<?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-8946520503478918956</id><updated>2012-01-19T13:45:34.729-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lentes et Lens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-2232221233312418395</id><published>2012-01-19T13:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:45:34.738-02:00</updated><title type='text'>New project / Novo projeto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a long time without posting, an interesting project is upon me. A challenge. To post a photo everyday from February 1st, 2012 to February 1st, 2013 without skipping a single day. Plus, to write a brief comment, remark or observation on what was captured. It sounds exciting. I'll keep you readers posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de muito tempo sem postar, um novo projeto está diante de mim. Um desafio. Postar uma foto todos os dias a partir de 1º de fevereiro de 2012 até 1º de fevereiro de 2013, sem pular um dia sequer. E, além disso, escrever um breve comentário, uma manifestação ou opinião a respeito do que foi fotografado. Parece empolgante. Vou manter vocês, leitores, informados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-2232221233312418395?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2232221233312418395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=2232221233312418395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2232221233312418395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2232221233312418395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-project-novo-projeto.html' title='New project / Novo projeto'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-7486326898698284846</id><published>2011-05-09T21:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:41:48.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Free of charge / De graça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_iUwHzSsY4/TciIarB_sbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/PrsdQgV1atE/s1600/DSC05471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_iUwHzSsY4/TciIarB_sbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/PrsdQgV1atE/s400/DSC05471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604879728071651762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough with the talking that freedom is to do whatever you want whenever you want without affecting your neighbor's. That's just not right. People are prisioners with their low pleasures with a dangerous sensation that they are free. Freedom's not a place. It's not a style. It's not an ideology. Freedom is what the birds have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de falar que liberdade é fazer o que quiser quando você quiser sem interferir na do outro. Simplesmente não está certo. As pessoas são prisioneiras de seus prazeres vulgares com a perigosa sensação de que estão livres. A liberdade não é um lugar. Não é um estilo. Não é uma ideologia. Liberdade é o que os pássaros tem.&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/8946520503478918956-7486326898698284846?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7486326898698284846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=7486326898698284846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7486326898698284846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7486326898698284846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2011/05/free-of-charge-de-graca.html' title='Free of charge / De graça'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_iUwHzSsY4/TciIarB_sbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/PrsdQgV1atE/s72-c/DSC05471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5986678487481570702</id><published>2011-05-08T22:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:39:06.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching / Procurando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFlnAQDKrLw/TcdFDYB07wI/AAAAAAAAAXY/UAnEMUjbRjU/s1600/DSC05468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFlnAQDKrLw/TcdFDYB07wI/AAAAAAAAAXY/UAnEMUjbRjU/s400/DSC05468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604524185577910018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sacred attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atitude santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will people one day turn to God because they think it's the right thing to do or keep questioning ideologies comparing to their personal ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas algum dia vão recorrer à Deus porque acham ser a coisa certa a fazer ou continuarão questionando ideologias comparando-as com suas ideias pessoais?&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/8946520503478918956-5986678487481570702?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5986678487481570702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5986678487481570702' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5986678487481570702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5986678487481570702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2011/05/searching-procurando.html' title='Searching / Procurando'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFlnAQDKrLw/TcdFDYB07wI/AAAAAAAAAXY/UAnEMUjbRjU/s72-c/DSC05468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-541196540337627265</id><published>2011-04-30T15:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:45:39.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beliefs / Crenças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uv06Q1890is/TbxYoWEo67I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cgzXgVjD9q8/s1600/DSC05463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uv06Q1890is/TbxYoWEo67I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cgzXgVjD9q8/s400/DSC05463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601449486685105074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Small comotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pequena comoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a shame, if you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é vergonhoso, se você acredita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-541196540337627265?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/541196540337627265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=541196540337627265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/541196540337627265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/541196540337627265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2011/04/beliefs-crencas.html' title='Beliefs / Crenças'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uv06Q1890is/TbxYoWEo67I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cgzXgVjD9q8/s72-c/DSC05463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-7394285110415561154</id><published>2011-02-23T22:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:35:08.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you look / A maneira como você olha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssMY1DQKZ-E/TWW1Q197YII/AAAAAAAAAWw/Zbx3Y-raJoQ/s1600/DSC05395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssMY1DQKZ-E/TWW1Q197YII/AAAAAAAAAWw/Zbx3Y-raJoQ/s400/DSC05395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577063014537584770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once upon a time a pedantic writer who wrote pedantic things. Wrote  about people. About multitudes. About people’s behavior inside these  multitudes. He wrote it. He published it. No one read it. He wasn’t in  the multitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era uma vez um prolixo escritor que escrevia coisas prolixas. Escrevia sobre as pessoas. Sobre as multidões. Sobre o comportamento das pessoas dentro dessas multidões. Escreveu. Publicou. Ninguém leu. Ele não estava na multidão.&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/8946520503478918956-7394285110415561154?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7394285110415561154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=7394285110415561154' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7394285110415561154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7394285110415561154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2011/02/caption-people-legenda-pessoas-once.html' title='The way you look / A maneira como você olha'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssMY1DQKZ-E/TWW1Q197YII/AAAAAAAAAWw/Zbx3Y-raJoQ/s72-c/DSC05395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4754255368175471969</id><published>2011-02-18T00:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T01:04:10.277-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Big and small letters / Grandes e pequenas letras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osQg1qnkpjY/TV3hJs9uU6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/FmboRVqBDYE/s1600/DSC05277-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osQg1qnkpjY/TV3hJs9uU6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/FmboRVqBDYE/s400/DSC05277-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574859470559663010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leitura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We don’t stop to read what is in the books anymore. Sometimes, it is written in the walls and we just don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós não paramos mais para ler o que está nos livros. Às vezes, está escrito nas paredes e nós simplesmente não nos importamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8946520503478918956-4754255368175471969?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4754255368175471969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4754255368175471969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4754255368175471969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4754255368175471969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-and-small-letters-grandes-e.html' title='Big and small letters / Grandes e pequenas letras'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osQg1qnkpjY/TV3hJs9uU6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/FmboRVqBDYE/s72-c/DSC05277-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4846216905741023740</id><published>2011-02-17T01:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T01:54:15.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel the power? / Você consegue sentir o poder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6eVwB7l1rM/TVybMdDJ0eI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ah8pp5oueZs/s1600/DSC05390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6eVwB7l1rM/TVybMdDJ0eI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ah8pp5oueZs/s400/DSC05390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574501077036421602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National congress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congresso nacional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have shut ourselves in the search of power and we become alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós nos enclausuramos na busca pelo poder e nos tornamos parecidos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-4846216905741023740?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4846216905741023740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4846216905741023740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4846216905741023740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4846216905741023740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-you-feel-power-voce-consegue-sentir.html' title='Can you feel the power? / Você consegue sentir o poder?'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6eVwB7l1rM/TVybMdDJ0eI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ah8pp5oueZs/s72-c/DSC05390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-1136899658864782222</id><published>2011-02-07T20:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:51:24.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The light factor / O fator luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TVCFYTagVnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zMwX2HwdqAk/s1600/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TVCFYTagVnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zMwX2HwdqAk/s400/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571099391632103026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The light attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A atração pela luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada um deles, repletos de visões holográficas, buscavam incansavelmente o ponto incandescente, maravilhoso, contínuo. Quase na enésima volta ao redor passam a entrar em desespero para que aquela luz, fortemente perseguida, aqueça seus corpos frágeis, inertes mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of them, full of holographic visions, searched unceasingly the incandescent spot, fantastic, continuous. Almost at the umpteenth time around it they get into despair so that the referring light, strongly chased, heat their frail bodies up, lifeless afterwards.&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/8946520503478918956-1136899658864782222?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1136899658864782222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=1136899658864782222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1136899658864782222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1136899658864782222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2011/02/light-factor-o-fator-luz.html' title='The light factor / O fator luz'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TVCFYTagVnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zMwX2HwdqAk/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-1431990044720543875</id><published>2010-12-19T22:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:49:22.149-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TQ6k_SPWhkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9fJrCAMHj_c/s1600/DSC05064-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TQ6k_SPWhkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9fJrCAMHj_c/s400/DSC05064-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552556797729343042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spring water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nascente de água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the water, we lay in dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como toda a água, nós jazemos no pó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-1431990044720543875?