAAATI/JchHPfLQwS0/s72-c/companhia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-7973982310642373233</id><published>2010-03-11T20:09:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:41:13.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



Se meu plano der certoE eu parar de fazer planosMais tempo me sobraráPra ser feliz sem data certa



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7973982310642373233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=7973982310642373233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7973982310642373233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7973982310642373233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-meu-plano-der-certo-e-eu-parar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/S5mlAec0YUI/AAAAAAAAATA/queWBIJrT6o/s72-c/menina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-7915875004471723684</id><published>2009-10-07T19:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:06:13.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem</title><summary type='text'>Seu sorriso brincava comigo;Suas palavras, com o meu destino;Seus olhares, com o meu juízo;Seu silêncio... esse não brincava.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7915875004471723684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=7915875004471723684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7915875004471723684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7915875004471723684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2009/10/ontem.html' title='Ontem'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/Ss0dY0mKGTI/AAAAAAAAARY/VqoXJNsfcT8/s72-c/DECISAo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-7694819205466510205</id><published>2008-09-20T01:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:22:10.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim</title><summary type='text'>

Ele, que outrora enchia-me os olhos de credulidade, surpreende tornando-os mais ateus do que antes.

Os olhos que eram caídos, agora parecem derrubados.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7694819205466510205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=7694819205466510205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7694819205466510205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7694819205466510205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ele-que-outrora-enchia-me-os-olhos-de.html' title='O fim'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/SNSE2UfD91I/AAAAAAAAAMw/rCGefYNPi-I/s72-c/52957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-3034042133864072951</id><published>2008-09-18T00:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:21:46.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O início</title><summary type='text'>Ele me chama de olhinhos caídos e eu pergunto-lhe o porquê.Mal sabe ele que no fundo eu quero mesmo é perguntar: por quem? E esperar que ele reflita e descubra ser o criador da própria criatura que apelidou.
O menino que chama os olhinhos caídos é quem os faz despencar cada vez que passa à sua frente.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3034042133864072951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=3034042133864072951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/3034042133864072951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/3034042133864072951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ele-me-chama-de-olhinhos-cados-e-eu.html' title='O início'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/SNHIy9KFd5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/uU4yJxhw3Zk/s72-c/olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-1023569265396095482</id><published>2008-07-23T11:32:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:20:23.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpresas</title><summary type='text'>
As surpresas nos viram do avesso 
E nesse avesso nos mostram a cara

Tem elas esse ar de deboche
De uma imprevisibilidade irônica Que nos mata e salva
E essa semana eu fui salvaE essa semana eu fui morta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1023569265396095482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=1023569265396095482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1023569265396095482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1023569265396095482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2008/07/surpresas.html' title='Surpresas'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/SIdBEQvERGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xSBZHGKmaLU/s72-c/surpresa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-1550727304924793105</id><published>2008-07-22T14:33:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:21:26.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VODKA</title><summary type='text'>

Nem sempre sei o que dizerTento pensar que talvez as coisas tenham seu próprio tempoIndependente do nosso e da nossa vontade

E nessas horas  eu preciso de algo mais forteUm copo de vodka, quem sabeBasta que seja deste lado e não saia daqui.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1550727304924793105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=1550727304924793105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1550727304924793105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/1550727304924793105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2008/07/vodka.html' title='VODKA'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/SIYbpRWLXQI/AAAAAAAAALs/-mkONkW4eKE/s72-c/copo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-2883737414358304207</id><published>2008-05-25T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:08:35.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O que eu sinto não tem nome ou sobrenome, nem merece ter registro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2883737414358304207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=2883737414358304207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/2883737414358304207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/2883737414358304207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-que-eu-sinto-no-tem-nome-ou-sobrenome.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/SDjiMOlhhNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/II2RK03MTg0/s72-c/folha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-3085245635060231663</id><published>2008-05-25T00:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:45:38.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Junte fome e desejo e peça para escolherem entre a comida e o beijo. 
Se a idéia é saciar, escolhe-se a comida
Após ingerida, a fome passa.
Já o beijo, este não mata o desejoÉ um alimento ao contrário.

