<?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-8580860384706690268</id><updated>2012-01-05T08:42:24.550-08:00</updated><category term='pai'/><category term='equipe'/><category term='diretora'/><category term='entrevista'/><category term='filme'/><category term='van'/><title type='text'>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</title><subtitle type='html'>Filme que aborda a questão da ausência paterna no Brasil e seus aspectos psicológicos e sociais.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-4939486154697469159</id><published>2010-08-28T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T10:09:04.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MATÉRIA NA REVISTA ISTO É DIA 28/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/THlCgvLIKlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ULnePSVUV-I/s1600/ISTO+%C3%89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/THlCgvLIKlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ULnePSVUV-I/s400/ISTO+%C3%89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510508749250898514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-4939486154697469159?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/4939486154697469159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2010/08/materia-na-revista-isto-e-dia-2808.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4939486154697469159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4939486154697469159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2010/08/materia-na-revista-isto-e-dia-2808.html' title='MATÉRIA NA REVISTA ISTO É DIA 28/08'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/THlCgvLIKlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ULnePSVUV-I/s72-c/ISTO+%C3%89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-9076204349704418111</id><published>2010-05-23T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:59:47.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevista para o Papo de Mãe-TV Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/S_mJEqOQXwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Rec0qXC59wI/s1600/FOTOS+BLACK+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474557535192112898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/S_mJEqOQXwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Rec0qXC59wI/s400/FOTOS+BLACK+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gravação do programa Papo de Mãe que vai ao ar pela Tv Brasil foi muito interessante. O tema era como criar filhos sem a presença do pai. E como estou realizando o filme, fui convidada. Lá pude encontrar três mães que vivem nessa situação, um psicóloga e um advogado que ajuda as mães a conseguirem garantir o direito de seus filhos na justiça. O bate-papo fluiu de forma muito bacana pois as apresentadoras estavam bem afinadas com o tema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-9076204349704418111?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/9076204349704418111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2010/05/entrevista-para-o-papo-de-mae-tv-brasil.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/9076204349704418111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/9076204349704418111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2010/05/entrevista-para-o-papo-de-mae-tv-brasil.html' title='Entrevista para o Papo de Mãe-TV Brasil'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/S_mJEqOQXwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Rec0qXC59wI/s72-c/FOTOS+BLACK+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-6854129244498921614</id><published>2009-10-12T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:23:12.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filmando em Vigário Geral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/StOrj6l2HlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D_i9gtf9hbc/s1600-h/Filmagens+Porto+alegre+337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391841812404379218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/StOrj6l2HlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D_i9gtf9hbc/s400/Filmagens+Porto+alegre+337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Afroreggae conheci Douglas e Glaydson, dois percussionistas que não conhecem seus pais. Eles simbolizam a realidade de muitos meninos das periferias do Brasil, mas ao contrário da maioria deles, elesnconseguiram superar as dificuldades de conviver com a ausência paterna e se tornaram meninos maduros e conscientes de suas convicções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/8580860384706690268-6854129244498921614?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/6854129244498921614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/10/filmando-em-vigario-geral.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6854129244498921614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6854129244498921614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/10/filmando-em-vigario-geral.html' title='Filmando em Vigário Geral'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/StOrj6l2HlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D_i9gtf9hbc/s72-c/Filmagens+Porto+alegre+337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-8604576272780387988</id><published>2009-09-15T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:36:30.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>São Sebastião do Caí-RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SrAyNgOdVXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JwUluewU5yc/s1600-h/VLA_8566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381856762278008178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SrAyNgOdVXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JwUluewU5yc/s400/VLA_8566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa é a Casa de Andréia. Ela é mãe solteira e tem seis filhos, um de cada pai. Essa não seria uma grande questão se ela não tivesse a convicção de que seus filhos nunca precisaram de um pai. Será mesmo? Será que em nenhum momento passou na cabeça de um deles de conhecer um pouco mais de sua história. Infelizmente, a história de Andréia se repete em vários lugares de nosso país. Muitas mães decidem sobre o destino dos filhos que acabam silenciando suas angústias até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8580860384706690268-8604576272780387988?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/8604576272780387988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/09/sao-sebastiao-do-cai-rs-essa-e-casa-de.