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1431990044720543875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=1431990044720543875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1431990044720543875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1431990044720543875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/12/caption-spring-water-legenda-nascente.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TQ6k_SPWhkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9fJrCAMHj_c/s72-c/DSC05064-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-718078669037243245</id><published>2010-12-12T23:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:27:02.555-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TQV1V0Vm63I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ic_R16ufVMY/s1600/DSC05059-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TQV1V0Vm63I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ic_R16ufVMY/s400/DSC05059-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549971133490981746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lugares&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melhores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don’t know what is happening in the world now. They are the happy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas simplesmente não sabem o que está acontecendo no mundo agora. Elas são felizes.&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/8946520503478918956-718078669037243245?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/718078669037243245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=718078669037243245' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/718078669037243245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/718078669037243245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/12/caption-better-places-legenda-melhores.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TQV1V0Vm63I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ic_R16ufVMY/s72-c/DSC05059-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-2941730369667767318</id><published>2010-12-10T13:50:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:46:38.630-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and now / Antes e agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TQJYFXorVuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5baXgQJKWmk/s1600/DSC05040-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TQJYFXorVuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5baXgQJKWmk/s400/DSC05040-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549094540141090530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Placas antigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dated signages confirm that in the past people wanted to leave a legacy. Rust destroys only what is transitory – that’s a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sinalizações datadas confirmam que, no passado, as pessoas queriam deixar um legado. A ferrugem só consome o que é transitório – isso é fato.&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/8946520503478918956-2941730369667767318?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2941730369667767318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=2941730369667767318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2941730369667767318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2941730369667767318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/12/then-and-now-antes-e-agora.html' title='Then and now / Antes e agora'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TQJYFXorVuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5baXgQJKWmk/s72-c/DSC05040-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-8260466380411328371</id><published>2010-12-06T21:04:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:32:29.213-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not all roads... / Nem todos os caminhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TP2ADmliIBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DY8Pm67S_Tg/s1600/DSC05055-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TP2ADmliIBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DY8Pm67S_Tg/s400/DSC05055-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547731115376254994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not all roads lead to the future, I think. We do want something out of our time to project an illusion of authority. Timeless is the path that brings and leads us to an ordinary place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem todos os caminhos levam ao futuro, eu acho. Nós realmente queremos algo fora do nosso tempo para projetar uma ilusão de autoridade. Atemporal é o caminho que nos traz e nos leva a um simples lugar.&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/8946520503478918956-8260466380411328371?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8260466380411328371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=8260466380411328371' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8260466380411328371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8260466380411328371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-all-roads-nem-todos-os-caminhos.html' title='Not all roads... / Nem todos os caminhos...'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TP2ADmliIBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DY8Pm67S_Tg/s72-c/DSC05055-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6985593886314591608</id><published>2010-12-02T00:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:18:14.329-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Such is life / Assim é a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TPcBuIWsE0I/AAAAAAAAAVk/JMS0PMK5S8g/s1600/DSC04888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TPcBuIWsE0I/AAAAAAAAAVk/JMS0PMK5S8g/s400/DSC04888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545903358158312258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting for Godot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esperando por Godot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estragon: - Well? Shall we go?&lt;br /&gt;Vladimir: - Yes, let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not move&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estragon: - E então? Vamos embora?&lt;br /&gt;Vladimir: - Sim, vamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eles não se movem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-6985593886314591608?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6985593886314591608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6985593886314591608' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6985593886314591608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6985593886314591608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/12/such-is-life-assim-e-vida.html' title='Such is life / Assim é a vida'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TPcBuIWsE0I/AAAAAAAAAVk/JMS0PMK5S8g/s72-c/DSC04888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5328899051340712779</id><published>2010-11-24T11:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:53:01.986-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our job / Nosso trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TO0YG3qxDmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LSB_zrF9xbc/s1600/DSC04891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TO0YG3qxDmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LSB_zrF9xbc/s400/DSC04891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543113222664556130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homens trabalhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All this idea of doing your job sounds very poetic. Most people that are “saving” the world don’t look into the past and they build things using pieces of a fragile solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa idéia de fazer sua parte soa muito poética. A maioria das pessoas que estão “salvando” o mundo não olha para o passado e constroem coisas usando pedaços de uma solução frágil.&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/8946520503478918956-5328899051340712779?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5328899051340712779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5328899051340712779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5328899051340712779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5328899051340712779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-job-nosso-trabalho.html' title='Our job / Nosso trabalho'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TO0YG3qxDmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LSB_zrF9xbc/s72-c/DSC04891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6055948859225104103</id><published>2010-11-02T11:05:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:25:40.178-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Need walls / Precisa-se de muralhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TNARTFFbB4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Wr5dfIkdtGg/s1600/DSC04871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TNARTFFbB4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Wr5dfIkdtGg/s400/DSC04871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534942961518446466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A bridge of opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma ponte de oportunidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe it was Isaac Newton that said that mankind builds too many walls and not enough bridges. Many concepts cross this very bridge and people lose control. We don't know what a wall is anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que foi Isaac Newton que disse que a humanidade constrói muitas muralhas e poucas pontes. Muitos conceitos atravessam essa mesma ponte e as pessoas perdem o controle. Nós não sabemos mais o que é uma muralha.&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/8946520503478918956-6055948859225104103?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6055948859225104103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6055948859225104103' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6055948859225104103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6055948859225104103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/11/need-walls-precisa-se-de-muralhas.html' title='Need walls / Precisa-se de muralhas'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TNARTFFbB4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Wr5dfIkdtGg/s72-c/DSC04871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6800990571049843859</id><published>2010-10-17T12:50:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:23:04.031-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching the roofs / Alcançando os tetos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TLsTL4ahBlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XmpYKITiYDE/s1600/DSC04862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TLsTL4ahBlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XmpYKITiYDE/s400/DSC04862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529034062370506322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pôr-do-sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neither the amber light of Saramago or Shakespeare's sun of York, but a shiny point that still reaches the roof of the houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não o disco amarelo de Saramago ou o sol de York de Shakespeare, mas um ponto luminoso que ainda alcança o teto das casas.&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/8946520503478918956-6800990571049843859?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6800990571049843859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6800990571049843859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6800990571049843859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6800990571049843859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/10/reaching-roofs-alcancamos-os-tetos.html' title='Reaching the roofs / Alcançando os tetos'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TLsTL4ahBlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XmpYKITiYDE/s72-c/DSC04862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-7709584068480688202</id><published>2010-10-15T11:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:56:56.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence of darkness / Ausência de escuridão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TLhpLF651MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/RmdeD9MJ6-Y/s1600/DSC04859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TLhpLF651MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/RmdeD9MJ6-Y/s400/DSC04859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528284181885998274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is said that reading is to enlighten yourself. Some people speak in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dito que ler é iluminar-se. Algumas pessoas falam à noite.&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/8946520503478918956-7709584068480688202?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7709584068480688202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=7709584068480688202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7709584068480688202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7709584068480688202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/10/absence-of-darkness-ausencia-de.html' title='Absence of darkness / Ausência de escuridão'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TLhpLF651MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/RmdeD9MJ6-Y/s72-c/DSC04859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-2140009191899545302</id><published>2010-10-12T17:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T18:00:34.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution? / Evolução?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TLTIILDo86I/AAAAAAAAAU8/lD50ZV9wR7U/s1600/DSC04830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TLTIILDo86I/AAAAAAAAAU8/lD50ZV9wR7U/s400/DSC04830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527262685423006626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darwinism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darwinismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While the new generation goes along with an acceptable view of the origin of the species, we watch the world going down filled with "evoluted" human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a nova geração leva adiante uma visão aceitável da origem das espécies, nós vemos o mundo ser destruído cheio de seres humanos "evoluídos".&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/8946520503478918956-2140009191899545302?