A comida mata a fomeO beijo aumenta o desejo e nos mata.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3085245635060231663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=3085245635060231663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/3085245635060231663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/3085245635060231663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2008/05/junte-fome-e-desejo-e-pea-pra-algum.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/SDjeA-lhhMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gyqAOoCiJOI/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-9036091216006850746</id><published>2008-04-28T09:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:32:36.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu quero mudar o mundo e não consigo passar da segunda na dieta;Eu exijo demais dos outros, de mim e não tenho nada de ninguém;Me apaixonei duas vezes e por duas vezes não fui correspondida;Me empolgo fácil, desempolgo fácil, amo sempre e sem medida;Tenho medo de escuro, de espírito, como muito e sou preguiçosa;Queria mudar o mundo, mas meu mundo gira gira gira e não sai da roda.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/9036091216006850746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=9036091216006850746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/9036091216006850746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/9036091216006850746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu-quero-mudar-o-mundo-e-no-consigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/SBXDCFwaF0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/y-gYYlW0uYs/s72-c/roda+a+roda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-484713317215861917</id><published>2008-03-10T19:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:39:59.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais uma vez o desejo de ser eterno sobrepõeA audácia de ser constanteA vontade de estar perto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/484713317215861917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=484713317215861917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-2423117145672427150</id><published>2008-03-10T19:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:48:26.387-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> É incrível como as mesmas palavras podem significar coisas tão diferentes.E ainda mais incrível que, mesmo havendo tantas delas, estas, nem sempre, sejam suficientes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2423117145672427150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=2423117145672427150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/2423117145672427150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/2423117145672427150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2008/03/revirando-o-ba-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/R9W2lef1gNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lVnENKBxxSM/s72-c/_flor-de-vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-5342131902282016041</id><published>2008-03-10T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:37:40.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIRANDO O BAÚ - I</title><summary type='text'>Seus olhos podem não ser claros e grandesPodem ser embaçados por essas lentesNão são tão belos quanto profundosMas também puderaSe o fossem, não haveria quem resistisse.Levando-se em conta, contudoO conceito de janela que os olhos têmTodos sobre os seus se inclinariamPara descobrir que vista eles possuem.E aqueles contemplados com seu focoTão contentes ficariam em sabê-loQue se tornaria mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5342131902282016041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=5342131902282016041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5342131902282016041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5342131902282016041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2008/03/revirando-o-ba-i.html' title='REVIRANDO O BAÚ - I'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/R9W0qef1gLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0u-Y9PGkV24/s72-c/Oculos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-7757487407420951091</id><published>2008-01-08T02:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:14:20.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Penso que somos como gotinhas no imenso oceano da vida.Pensando dessa forma, vejo a vida como um remédio de homeopatiaOnde cada nova gota a  que nos unimos, nos dilui, nos tornando mais fortes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7757487407420951091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=7757487407420951091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7757487407420951091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/7757487407420951091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2008/01/penso-que-todos-somos-como-gotinhas-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/R4MFitjyDsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1a1lf7N309g/s72-c/gota-em-vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-2578877907001553455</id><published>2007-12-12T21:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:37:44.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Tempo... 
Só você pra trazer calmaria
Esfriar brigas feias
Consertar corações partidos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2578877907001553455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=2578877907001553455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/2578877907001553455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/2578877907001553455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2007/12/tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/R2B8y0fnJGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-PUjV6fUEqo/s72-c/f9sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180959440701280118.post-5446060577604457897</id><published>2007-12-12T13:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:03:59.133-02:00</updated><title type='text'>QUERO SER DONA-DE-CASA</title><summary type='text'>






Diferentemente das mulheres do meu tempo, eu sonho em casar e ter filhos, muitos filhos. Quero cuidar da minha casa, esperar meu marido voltar do trabalho e recebê-lo com o carinho que ele merece. Lavar suas roupas sujas do futebol do sábado à tarde, abrir uma cerveja bem gelada pra ele e seus amigos no domingo. Ah, como eu desejo essa vida! Vida melhor não há!

Quando revelo o meu sonho, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://opequenoburgues.org/colunistas/convidados/quero_ser_dona_de_casa/' title='QUERO SER DONA-DE-CASA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5446060577604457897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180959440701280118&amp;postID=5446060577604457897&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5446060577604457897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180959440701280118/posts/default/5446060577604457897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandacampelo.blogspot.com/2007/12/quero-ser-dona-de-casa-diferentemente.html' title='QUERO SER DONA-DE-CASA'/><author><name>Fernanda Campelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831809284746460756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVvUkZJxBQ/TfAcJzNb5vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pgaEDehH220/s220/DSC05064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft0yta37HfU/R2AhjEfnJFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zClpbTok4u0/s72-c/dona_de_casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