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/8604576272780387988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/8604576272780387988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/09/sao-sebastiao-do-cai-rs-essa-e-casa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SrAyNgOdVXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JwUluewU5yc/s72-c/VLA_8566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-6839079761897810326</id><published>2009-08-31T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:18:34.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUVINDO HISTÓRIAS...</title><content type='html'>Conceição (mãe solteira) e Leonora (promotora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SpxK09H52SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iW9Y5Iy-2As/s1600-h/SDC11463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376254328794896674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SpxK09H52SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iW9Y5Iy-2As/s400/SDC11463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;verbo tão difícil e raro nos dias de hoje. Mas é isso que as promotoras do Ministério Público do Distrito Federal procuram fazer em meio as mil tarefas que lhes cabem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse dia elas convocaram 2.000 mães solteiras para contarem os motivos pelos quais seus filhos ficaram sem os pais. Assim, elas podem entender a história de cada uma delas e ir em busca desse pai que desertou de sua função paterna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-6839079761897810326?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/6839079761897810326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/ouvindo-historias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6839079761897810326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6839079761897810326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/ouvindo-historias.html' title='OUVINDO HISTÓRIAS...'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SpxK09H52SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iW9Y5Iy-2As/s72-c/SDC11463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-7027360528570517954</id><published>2009-08-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:10:15.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCONTROS POSSÍVEIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SpRCKxMR-TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vNG7lerm3Ew/s1600-h/SDC11498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373993008130816306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SpRCKxMR-TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vNG7lerm3Ew/s400/SDC11498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A história dos Rodrigos é a prova de que a porta do amor e do afeto está sempre aberta quando existe uma mínima possiblidade de aproximação. E foi assim que se fez o elo entre eles, pai e filho, diante de nós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-7027360528570517954?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/7027360528570517954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/encontro-possiveis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/7027360528570517954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/7027360528570517954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/encontro-possiveis.html' title='ENCONTROS POSSÍVEIS!'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SpRCKxMR-TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vNG7lerm3Ew/s72-c/SDC11498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-6147121951179899613</id><published>2009-08-21T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:02:59.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 anos depois...enfim, o nome do pai!</title><content type='html'>Patrícia, José Ingo e a neta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/So7SoGY871I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IFWPJ55e5VM/s1600-h/SDC11324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372462991851450194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/So7SoGY871I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IFWPJ55e5VM/s400/SDC11324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Durante toda a vida José ingo procurou saber quem era seu pai e no aniversário de 50 anos sua mãe decidiu contar toda a verdade sobre sua história...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-6147121951179899613?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/6147121951179899613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/50-anos-depoisenfim-o-nome-do-pai.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6147121951179899613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6147121951179899613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/50-anos-depoisenfim-o-nome-do-pai.html' title='50 anos depois...enfim, o nome do pai!'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/So7SoGY871I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IFWPJ55e5VM/s72-c/SDC11324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-7634580344954901655</id><published>2009-08-19T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:15:06.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Brasil está em busca do pai</title><content type='html'>Eduardo Bueno-Jornalista e Historiador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SowGj5v9IrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YgVtR7yn2_o/s1600-h/VLA_8753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371675669413307058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SowGj5v9IrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YgVtR7yn2_o/s400/VLA_8753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eduardo Bueno está em nosso filme numa entrevista surpreendente onde revela os aspectos históricos da ausência paterna em nosso país!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/8580860384706690268-7634580344954901655?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/7634580344954901655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-brasil-esta-em-busca-do-pai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/7634580344954901655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/7634580344954901655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-brasil-esta-em-busca-do-pai.html' title='O Brasil está em busca do pai'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SowGj5v9IrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YgVtR7yn2_o/s72-c/VLA_8753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-4435259826639030414</id><published>2009-08-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:57:24.