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2140009191899545302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=2140009191899545302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2140009191899545302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2140009191899545302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/10/evolution-evolucao.html' title='Evolution? / Evolução?'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TLTIILDo86I/AAAAAAAAAU8/lD50ZV9wR7U/s72-c/DSC04830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-826364985318623838</id><published>2010-09-22T00:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:07:18.732-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you see? / Consegue ver?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TJlyBsV-eOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Pr7pv1G0R2A/s1600/DSC04723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TJlyBsV-eOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Pr7pv1G0R2A/s400/DSC04723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519568191728023778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luzes da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While we realize that the picture is out of focus, different types of lights are happening and we never fully see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto nos damos conta de que a foto está fora de foco, diferentes tipos de luzes estão acontecendo e nós nunca conseguimos vê-las completamente.&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/8946520503478918956-826364985318623838?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/826364985318623838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=826364985318623838' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/826364985318623838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/826364985318623838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-you-see-consegue-ver.html' title='Can you see? / Consegue ver?'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TJlyBsV-eOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Pr7pv1G0R2A/s72-c/DSC04723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-8442530888034450568</id><published>2010-09-21T00:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:33:28.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A new generation? / Uma nova geração?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TJgnBPu_FDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rygVFJ6nVLA/s1600/DSC04790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TJgnBPu_FDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rygVFJ6nVLA/s400/DSC04790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519204245699499058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not any day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não é um dia qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's hope that some heads of the new generation will be able to meet their own past and define themselves in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos torcer que algumas cabeças da nova geração sejam capazes de encontrar seu próprio passado e definir a si mesmos no tempo.&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/8946520503478918956-8442530888034450568?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8442530888034450568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=8442530888034450568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8442530888034450568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8442530888034450568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-generation-uma-nova-geracao.html' title='A new generation? / Uma nova geração?'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TJgnBPu_FDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rygVFJ6nVLA/s72-c/DSC04790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-3677169636615974594</id><published>2010-08-02T09:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:25:09.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking chances / Arriscando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TFbGlRB-MbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zh0AI-WiTak/s1600/DSC04456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TFbGlRB-MbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zh0AI-WiTak/s400/DSC04456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500802338408772018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modern music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Música moderna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people from history said that the music died. The very fact that musicians today don't care or keep forgetting that natural-talented artists came here a long time before them creating several concepts of music still in use today makes me think it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas da história disseram que a música morreu. O fato de os músicos de hoje não se importarem ou de ficarem sempre se esquecendo que artistas naturalmente talentosos vieram aqui muito tempo antes deles criando muitos conceitos de música ainda em uso hoje me faz pensar que isso é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: A man playing a bagpipe - taken in June, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Observação: Um homem tocando gaita de fole - tirada em Junho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-3677169636615974594?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3677169636615974594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=3677169636615974594' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3677169636615974594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3677169636615974594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-chances-arriscando.html' title='Taking chances / Arriscando'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TFbGlRB-MbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zh0AI-WiTak/s72-c/DSC04456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4912482876250601090</id><published>2010-07-30T11:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:39:54.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusement park: an elegy / Parque de diversões: uma elegia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TFLukY4XqWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rYDOgw6b9c0/s1600/DSC04407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TFLukY4XqWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rYDOgw6b9c0/s400/DSC04407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499720403894380898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amusement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diversão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People don't have paper hearts anymore. The spell is broken as the children of today ride a slow-motion carousel. No ticket is sold and many miss the ferris-wheel. I wonder where did the toffee apple go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não tem mais coração de papel. O encanto é quebrado no momento que as crianças de hoje andam no carrossel em câmera lenta. Nenhum ingresso é vendido e muitos perdem a roda-gigante. Fico pensando onde foi parar a maçã-do-amor.&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/8946520503478918956-4912482876250601090?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4912482876250601090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4912482876250601090' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4912482876250601090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4912482876250601090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/07/amusement-park-elegy-parque-de.html' title='Amusement park: an elegy / Parque de diversões: uma elegia'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TFLukY4XqWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rYDOgw6b9c0/s72-c/DSC04407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5537819709693454031</id><published>2010-06-21T10:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:06:07.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TB9xNIzXqhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YHb63VQdorY/s1600/mosaicf1414040df207c8489fa8666ae4eb704b75f6a8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TB9xNIzXqhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YHb63VQdorY/s400/mosaicf1414040df207c8489fa8666ae4eb704b75f6a8f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485227341675735570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Street artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artista de rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, people look for art. Sometimes, art is not something they actually have to look for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS.: Taken in June, 3rd, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes, as pessoas procuram pela arte. Às vezes, arte não é algo que elas realmente precisam procurar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS.: Tirada em 03 de Junho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-5537819709693454031?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5537819709693454031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5537819709693454031' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5537819709693454031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5537819709693454031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/06/caption-street-artist-legenda-artista.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TB9xNIzXqhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YHb63VQdorY/s72-c/mosaicf1414040df207c8489fa8666ae4eb704b75f6a8f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-3080003101064299878</id><published>2010-06-06T16:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:48:07.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's block / Bloqueio de escritor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TAv6AdTOCyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/5m7ai3Er2uo/s1600/DSC04400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TAv6AdTOCyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/5m7ai3Er2uo/s400/DSC04400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479748257398524706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old typewriter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A velha máquina de escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every writer goes through a phase when nothing makes sense and, at the same time, everything seems acceptable to be on paper. While some entertain superficial readers, and by this, I refer myself to those people who don't want to know what is under the iceberg and by that I remember of Hemingway's theory, which is not really the point here. So, having cleared that up and trying to link the sentences I was writing before, on one hand we have the superficial readers that are “amused” by popular writers that go in front of a computer and type what people want to know about or copy-and-paste famous quotations style of writing and they take all the credit along the way; long sentences require semicolon and I found it appropriate now, so, anyway, on the other hand, we have real writers who write about real things – not good or bad: real ones. Not just the fact of writing about real things, but about the object of their analysis: literature itself. It's incredible to notice on people in general how little they know about Literature and that this portion is equally proportional to their interest on it. Among this mixture of styles of writing and many other transitional types created as the world goes around, we have real minds breaking down - I don't know why. Maybe it's because of the semicolon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo escritor passa por uma fase em que nada faz sentido e, ao mesmo tempo, tudo parece ser aceitável para estar no papel. Enquanto alguns entretêm leitores superficiais, e, por esse termo, eu me refiro àqueles que não querem saber o que está na parte de baixo do iceberg e com isso eu lembro da teoria de Hemingway, a qual não é a idéia central aqui. Então, esclarecendo esse ponto e tentando juntar as frases que eu estava escrevendo antes, por um lado nós temos os leitores superficiais que são divertidos pelos escritores populares que vão para frente do computador e escrevem o que as pessoas querem saber ou utilizam a técnica de redação copiar-e-colar citações famosas e levam o crédito por tudo ao longo do caminho; frases longas requerem ponto-e-vírgula e eu achei apropriado agora, portanto, a seguir, em outro lado, nós temos os escritores reais que escrevem sobre coisas reais – não boas ou ruins: reais! Não apenas o fato de escreverem sobre coisas reais, mas sobre o objeto de sua própria análise: a própria Literatura. É incrível perceber que as pessoas em geral conhecem tão pouco de Literatura e que essa parcela é igualmente proporcional ao interesse delas pela mesma. Entre essa mistura de estilos de escrever e muitos outros estilos de transição criados a medida que o mundo gira, nós temos mentes que entram em colapso – eu não sei porquê. Talvez seja por causa do ponto-e-vírgula.&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/8946520503478918956-3080003101064299878?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3080003101064299878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=3080003101064299878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3080003101064299878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3080003101064299878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/06/writers-block-bloqueio-de-escritor.html' title='Writer&apos;s block / Bloqueio de escritor'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/TAv6AdTOCyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/5m7ai3Er2uo/s72-c/DSC04400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-8201749246990396070</id><published>2010-05-25T13:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:10:26.645-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeating gravity? / Derrotando a gravidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S_wuLocgktI/AAAAAAAAATs/a95F0LyW5oc/s1600/DSC04327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S_wuLocgktI/AAAAAAAAATs/a95F0LyW5oc/s400/DSC04327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475302024346112722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santos Dumont and Wright Brothers.&lt;/span&gt; The representation of a airplane speaks about the idea of running away from everything you know. Sad, though, is not to have conditions to stay up there. Even the highest wish is caught by the most primitive laws of the earth: gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santos Dumont e os irmãos Wright.&lt;/span&gt; A reseprentação de um avião fala sobre a idéia de fugir de tudo aquilo que você conhece. Triste é, no entanto, não ter condições de manter-se lá em cima. Até o mais alto desejo é detido pela mais primitiva das leis da terra: a gravidade.&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/8946520503478918956-8201749246990396070?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8201749246990396070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=8201749246990396070' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8201749246990396070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8201749246990396070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/05/defeating-gravity-derrotando-gravidade.html' title='Defeating gravity? / Derrotando a gravidade?'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S_wuLocgktI/AAAAAAAAATs/a95F0LyW5oc/s72-c/DSC04327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-667754871498056493</id><published>2010-05-17T09:15:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:30:15.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong motives / Motivos errados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S_E1LbTV0QI/AAAAAAAAATk/wJNgtX9Xy_c/s1600/DSC04323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S_E1LbTV0QI/AAAAAAAAATk/wJNgtX9Xy_c/s400/DSC04323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472213492655575298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prayer is highly underestimated. It’s not because people don’t have faith or any sort of devotion. They just don’t know whom they call when there’s nothing else to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A oração é muito subestimada. Não é por que as pessoas não têm fé ou nenhum tipo de devoção. Elas apenas não sabem mais quem elas chamam quando não há mais nada a fazer.&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/8946520503478918956-667754871498056493?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/667754871498056493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=667754871498056493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/667754871498056493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/667754871498056493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/05/wrong-motives-motivos-errados.html' title='Wrong motives / Motivos errados'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S_E1LbTV0QI/AAAAAAAAATk/wJNgtX9Xy_c/s72-c/DSC04323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5241951823995581483</id><published>2010-05-08T13:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:50:13.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake fragility / Falsa fragilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S-Wb0fHhreI/AAAAAAAAATc/o7QKeWADPyg/s1600/DSC04013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S-Wb0fHhreI/AAAAAAAAATc/o7QKeWADPyg/s400/DSC04013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468948648519904738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spider web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teia de aranha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was at that moment that a spider web showed as being the most resistent material available of them all. They heard the voices of those who plot, talking about the fragility of the lines, while its weaver highly articulated strolls quietly as if it was stepping on small spots of air. They say that the spaces left by the web were like small squares that would frame the scene at the back that nobody didn't see before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi naquele momento que a teia de aranha mostrou-se o mais resistentes dos materiais disponíveis. Ouve as vozes dos que conspiravam, dizendo da fragilidade dos fios, enquanto seu tecelão amplamente articulado passeia calado como que pisando em pequenos pontos de ar. Dizem que os espaços que a teia formava era como pequenas molduras que enquadravam a cena ao fundo que antes ninguém via.&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/8946520503478918956-5241951823995581483?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5241951823995581483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5241951823995581483' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5241951823995581483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5241951823995581483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/05/fake-fragility-falsa-fragilidade.html' title='Fake fragility / Falsa fragilidade'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S-Wb0fHhreI/AAAAAAAAATc/o7QKeWADPyg/s72-c/DSC04013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6126917850512919506</id><published>2010-04-11T01:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:32:21.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>They are all around / Eles estão em todo o lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S8FP6mYHeiI/AAAAAAAAATU/r4Yv6f_Rt84/s1600/DSC09783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S8FP6mYHeiI/AAAAAAAAATU/r4Yv6f_Rt84/s400/DSC09783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458732091502459426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bom sinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa said that, while navigating is highly precise, there’s no precision in the living. People explore the world of signs and they understand that they’re all around. One particular sign would rule even the most complex mind just by the moral concept behind that determines where to go. Indications, words, drawings, lights – they encompass a wide range of types of orientation. A sign is not about what to do or to go. Each action itself carries its opposite, therefore, a sign will show to those who dwell in the words a whole world of things that aren’t done for a reason. If we imagine the traffic sign “go”, we’ll understand it better. The sign says “go”, so it means you can proceed, move from your original place to another one. At the same time, the sign is saying “don’t stay put” which implies that you can’t stand still or simply do nothing. That’s the way the world goes round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa disse que, enquanto navegar é altamente preciso, viver não é preciso. As pessoas exploram o mundo dos sinais e elas entendem que eles estão em todo o lugar. Um sinal em particular controlaria até a mente mais complexa apenas pelo conceito moral por trás que determina onde se ir. Indicações, palavras, desenhos, luzes – elas compreendem uma ampla gama de tipos de orientação. Um sinal não se resume ao que fazer ou ir. Cada ação carrega consigo seu oposto, portanto, um sinal mostrará para aqueles que habitam nas palavras um novo mundo de coisas que não são feitas por alguma razão. Se imaginarmos o sinal de trânsito “siga”, nós entenderemos isso melhor. O sinal diz “siga”, que significa que você pode prosseguir, deslocar-se de seu lugar original para outro. Ao mesmo tempo, o sinal está dizendo “não fique parado”, o que implica em não ficar imóvel ou simplesmente não fazer nada. É assim que o mundo gira.&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/8946520503478918956-6126917850512919506?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6126917850512919506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6126917850512919506' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6126917850512919506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6126917850512919506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/04/they-are-all-around-eles-estao-em-todo.html' title='They are all around / Eles estão em todo o lugar'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S8FP6mYHeiI/AAAAAAAAATU/r4Yv6f_Rt84/s72-c/DSC09783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4451518832800899555</id><published>2010-04-08T02:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T02:23:52.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus / Foco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S71n7b3Ce0I/AAAAAAAAATM/rbWl_jcpbdw/s1600/DSC09829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S71n7b3Ce0I/AAAAAAAAATM/rbWl_jcpbdw/s400/DSC09829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457632594231458626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hudson’s angle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ângulo do Hudson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s not easy to see the city almost going out of focus behind the river. At the same time, it’s not easy either to see the river when buildings, the bridge and the streets at the back distract you from seeing something that might be unusual on the water. To say that it depends on your look would be an obvious remark. Expect the unexpected is creating an empty generalization. The concept of oscillation comes to my mind when a moving focus like a movie camera that tell us not just the perspective of what we see, but the view of our look – would that be a meta focus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil ver a cidade quase saindo do foco atrás do rio. Ao mesmo tempo, não é fácil também ver o rio quando os prédios, a ponte e as ruas no fundo distraem você de ver alguma coisa que pode ser estranha n água. Dizer que depende do seu olhar seria um comentário óbvio. Esperar o inesperado é criar uma generalização vazia. O conceito de oscilação vem à minha mente quando um foco se move como a câmera de um filme que nos conta não apenas a perspectiva do que nós vemos, mas a visão do nosso olhar – seria isso um meta foco?&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/8946520503478918956-4451518832800899555?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4451518832800899555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4451518832800899555' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4451518832800899555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4451518832800899555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/04/focus-foco.html' title='Focus / Foco'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S71n7b3Ce0I/AAAAAAAAATM/rbWl_jcpbdw/s72-c/DSC09829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5481041612881044545</id><published>2010-04-07T23:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:47:39.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Up above my head / Acima da minha cabeça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S71Dqx3zo8I/AAAAAAAAATE/bq9twhZ0N6s/s1600/DSC04058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S71Dqx3zo8I/AAAAAAAAATE/bq9twhZ0N6s/s400/DSC04058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457592725663884226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brown howler’s foci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Focos do bugio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes the idea of going up is not to see what is far away, but to see through another viewpoint, ergo, we don’t become superior, but we develop new foci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, a ideia de subir não é para ver o que está longe, mas para ver através de um outro ponto de vista, logo, nós não nos tornamos superiores, mas desenvolvemos novos focos.&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/8946520503478918956-5481041612881044545?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5481041612881044545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5481041612881044545' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5481041612881044545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5481041612881044545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/04/up-above-my-head-acima-da-minha-cabeca.html' title='Up above my head / Acima da minha cabeça'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S71Dqx3zo8I/AAAAAAAAATE/bq9twhZ0N6s/s72-c/DSC04058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-8170879308879909410</id><published>2010-02-01T00:33:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:34:13.631-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I got rhythm / Eu tenho ritmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S2ZIY7IWP9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZdBu39TdZc4/s1600-h/jazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S2ZIY7IWP9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZdBu39TdZc4/s400/jazz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433109593495846866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: On Jazz&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: Sobre Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My good friend Pedro asked me to write something about my last meaningful reading for his blog. I wrote what I would call a "brief overview" of some narrative aspects of the brilliant Toni Morrison's novel entitled "Jazz". Below you can check the article yourself. NOTE: The article was written in Brazilian Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com a transcrição de um som, uma das vozes narrativas sugere a história. Não se sabe quem está falando e nem quão envolvida está no relato que conta. A voz, ora afirma com propriedade e estabelece...&lt;/span&gt;" [To read the full article, access &lt;a href="http://www.pedrostiehl.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.pedrostiehl.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu grande amigo Pedro me pediu para escrever para o seu blog algo sobre minha última significativa leitura. Escrevi o que eu chamaria de "breve panorama" de alguns aspectos narrativos da brilhante novela de Toni Morrison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;intitulada "Jazz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Abaixo, você pode acessar o artigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com a transcrição de um som, uma das vozes narrativas sugere a história. Não se sabe quem está falando e nem quão envolvida está no relato que conta. A voz, ora afirma com propriedade e estabelece...&lt;/span&gt;" [Para ler o artigo na íntegra, acesse &lt;a href="http://www.pedrostiehl.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.pedrostiehl.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&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/8946520503478918956-8170879308879909410?