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um homem pra chamar de pai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369196254459713186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SoM3i9Rt1qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1punaVvpZdo/s400/%2Balexandre.JPG" /&gt;Esse homem imenso aí na foto é o Alexandre. Um dos sujeitos mais delicados e sensíveis que já travei contato. Ele sente tanta falta pai de chamar alguém de pai que chama o próprio filho (esse menininho fofo aí da foto) de pai. Foi uma das cenas mais tocantes que filmamos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-4435259826639030414?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/4435259826639030414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-homem-pra-chamar-de-pai.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4435259826639030414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4435259826639030414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-homem-pra-chamar-de-pai.html' title='Um homem pra chamar de pai!'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SoM3i9Rt1qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1punaVvpZdo/s72-c/%2Balexandre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-1016917979843813479</id><published>2009-08-12T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:32:17.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM ENCONTRO QUE DEU CERTO!</title><content type='html'>Vlad,Bruno, Giuliana, Susanna, Pedro, Márcio e Simone (sentada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; float: left; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369193327855149570" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SoM04m00IgI/AAAAAAAAADw/FfeITGVz7d4/s400/SDC11357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Márcio é palhaço, mas não é pailhaço. Depois de 19 anos longe da Giuliana foi atrás do seu amor e conseguiu resgatar essa linda história entre pai e filha. Foi sensacional compartilhar momentos de intimidade entre os dois!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-1016917979843813479?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/1016917979843813479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-encontro-que-deu-certo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/1016917979843813479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/1016917979843813479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-encontro-que-deu-certo.html' title='UM ENCONTRO QUE DEU CERTO!'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SoM04m00IgI/AAAAAAAAADw/FfeITGVz7d4/s72-c/SDC11357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-6876351513359628854</id><published>2009-08-10T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:17:13.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MATÉRIA NO DIÁRIO DE SP (CADERNO ESPECIAL DO DIA DOS PAIS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SoCcNjnZxBI/AAAAAAAAADg/A8cNNWtu260/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368462512538371090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SoCcNjnZxBI/AAAAAAAAADg/A8cNNWtu260/s400/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-6876351513359628854?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/6876351513359628854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/materia-no-diario-de-sp-caderno.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6876351513359628854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6876351513359628854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/materia-no-diario-de-sp-caderno.html' title='MATÉRIA NO DIÁRIO DE SP (CADERNO ESPECIAL DO DIA DOS PAIS)'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SoCcNjnZxBI/AAAAAAAAADg/A8cNNWtu260/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-502245850529021012</id><published>2009-08-07T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:39:17.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO COMEMORAR O DIA DOS PAIS SEM TER UM PAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxVuSJNA6I/AAAAAAAAADY/fWdl9nxLl1Y/s1600-h/S7302495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxVuSJNA6I/AAAAAAAAADY/fWdl9nxLl1Y/s400/S7302495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367259109551571874" /&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;Esse DIA DOS PAIS vai ser mais um daqueles dias que você vai lembrar que viveu sem teu pai a vida toda e que metade de sua história continua incógnita junto com ele. O permanente vazio paterno sempre esteve aí, e não se faça de vítima porque é um saco lidar com gente carente. Mas me faça o favor de não cair na armadilha de fingir que não há um “mal estar” no ar. Não caia no jogo do tudo está bem como está. Beba desse cálice até a última gota. Lidar com rejeição, abandono e indiferença não é das tarefas mais fáceis, mas não fuja da sua história. Transforme isso em alguma coisa: numa música, livro, carta, poema, performance insana na rua, num quadro abstrato, numa roupa ou numa alegoria de carnaval. Mas não deixe passar em branco o que deixaram em branco em você. Não faça o jogo deles. Não é normal não ter um pai presente. Não naturalize seu sofrimento e não viva a vida achando que é assim mesmo que funciona. Em algum lugar alguém vai te ver, te ler, te ouvir e vai reconsiderar a importância de ser pai. Alguém vai desconfiar que é super desejado, querido, idealizado e precisa dar as caras em algum momento.&lt;br /&gt;Então, saia com os amigos, com os pais de seus amigos, beije muito na boca, dance, beba um pouco mais que o normal, porque isso é comemorar! Mas não disfarce o seu desconforto por estar acompanhado do seu vazio neste dia. Em algum lugar, por causa do seu  amoroso “protesto”, uma indiferença será revisitada e quem sabe, desfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou comemorar filmando histórias de pessoas que como eu vão estar um pouco “estranhas” nesse dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-502245850529021012?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/502245850529021012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-comemorar-o-dia-dos-pais-sem-ter.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/502245850529021012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/502245850529021012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-comemorar-o-dia-dos-pais-sem-ter.html' title='COMO COMEMORAR O DIA DOS PAIS SEM TER UM PAI'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxVuSJNA6I/AAAAAAAAADY/fWdl9nxLl1Y/s72-c/S7302495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-6398893717637543187</id><published>2009-08-06T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:09:37.