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8170879308879909410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=8170879308879909410' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8170879308879909410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8170879308879909410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-got-rhythm-eu-tenho-ritmo.html' title='I got rhythm / Eu tenho ritmo'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S2ZIY7IWP9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZdBu39TdZc4/s72-c/jazz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4133161528377983096</id><published>2010-01-05T14:17:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:47:27.158-02:00</updated><title type='text'>World is fading fast / O mundo está definhando rapidamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S0NwMgxm43I/AAAAAAAAAS0/0HlVeHQgey8/s1600-h/DSC03878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S0NwMgxm43I/AAAAAAAAAS0/0HlVeHQgey8/s400/DSC03878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423301736542954354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sagrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In times like this when so many people try to put in doubt principles that were supposed to be permanent and start to raise questions to turn what is sacred and morally correct ineffective, the real challenge is not to begin a revolution or leave the social ostracism to complain about the government or public services. It is the cold terrorism (not the one that is happening in the Middle East) that made us unemotional and therefore incapable of accepting what was wisely given to us. People's nature has been changing and and they have developed a treacherous character that denies their own past and worries only with their own satisfaction, no matter what takes to achieve that. Those are dangerous people - they don't want to know about what used to be the right thing to do and they don't care about what it's been broken on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos como este, quando tantas pessoas tentam por em dúvida princípios que eram para ser permanentes e começam a levantar questões para tornar sem efeito  que é sagrado e moralmente correto, o verdadeiro desafio não é começar uma revolução ou sair do ostracismo social para reclamar do governo ou serviços públicos. É o terrorismo frio (não aquele que está acontecendo no Oriente Médio) que nos tornou destituídos de sentimento e, portanto, incapazes de aceitar o que foi sabiamente dado para nós. A natureza das pessoas está mudando e elas desenvolveram um caráter pérfido que nega seu próprio passado e preocupa-se somente com a satisfação própria, não importa o que for preciso para alcançar isso. Estas são pessoas perigosas - elas não querem saber o que costumava ser o certo a ser feito e não se importam com o que é violado nesse caminho.&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/8946520503478918956-4133161528377983096?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4133161528377983096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4133161528377983096' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4133161528377983096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4133161528377983096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2010/01/world-is-fading-fast-o-mundo-esta.html' title='World is fading fast / O mundo está definhando rapidamente'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/S0NwMgxm43I/AAAAAAAAAS0/0HlVeHQgey8/s72-c/DSC03878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-98565563355560050</id><published>2009-12-22T19:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:58:49.843-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SzFA8KTlE4I/AAAAAAAAASs/_bvhqKsa7EU/s1600-h/DSC09724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SzFA8KTlE4I/AAAAAAAAASs/_bvhqKsa7EU/s400/DSC09724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418183229006222210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheer up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animem-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to win. We just have to believe in the victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós não precisamos vencer. Nós apenas precisamos acreditar na vitória.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-98565563355560050?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/98565563355560050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=98565563355560050' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/98565563355560050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/98565563355560050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/12/caption-cheer-up-legenda-animem-se-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SzFA8KTlE4I/AAAAAAAAASs/_bvhqKsa7EU/s72-c/DSC09724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-7897404217030976971</id><published>2009-12-10T20:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:58:12.618-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SyF2CDBKRPI/AAAAAAAAASk/4J_5ee8jCOw/s1600-h/DSC03714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SyF2CDBKRPI/AAAAAAAAASk/4J_5ee8jCOw/s400/DSC03714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413738004618036466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pipoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Shakespeare everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's in a name? that which we call a rose&lt;br /&gt;By any other name would smell as sweet;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare está em todo o lugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que há num nome? O que chamamos rosa&lt;br /&gt;com outro nome não teria igual perfume?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note to native English speakers: according to the Brazilian portuguese dictionary, the word "pipoca" which in English is "popcorn" is not spelled with an accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-7897404217030976971?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7897404217030976971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=7897404217030976971' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7897404217030976971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7897404217030976971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/12/caption-popcorn-legenda-pipoca-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SyF2CDBKRPI/AAAAAAAAASk/4J_5ee8jCOw/s72-c/DSC03714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-2081740404147008999</id><published>2009-11-03T18:49:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:22:12.085-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying heroes / Heróis alados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SvCY6rYGj_I/AAAAAAAAASc/W383t84v5Qk/s1600-h/DSC03684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SvCY6rYGj_I/AAAAAAAAASc/W383t84v5Qk/s400/DSC03684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399984087060877298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No chafariz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If we were birds and our lives were nothing but a long performance of a tragedy, our feathers would be our tragic flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nós fôssemos aves e nossas vidas fossem nada mais que a atuação de uma tragédia, nossas penas seriam nossa hamartia.&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/8946520503478918956-2081740404147008999?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2081740404147008999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=2081740404147008999' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2081740404147008999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2081740404147008999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/11/flying-heroes-herois-alados.html' title='Flying heroes / Heróis alados'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SvCY6rYGj_I/AAAAAAAAASc/W383t84v5Qk/s72-c/DSC03684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4640104670488962579</id><published>2009-10-19T22:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:15:32.471-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like a bridge over troubled water" / "Como uma ponte sobre águas turbulentas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/St0jmx2OwvI/AAAAAAAAASU/VL7adAAi4ws/s1600-h/DSC02386-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/St0jmx2OwvI/AAAAAAAAASU/VL7adAAi4ws/s400/DSC02386-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394507077782520562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crossing over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travessia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not every bridge links two different points. It can also hinder us from going to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem toda a ponte aproxima dois pontos diferentes. Ela também pode nos impedir de chegar até a água.&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/8946520503478918956-4640104670488962579?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4640104670488962579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4640104670488962579' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4640104670488962579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4640104670488962579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-bridge-over-troubled-water-como.html' title='&quot;Like a bridge over troubled water&quot; / &quot;Como uma ponte sobre águas turbulentas&quot;'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/St0jmx2OwvI/AAAAAAAAASU/VL7adAAi4ws/s72-c/DSC02386-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5279231424012912571</id><published>2009-09-11T15:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:49:46.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes / Mudanças</title><content type='html'>It's been eight years and people still cry about it. Some things we never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS.: No picture for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já se passaram 8 anos e as pessoas ainda choram por isso. Algumas coisas nós nunca esquecemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OSB.: Sem foto para esta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-5279231424012912571?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5279231424012912571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5279231424012912571' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5279231424012912571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5279231424012912571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes-mudancas.html' title='Changes / Mudanças'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-7465578375838887992</id><published>2009-09-08T21:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:01:17.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and now / Passado e presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Sqb-E9_rd4I/AAAAAAAAASM/DuiZi4H9g-I/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Sqb-E9_rd4I/AAAAAAAAASM/DuiZi4H9g-I/s400/DSC01886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379266166255220610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Câmera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People don’t say “cheese” anymore. The new digital machines ruined it for the ones who used to prepare themselves to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não falam mais “digam X”. As novas máquinas digitais estragaram isso para aqueles que costumavam se preparar para uma foto.&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/8946520503478918956-7465578375838887992?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7465578375838887992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=7465578375838887992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7465578375838887992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7465578375838887992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/09/then-and-now-passado-e-presente.html' title='Then and now / Passado e presente'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Sqb-E9_rd4I/AAAAAAAAASM/DuiZi4H9g-I/s72-c/DSC01886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5203703294409882506</id><published>2009-09-02T23:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:29:50.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What would Blake say? / O que Blake diria?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Sp8pvmU41AI/AAAAAAAAASE/gJrIsDGwP1Y/s1600-h/DSC02976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Sp8pvmU41AI/AAAAAAAAASE/gJrIsDGwP1Y/s400/DSC02976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062377822409730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A poison tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma árvore envenenada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry with my friend:&lt;br /&gt;I told my wrath, my wrath did end.&lt;br /&gt;I was angry with my foe:&lt;br /&gt;I told it not, my wrath did grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watered it in fears&lt;br /&gt;Night and morning with my tears,&lt;br /&gt;And I sunned it with smiles&lt;br /&gt;And with soft deceitful wiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it grew both day and night,&lt;br /&gt;Till it bore an apple bright,&lt;br /&gt;And my foe beheld it shine,&lt;br /&gt;And he knew that it was mine,--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And into my garden stole&lt;br /&gt;When the night had veiled the pole;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, glad, I see&lt;br /&gt;My foe outstretched beneath the tree.&lt;br /&gt;(Wiliam Blake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava com raiva do meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Falei de minha ira; minha ira terminou.&lt;br /&gt;Estava com raiva de meu inimigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não falei disso; minha raiva aumentou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E reguei-a em meus medos&lt;br /&gt;Noite e dia com minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;E aqueci-a com sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;E astúcias doces e insinceras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ela crescia de noite e de dia&lt;br /&gt;Até dar à luz luminosa maçã&lt;br /&gt;Que meu inimigo, vendo brilhar,&lt;br /&gt;Soube que era minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E meu jardim invadiu&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite tudo tinha ocultado&lt;br /&gt;E pela manhã, feliz, constatei&lt;br /&gt;Meu inimigo estendido sob a árvore.&lt;br /&gt;(William Blake)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-5203703294409882506?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5203703294409882506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5203703294409882506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5203703294409882506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5203703294409882506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-would-blake-say-o-que-blake-diria.html' title='What would Blake say? / O que Blake diria?'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Sp8pvmU41AI/AAAAAAAAASE/gJrIsDGwP1Y/s72-c/DSC02976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-386204346274487987</id><published>2009-08-30T23:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:35:49.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>One - Um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SpsyWhMm7KI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QdRtqRfGtEw/s1600-h/DSC03427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SpsyWhMm7KI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QdRtqRfGtEw/s400/DSC03427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375945942646582434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bird playing solitaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pássaro sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve always considered loneliness as a psychological thing. What’s on your mind may and probably will get in your way eventually. Descartes would conceive the existence in the thought, therefore, in the consciousness. Assuming the thinking as the essence of the being, the state of helpless solitude is only for the ones who find in the reason their living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre considerei a solidão como algo psicológico. O que está na sua mente pode, e provavelmente vai, ficar no seu caminho ao final. Descartes concebia a existência no pensamento, logo, na consciência. Presumindo o pensar como a essência do ser, o estado de solidão sem solução é somente para aqueles que encontram na razão sua forma de viver.&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/8946520503478918956-386204346274487987?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/386204346274487987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=386204346274487987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/386204346274487987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/386204346274487987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-um.html' title='One - Um'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SpsyWhMm7KI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QdRtqRfGtEw/s72-c/DSC03427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-178085534433957209</id><published>2009-08-14T14:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:02:40.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Got rhythm? / Você tem ritmo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SoWkxrs8gpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kqKCJksqd0k/s1600-h/Jazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SoWkxrs8gpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kqKCJksqd0k/s400/Jazz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879304160969362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading Jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lendo Jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitos ouvidos provam o Jazz, mas não há como dizer como cada um vai reagir a ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many ears taste Jazz, but there is no telling how each one is going to react to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: This post makes reference to Toni Morrison’s novel entitled “Jazz”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obs.: Essa postagem faz referência ao romance intitulado “Jazz” de Toni Morrison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-178085534433957209?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/178085534433957209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=178085534433957209' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/178085534433957209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/178085534433957209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-rhythm-voce-tem-ritmo.html' title='Got rhythm? / Você tem ritmo?'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SoWkxrs8gpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kqKCJksqd0k/s72-c/Jazz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-1064250659183756753</id><published>2009-07-21T23:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:33:28.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'>High places / Lugares altos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SmZ3zHgD51I/AAAAAAAAARs/v7aOJQvNNgM/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SmZ3zHgD51I/AAAAAAAAARs/v7aOJQvNNgM/s400/DSC00371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361104126501709650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to try something new. This is the first time I post a picture where people can actually see me in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brief comment:&lt;/span&gt; No, I’m not an airplane addicted! I just happened to run into the pilot when I was leaving my seat. This pic was taken inside the aircraft cockpit at the Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport, Texas, US – February, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caption:&lt;/span&gt; Go where the eagles dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu quero experimentar algo novo. Esta é a primeira vez que eu estou postando uma foto onde as pessoas podem me ver na foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breve comentário:&lt;/span&gt; Não, não sou viciado em aviões! Apenas aconteceu de eu esbarrar no piloto quando eu estava deixando o meu assento. Esta foto foi tirada dentro da cabine de uma aeronave no Aeroporto Internacional de Dallas-Forth Worth, Texas, EUA – Fevereiro, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legenda:&lt;/span&gt; Ir onde as águias ousam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-1064250659183756753?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1064250659183756753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=1064250659183756753' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1064250659183756753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1064250659183756753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-places-lugares-altos.html' title='High places / Lugares altos'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SmZ3zHgD51I/AAAAAAAAARs/v7aOJQvNNgM/s72-c/DSC00371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-3589976199900326134</id><published>2009-06-26T14:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:20:50.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's bad? / Quem é mau?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SkUDNIzmyoI/AAAAAAAAARk/knqlrQxXQgQ/s1600-h/DSC03286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SkUDNIzmyoI/AAAAAAAAARk/knqlrQxXQgQ/s400/DSC03286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351687256436820610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black or white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preto ou branco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our references are dying. If only we knew how to preserve the past and celebrate the present, we would not have to worry about what is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas referências estão morrendo. Se ao menos soubéssemos como preservar o passado e celebrar o presente, não teríamos que nos preocupar com o que está por vir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-3589976199900326134?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3589976199900326134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=3589976199900326134' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3589976199900326134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3589976199900326134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/06/caption-black-or-white-legenda-preto-ou.html' title='Who&apos;s bad? / Quem é mau?'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SkUDNIzmyoI/AAAAAAAAARk/knqlrQxXQgQ/s72-c/DSC03286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-3730958996243162226</id><published>2009-05-19T07:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:00:24.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Break the ice / Quebrar o gelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/ShKP4wD9gtI/AAAAAAAAARc/c1TKlmIw7H0/s1600-h/DSC02432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/ShKP4wD9gtI/AAAAAAAAARc/c1TKlmIw7H0/s400/DSC02432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337486713524421330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minimalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minimalismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water. A writer who omits things because he does not know them only makes hollow places in his writing.”&lt;br /&gt;(Ernest Hemingway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Se um escritor de prosa sabe o suficiente sobre o que está escrevendo pode omitir coisas e o leitor, se o escritor estiver escrevendo com verdade suficiente, vai ter uma intuição destas coisas com tanta força quanto como se o escritor as tivesse escrito. A dignidade do movimento de um iceberg se deve a apenas um oitavo dele estar na superfície. Um escritor que omite coisas porque as desconhece deixa apenas marcas superficiais nas suas páginas.”&lt;br /&gt;(Ernest Hemingway)&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/8946520503478918956-3730958996243162226?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3730958996243162226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=3730958996243162226' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3730958996243162226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3730958996243162226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/05/break-ice-quebrar-o-gelo.html' title='Break the ice / Quebrar o gelo'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/ShKP4wD9gtI/AAAAAAAAARc/c1TKlmIw7H0/s72-c/DSC02432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5664354767075039390</id><published>2009-05-12T22:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:55:51.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>“Ain’t no use in looking down” / “Não olhe para baixo”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgookuXMi_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/d4J0cHxr7UA/s1600-h/DSC03086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgookuXMi_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/d4J0cHxr7UA/s400/DSC03086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335121319959497714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warlike view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visão bélica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisa-se de paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-5664354767075039390?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5664354767075039390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5664354767075039390' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5664354767075039390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5664354767075039390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/05/aint-no-use-in-looking-down-nao-olhe.html' title='“Ain’t no use in looking down” / “Não olhe para baixo”'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgookuXMi_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/d4J0cHxr7UA/s72-c/DSC03086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-1855423370866102223</id><published>2009-05-07T10:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:55:49.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A matter of time / Uma questão de tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgLnTedoJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/pgGZasKSkyo/s1600-h/DSC03128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgLnTedoJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/pgGZasKSkyo/s400/DSC03128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333079230540949362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anacrony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anacronia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a lousy moment to tell what time it is if you don’t know how to count the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um péssimo momento para se dizer que horas são se você não sabe contar o tempo.&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/8946520503478918956-1855423370866102223?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1855423370866102223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=1855423370866102223' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1855423370866102223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1855423370866102223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/05/matter-of-time-uma-questao-de-tempo.html' title='A matter of time / Uma questão de tempo'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgLnTedoJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/pgGZasKSkyo/s72-c/DSC03128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5972938132340369918</id><published>2009-04-13T22:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:01:20.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In a bad light / Em má hora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SePrxbiy2BI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/y6DiqxM2gwY/s1600-h/DSC03059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SePrxbiy2BI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/y6DiqxM2gwY/s400/DSC03059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324358418921871378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olho estelar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines&lt;/span&gt;*, at least, that’s what we have been told. Typical situation where too much light may keep you from seeing what’s in front of you. I guess it all depends on how you see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Sonnet XVIII – William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intenso demais, às vezes, brilha o olho estelar&lt;/span&gt;*, pelo menos, é isso que foi contado para nós. Típica situação onde luz demais pode impedi-lo de ver o que está diante de você. Acho que tudo depende de como você vê a luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Soneto XVIII – William Shakespeare (tradução sugerida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-5972938132340369918?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5972938132340369918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5972938132340369918' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5972938132340369918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5972938132340369918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-bad-light-em-ma-hora.html' title='In a bad light / Em má hora'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SePrxbiy2BI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/y6DiqxM2gwY/s72-c/DSC03059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-1616044422052763708</id><published>2009-03-23T23:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:56:53.