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O VÉU DO DESASOSSEGO</title><content type='html'>Terezinha e Ariel (São Sebastião do Caí-RS) Foto: Vladimir Mancaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Sntu6C3ye1I/AAAAAAAAACk/hgeD7OL41MQ/s1600-h/VLA_8618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367005324424411986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Sntu6C3ye1I/AAAAAAAAACk/hgeD7OL41MQ/s400/VLA_8618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O véu semi transparente do desasossego um dia se instalou entre o mundo e os meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Eu estava empenhada em não ver o que vi, mas às vezes a vida é mais complexa do que parece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não quero que leves de mim nada que não te marque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Melhor ou pior cada qual seguirá seu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O quanto te quis talvez você siga sem saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A vida é mais complexa do que parece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O tempo nos dirá ao final se a dor valeu a pena! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(trechos de "A vida é mais complexa do que parece-Jorge Drexler)&lt;/span&gt;&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/8580860384706690268-6398893717637543187?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/6398893717637543187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-veu-do-desasossego.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6398893717637543187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6398893717637543187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-veu-do-desasossego.html' title='O VÉU DO DESASOSSEGO'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Sntu6C3ye1I/AAAAAAAAACk/hgeD7OL41MQ/s72-c/VLA_8618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-4370927533586506251</id><published>2009-08-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:05:09.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para que serve um filme?</title><content type='html'>Pés gelados em NY&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnsLZayGCUI/AAAAAAAAACM/vNGcAC0AHdA/s1600-h/SDC10804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366895912256145730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnsLZayGCUI/AAAAAAAAACM/vNGcAC0AHdA/s400/SDC10804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que serve um filme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para não se caminhar sozinho?&lt;br /&gt;Para ficar longe de casa?&lt;br /&gt;Para conhecer gente? gostar de gente e se envolver até o talo com elas?&lt;br /&gt;Para sofrer depois?&lt;br /&gt;Para ouvir respostas que vão te tirar do prumo?&lt;br /&gt;Para se emocionar consigo próprio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu caminho pelas estradas dos meus filmes. Solitária, rodeada de gente, Melancólica e disparando gargalhadas. No calor ardente do planalto ou no frio que vem lá do sul.&lt;br /&gt;Não chego a lugar algum, mas tô aproveitando a viagem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-4370927533586506251?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/4370927533586506251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-que-um-filme.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4370927533586506251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4370927533586506251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-que-um-filme.html' title='Para que serve um filme?'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnsLZayGCUI/AAAAAAAAACM/vNGcAC0AHdA/s72-c/SDC10804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-7195526562011625844</id><published>2009-08-05T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:30:19.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah!!! essas mulheres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn5reN2YLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WltWVEIPIX4/s1600-h/S7302256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366594956229501106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn5reN2YLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WltWVEIPIX4/s400/S7302256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8580860384706690268-7195526562011625844?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/7195526562011625844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/ah-essas-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/7195526562011625844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/7195526562011625844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/ah-essas-mulheres.html' title='Ah!!! essas mulheres...'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn5reN2YLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WltWVEIPIX4/s72-c/S7302256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-1382926721884123585</id><published>2009-08-05T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:23:11.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dura caminhada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn4E_w4V7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/dFLXP0mW5OE/s1600-h/S7302467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366593195708274610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn4E_w4V7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/dFLXP0mW5OE/s400/S7302467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8580860384706690268-1382926721884123585?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/1382926721884123585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/dura-caminhada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/1382926721884123585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/1382926721884123585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/dura-caminhada.html' title='Dura caminhada...'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn4E_w4V7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/dFLXP0mW5OE/s72-c/S7302467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-8685434061644223235</id><published>2009-08-05T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:18:16.