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of focus / Fora de foco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SchLkrL6j9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/MTfN6v9wGDo/s1600-h/DSC01869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SchLkrL6j9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/MTfN6v9wGDo/s400/DSC01869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316582453550944210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para se registrar um diferente ponto de vista de uma cena é necessário deslocar-se do foco essencialmente nítido para atingir uma perspectiva que apenas poucos conseguem ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To capture a different point of view of a scene it is necessary to displace yourself from the essentially sharped focus to reach a perspective that only a few are able to see.&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/8946520503478918956-1616044422052763708?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1616044422052763708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=1616044422052763708' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1616044422052763708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1616044422052763708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-focus-fora-de-foco.html' title='Out of focus / Fora de foco'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SchLkrL6j9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/MTfN6v9wGDo/s72-c/DSC01869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-508220608149635563</id><published>2009-03-13T18:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:02:06.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dat ole box / A velha caixa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SbrXZEeqXwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AfcFwb9po-s/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SbrXZEeqXwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AfcFwb9po-s/s400/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312795536135970562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Telas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini conto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existia vida antes da televisão? Não! Seres humanos foram removidos do dormente fastio da Filosofia, Literatura e Política para sentirem-se vivos e libertos pela barreira vitrificada côncava desse aparelho que troca cabeças por verdades virtuais – ainda temos o poder do liga/desliga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short short story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there life before television? No! Human beings were removed from the dormant dullness of Philosophy, Literature and Politics to feel alive and free by the concave vitrified barrier of this device that switches heads for virtual truths – do we still have the on/off power?&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/8946520503478918956-508220608149635563?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/508220608149635563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=508220608149635563' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/508220608149635563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/508220608149635563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/03/dat-ole-box-velha-caixa.html' title='Dat ole box / A velha caixa'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SbrXZEeqXwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AfcFwb9po-s/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-8254128014771678616</id><published>2009-02-12T19:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:43:38.244-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with Big Brother / Abaixo o Grande Irmão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SZSatysa-LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_B_QkTevxic/s1600-h/DSC02836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SZSatysa-LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_B_QkTevxic/s400/DSC02836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302032772814796978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All-seeing eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O olho que tudo vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People watched George Orwell’s dystopia in the eyes that see all. As they try to hide themselves in a virtual freedom, they find the doublethink and eventually joined the chaotic system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas assistiram a distopia de George Orwell nos olhos que viam tudo. À medida que tentavam se esconder em uma liberdade virtual, eles se depararam com o duplipensar e, ao final, uniam-se ao caótico sistema.&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/8946520503478918956-8254128014771678616?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8254128014771678616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=8254128014771678616' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8254128014771678616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8254128014771678616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/02/caption-all-seeing-eye-legenda-o-olho.html' title='Down with Big Brother / Abaixo o Grande Irmão'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SZSatysa-LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_B_QkTevxic/s72-c/DSC02836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6230876795267141136</id><published>2009-02-08T20:14:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:16:31.676-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystallized thoughts / Pensamentos cristalizados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SY9dT83gVVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ohrkOGHwPpw/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SY9dT83gVVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ohrkOGHwPpw/s400/DSC02747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300557883776193874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crystal clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claro como água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“All that glitters is not gold”, so the Bard said. Sometimes it is something much better than gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nem tudo que reluz é ouro”, era o que o Bardo dizia. Às vezes, é algo muito melhor do que ouro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8946520503478918956-6230876795267141136?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6230876795267141136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6230876795267141136' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6230876795267141136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6230876795267141136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/02/crystallized-thoughts-pensamentos.html' title='Crystallized thoughts / Pensamentos cristalizados'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SY9dT83gVVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ohrkOGHwPpw/s72-c/DSC02747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-3783770749642791987</id><published>2009-01-26T10:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:59:44.168-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confucius or confused? / Confúcio ou confuso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SX2zooIvCEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/r7la1aFMVaM/s1600-h/DSC02970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SX2zooIvCEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/r7la1aFMVaM/s400/DSC02970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295586247407765570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Involution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Involução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The lack of sensibility makes us crash into each other, just so, at least, there is some kind of touch among the beings that live in this world. And, without noticing, we are our own worst enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falta de sensibilidade faz-nos chocar uns nos outros para que, pelo menos, haja algum tipo de toque entre os seres que vivem nesse mundo. E, sem perceber, somos nossos piores inimigos.&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/8946520503478918956-3783770749642791987?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3783770749642791987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=3783770749642791987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3783770749642791987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3783770749642791987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/01/confucius-or-confused-confcio-ou.html' title='Confucius or confused? / Confúcio ou confuso?'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SX2zooIvCEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/r7la1aFMVaM/s72-c/DSC02970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5221237476548154711</id><published>2009-01-22T21:56:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:05:46.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be / Ser ou não ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SXkIytHIVTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FbF1uiQ61bo/s1600-h/DSC02648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SXkIytHIVTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FbF1uiQ61bo/s400/DSC02648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294272504146711858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes, a dualidade pode se dar não em reconhecer dois caminhos a seguir, mas em duas formas de ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, the duality may lie not in acknowledge two paths to follow, but in two forms of being.&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/8946520503478918956-5221237476548154711?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5221237476548154711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5221237476548154711' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5221237476548154711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5221237476548154711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-or-not-to-be-ser-ou-no-ser.html' title='To be or not to be / Ser ou não ser'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SXkIytHIVTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FbF1uiQ61bo/s72-c/DSC02648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-8771524092504771990</id><published>2009-01-04T12:45:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:05:22.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless / Atemporal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SWDNPTwxCsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fiM1fuTspQY/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SWDNPTwxCsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fiM1fuTspQY/s400/DSC01929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287451625419508418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caption:&lt;/span&gt; Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legenda:&lt;/span&gt; As horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn't belong to us. We need less time to start to think for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não nos pertence. Nós precisamos de menos tempo para começarmos a pensar por nós mesmos.&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/8946520503478918956-8771524092504771990?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8771524092504771990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=8771524092504771990' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8771524092504771990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8771524092504771990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2009/01/timeless-atemporal.html' title='Timeless / Atemporal'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SWDNPTwxCsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fiM1fuTspQY/s72-c/DSC01929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-485360718299995281</id><published>2008-12-03T11:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:21:41.925-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time / Época de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/STaHmJZ3f5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/gcL3PFCZWRo/s1600-h/DSC02039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/STaHmJZ3f5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/gcL3PFCZWRo/s400/DSC02039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275553102940307346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy of man’s desiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alegria dos homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someday men will become children on Christmas and they’ll sing christmas carols with solemnity and joy and won’t be thinking of advertising. And they will give presents to the people they love just because of love and not because they want something in exchange. And they’ll believe, even just for a day, in Santa Claus and won’t be whining about the lack of christmas spirit. And their reason will be replaced by a fine desire of being among some certain wise men from the East. And every glow in the trees and houses decoration may be a symbol of the very glow in the eyes of the ones who define Christmas as a fulfillment of something bigger than mankind. And they will be back home to celebrate the greatest event of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum dia os homens se tornarão crianças no Natal e cantarão as músicas natalinas com solenidade e alegria e não com o pensamento no comércio. E eles darão presentes às pessoas que amam por causa do amor e não pela necessidade de receber algo em troca. E vão acreditar, nem que por um dia, que o Papai Noel existe e não vão ficar lamentando a falta de espírito natalino. E sua razão cederá espaço para um fino desejo de estar entre certos nobres reis orientais. E cada brilho das árvores e dos enfeites das casas possa ser um símbolo do brilho dos olhos daqueles que definem o Natal como o cumprimento de algo maior que a humanidade. E voltarão para a casa para celebrar o maior acontecimento de todos.&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/8946520503478918956-485360718299995281?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/485360718299995281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=485360718299995281' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/485360718299995281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/485360718299995281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-poca-de-natal.html' title='Christmas time / Época de Natal'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/STaHmJZ3f5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/gcL3PFCZWRo/s72-c/DSC02039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5423743364730725900</id><published>2008-10-29T17:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:47:05.