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seu olhar e meu sorriso para sua vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn27HdgZ3I/AAAAAAAAABs/IW00sX35epA/s1600-h/Foto264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366591926464178034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn27HdgZ3I/AAAAAAAAABs/IW00sX35epA/s400/Foto264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn13OrcuoI/AAAAAAAAABk/h0-Wkge7Npo/s1600-h/Foto143.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8580860384706690268-8685434061644223235?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/8685434061644223235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/gente-caminha-no-mundo-em-busca-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/8685434061644223235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/8685434061644223235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/gente-caminha-no-mundo-em-busca-de.html' title=''/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn27HdgZ3I/AAAAAAAAABs/IW00sX35epA/s72-c/Foto264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-4991090354927899430</id><published>2009-08-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:11:23.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilar, a razão de tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn1bdc9ADI/AAAAAAAAABc/zJXOfsVsrtU/s1600-h/Foto253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366590283099996210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn1bdc9ADI/AAAAAAAAABc/zJXOfsVsrtU/s400/Foto253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnnWrH40aUI/AAAAAAAAABU/S0e87UthyWo/s1600-h/Foto258.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia essa garotinha linda, fazendo um trabalho na escola, reclamou que sua árvore genealógica estava sem algumas folhinhas. Como explicar para minha filha que eu não sei NADA SOBRE MEU PAI? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resolvi fazer esse filme para que ela entenda que alguns homens vão embora e se recusam a serem pais. Foi assim comigo e faz parte da nossa história. Viveremos com esse vazio, mas seremos felizes ainda assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filha, será que meu amor por você pode substituir a falta do seu avô?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu juro que te amo demais!&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/8580860384706690268-4991090354927899430?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/4991090354927899430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/pilar-razao-de-tudo.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4991090354927899430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4991090354927899430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/pilar-razao-de-tudo.html' title='Pilar, a razão de tudo'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snn1bdc9ADI/AAAAAAAAABc/zJXOfsVsrtU/s72-c/Foto253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-2982653445853367103</id><published>2009-08-04T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:43:53.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruno Armelin e Susanna Lira nas ruas de Porto Alegre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhzHBx-NnI/AAAAAAAAABE/tYETnotHMUs/s1600-h/VLA_8711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366165520586258034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhzHBx-NnI/AAAAAAAAABE/tYETnotHMUs/s400/VLA_8711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8580860384706690268-2982653445853367103?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/2982653445853367103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/bruno-armelin-e-susanna-lira-nas-ruas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/2982653445853367103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/2982653445853367103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/bruno-armelin-e-susanna-lira-nas-ruas.html' title='Bruno Armelin e Susanna Lira nas ruas de Porto Alegre'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhzHBx-NnI/AAAAAAAAABE/tYETnotHMUs/s72-c/VLA_8711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-4898194606016709857</id><published>2009-08-04T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:38:28.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhxdcLtuDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bQUP_3N4pog/s1600-h/VLA_8708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366163706607417394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhxdcLtuDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bQUP_3N4pog/s400/VLA_8708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos meninos, atravesssem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foto de Vladimir Mancaro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-4898194606016709857?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/4898194606016709857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/vamos-meninos-atravesssem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4898194606016709857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4898194606016709857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/vamos-meninos-atravesssem.html' title=''/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhxdcLtuDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bQUP_3N4pog/s72-c/VLA_8708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-4246060422170361289</id><published>2009-08-04T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:31:07.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diretora'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhwAeYs1aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rrez7UPNxXk/s1600-h/VLA_8705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162109470922146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhwAeYs1aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rrez7UPNxXk/s400/VLA_8705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas ruas de Porto Alegre...&lt;br /&gt;Na foto: Bruno Armelin (som direto) e Susanna Lira (diretora)&lt;br /&gt;Foto de Vladimir Mancaro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-4246060422170361289?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/4246060422170361289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/pelas-ruas-de-porto-alegre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4246060422170361289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/4246060422170361289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/pelas-ruas-de-porto-alegre.html' title=''/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhwAeYs1aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rrez7UPNxXk/s72-c/VLA_8705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-6503627420000292633</id><published>2009-08-04T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:17:05.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='van'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snhsz03SEAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8kD0AkcITZU/s1600-h/VLA_8276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158593631588354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snhsz03SEAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8kD0AkcITZU/s400/VLA_8276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gente se espreme na Van para que a Luz no Pedro caiba sem nenhum dano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-6503627420000292633?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/6503627420000292633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/gente-se-espreme-na-van-para-que-luz-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6503627420000292633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/6503627420000292633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/gente-se-espreme-na-van-para-que-luz-no.html' title=''/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/Snhsz03SEAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8kD0AkcITZU/s72-c/VLA_8276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-8112056070605626107</id><published>2009-08-04T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:22:44.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='van'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhfH6t21bI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D4DbLeazb18/s1600-h/VLA_8481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366143545637262770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhfH6t21bI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D4DbLeazb18/s400/VLA_8481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passamos muito tempo em vans viajando pelo Brasil, umas confortáveis, outras super sacolejantes. Tivemos motoristas figuras, outros bem loucos e inesquecíveis. Tivemos como parceiros nossos MP3s, nossos humores, alguma piadas e joguinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ns foto Pedro Faerstein, Bruno Armelin e eu encolhidinha no fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-8112056070605626107?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/8112056070605626107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/passamos-muito-tempo-em-vans-viajando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/8112056070605626107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/8112056070605626107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/passamos-muito-tempo-em-vans-viajando.html' title=''/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhfH6t21bI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D4DbLeazb18/s72-c/VLA_8481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-5464611389265176169</id><published>2009-08-04T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:14:08.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrevista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Dilan Camargo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhcpKpkNxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3wIyvtMbyYU/s1600-h/VLA_8246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366140818315032338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhcpKpkNxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3wIyvtMbyYU/s400/VLA_8246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilan Camargo, escritor gaúcho, nos deu uma entrevista emocionante sobre sua história de ausência paterna. Aliás, vale a pena conferir os livros dele: "O Falo de Adão" e "Brincriar".&lt;br /&gt;Na foto: Bruno Armelin (som direto) e Dilan camargo (escritor).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-5464611389265176169?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/5464611389265176169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/dilan-camargo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/5464611389265176169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/5464611389265176169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/dilan-camargo.html' title='Dilan Camargo'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhcpKpkNxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3wIyvtMbyYU/s72-c/VLA_8246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580860384706690268.post-2163836525121857189</id><published>2009-08-04T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:59:35.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Filmagem em São Sebastião do Caí-RS</title><content type='html'>Filmagem em São Sebastião do Caí-RS&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhZfsq22KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4oOzVgTcx2g/s1600-h/VLA_8639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366137357113677986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhZfsq22KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4oOzVgTcx2g/s400/VLA_8639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste dia conversamos com Fátima Piovesan, psicóloga gaúcha  que lida diretamente com o tema ausência paterna e conhecemos Ariel, um menino que foi "adotado"pelo padrasto e que ficou imensamente feliz em ter o nome de um pai em seu registro de nascimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na foto Bruno Armelin (som direto), Fátima Piovesan (psicóloga), Ariel ( o menino que agora tem um pai, Susanna Lira (diretora) e Pedro Faestein (Diretor de Fotografia).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580860384706690268-2163836525121857189?l=nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/feeds/2163836525121857189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/filmagem-em-sao-sebastiao-do-cai-rs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/2163836525121857189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580860384706690268/posts/default/2163836525121857189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadasobremeupai.blogspot.com/2009/08/filmagem-em-sao-sebastiao-do-cai-rs.html' title='Filmagem em São Sebastião do Caí-RS'/><author><name>NADA SOBRE MEU PAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00175497272779436208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnxRia6aomI/AAAAAAAAACw/RD2F9ImCgyg/S220/Foto224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmXyZgb-0vg/SnhZfsq22KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4oOzVgTcx2g/s72-c/VLA_8639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