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood, sweat and tears / Sangue, suor e lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SQi6KvwYtwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ooNQj-8kOSg/s1600-h/DSC09731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SQi6KvwYtwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ooNQj-8kOSg/s400/DSC09731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262660858363295490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hard times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tempos difíceis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Scripture suggests us that many run for a prize that won’t last. How far would you go to stand up and suffer for a concept? Blood, sweat and tears are the elements that form the idea of actually running for something like your life would depend on it. Blood represents your physical struggles and your way of showing how people can be so similar and, at the same time, so different; sweat, when you give yourself and don’t have anything back; and tears, when you want to be strong and realizes you’re weak and you’d rather be like that because you wish things were different. Would you go that far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Escritura Sagrada sugere que muitos correm por um prêmio que não dura muito tempo. Até onde você iria para defender e sofrer por um conceito? Sangue, suor e lágrima são os elementos que compõem a idéia de realmente correr por algo como se sua vida dependesse disso. O sangue representa suas lutas físicas e sua maneira de mostrar como as pessoas são tão parecidas e, ao mesmo tempo, tão diferentes; suor, quando você doa a si mesmo e não recebe nada em troca; e lágrimas, quando você quer ser forte e se dá conta que você é fraco e que prefere ser assim, pois você deseja que as coisas fossem diferentes. Até onde você iria?&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/8946520503478918956-5423743364730725900?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5423743364730725900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5423743364730725900' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5423743364730725900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5423743364730725900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/10/blood-sweat-and-tears-sangue-suor-e.html' title='Blood, sweat and tears / Sangue, suor e lágrimas'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SQi6KvwYtwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ooNQj-8kOSg/s72-c/DSC09731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6065169498999957920</id><published>2008-10-12T11:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:49:52.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet on the bridge / Encontrar-se na ponte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SPILYBWT0EI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7VS1AuG_4V0/s1600-h/DSC01830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SPILYBWT0EI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7VS1AuG_4V0/s400/DSC01830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256276222401564738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Build a bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Construir uma ponte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s work hand in hand all across this land&lt;br /&gt;I know we can build a bridge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vamos trabalhar de mãos dadas através de toda essa terra&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que nós podemos construir uma ponte".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-6065169498999957920?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6065169498999957920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6065169498999957920' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6065169498999957920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6065169498999957920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-on-bridge-encontrar-se-na-ponte.html' title='Meet on the bridge / Encontrar-se na ponte'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SPILYBWT0EI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7VS1AuG_4V0/s72-c/DSC01830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6252277022109321630</id><published>2008-09-29T17:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:32:11.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and down / Para cima e para baixo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SOE60pZAcxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/R1q9d5t8fnM/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251543316629058322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SOE60pZAcxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/R1q9d5t8fnM/s400/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caption: &lt;strong&gt;Skin deep&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;Legenda: &lt;strong&gt;Superficial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Birds that don't sow or reap display their beauty to the world and rarely go back to the sky. They belong to the ground, as good as the ones who please them. People stare and cannot look away because they want to be just like the birds and only death will stop them from doing it. Nobody wants to go where the eagles dare - something keeps them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os pássaros que não semeiam nem colhem exibem suas belezas para o mundo e raramente voltam para o céu. Eles pertencem ao solo, tanto quanto aqueles que os agradam. As pessoas olham fixamente e não conseguem desviar o olhar pois querem ser como os pássaros e somente a morte os impedirá de fazerem isso. Ninguém quer ir onde as águias ousam ir - algo os mantém embaixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-6252277022109321630?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6252277022109321630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6252277022109321630' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6252277022109321630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6252277022109321630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/09/up-and-down-para-cima-e-para-baixo.html' title='Up and down / Para cima e para baixo'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SOE60pZAcxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/R1q9d5t8fnM/s72-c/DSC00545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5823591669688576993</id><published>2008-09-12T13:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:13:37.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Play it once, Sam - Toque mais uma vez, Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SMqbT-kJNbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/APao8wRpMMU/s1600-h/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SMqbT-kJNbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/APao8wRpMMU/s400/DSC01442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245175483540780466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music to live by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Música para a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You might not know, you might find it nonsense, but the world today needs someone who dances for no reason to show people with no music in their lives how their hearts need a rhythm to every beat. The one who doesn't bring a song inside theirselves can't be trusted. There's a fine line between insanity and our higher reality: our fragile attitude of thinking that everything is justificated by a static reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode não saber, pode achar sem sentido, mas o mundo necessita de alguém que dance sem motivo para mostrar às pessoas que não tem música em suas vidas como seus corações precisam de um ritmo para cada batimento. Aquele que não traz uma canção dentro de si mesmo não é digno de confiança. Existe uma fina linha entre a insanidade e a realidade superior: nossa frágil atitude de pensar que tudo é justificado pela estática razão.&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/8946520503478918956-5823591669688576993?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5823591669688576993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5823591669688576993' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5823591669688576993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5823591669688576993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/09/play-it-once-sam-toque-mais-uma-vez-sam.html' title='Play it once, Sam - Toque mais uma vez, Sam'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SMqbT-kJNbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/APao8wRpMMU/s72-c/DSC01442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5122395201992080062</id><published>2008-09-12T13:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:25:57.731-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions - Visões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SMqX8pMGjoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PSSXqqDuhpM/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SMqX8pMGjoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PSSXqqDuhpM/s400/DSC01481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245171784130924162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pense adiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes we have to look what is ahead of us to consider and understand what's near to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes nós temos que olhar o que está adiante de nós para considerar e compreender o que está próximo de nós.&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/8946520503478918956-5122395201992080062?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5122395201992080062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5122395201992080062' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5122395201992080062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5122395201992080062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/09/visions-vises.html' title='Visions - Visões'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SMqX8pMGjoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PSSXqqDuhpM/s72-c/DSC01481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6472563350647513743</id><published>2008-07-30T12:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:51.628-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind travels / A mente viaja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SJCPZRnSCEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZVyeZb-CzpQ/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SJCPZRnSCEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZVyeZb-CzpQ/s400/DSC01411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228836831764809794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lantz's vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A visão de Lantz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let your process of achieving maturity hinder your desire of seeing the woodpecker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que o seu processo de atingir maturidade impeça o seu desejo de ver o Pica-pau.&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/8946520503478918956-6472563350647513743?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6472563350647513743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6472563350647513743' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6472563350647513743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6472563350647513743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/07/mind-travels-mente-viaja.html' title='Mind travels / A mente viaja'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SJCPZRnSCEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZVyeZb-CzpQ/s72-c/DSC01411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-7754662114069670986</id><published>2008-07-07T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:51.745-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Owners of the sea / Donos do mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SHGIIr6r7_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/FaDpnNMi6gU/s1600-h/Anchor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SHGIIr6r7_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/FaDpnNMi6gU/s400/Anchor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220103125908320242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alma negra*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark soul*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the pirates really exist or they were just a projection of our delusional desires of wilderness, power sensation and the anywhere shipping freedom feeling? It is claimed that pirates had existed some centuries ago and they fought battles with their old ships and always displaying their techniques for navigating. Legend has it that pirates would bury valuable treasures to hide from their enemies and after while they would dig up the hidden treasure by using a map. However, those who would help pirates to dig up the treasure had to be killed right after, so this way no one would actually know where the treasure was. Sometimes we’re the dark soul – the pirate who demands to other people find where the real treasure is and show them the way of getting it, but the profit goes to only one person. In certain situations someone could have a map (a slight idea of their goal) and they’re dissuaded from doing what they were trying to reach, once it is somehow forbidden for them to have any benefit with it. We’re pirates with a dark soul, half-blinded, sailing with haunted ships that are filled with our distress and anxiety to feel just for one moment that we’re different when, in fact, we’re not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Main theme based on Roberto Gómez Bolaños’ El Chapulín Colorado TV show episode entitled “Los Piratas”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os piratas realmente existiram ou foram apenas uma projeção de nosso desejo ilusório de selvageria, sensação de poder e o sentimento de liberdade de poder navegar para qualquer lugar? Dizem que os piratas existiam alguns séculos atrás e travavam batalhas com seus navios antigos e sempre exibindo suas técnicas de navegação. Diz a lenda que os piratas enterravam valiosos tesouros para esconder de seus inimigos e, depois de um tempo, eles desenterravam o tesouro escondido usando um mapa. No entanto, aqueles que ajudavam os piratas a desenterrar o tesouro tinham que ser mortos logo após, para que dessa maneira ninguém soubesse realmente onde estava o tesouro. Às vezes somos o alma negra – o pirata que exige que as outras pessoas encontrem onde o real tesouro está e mostra-os a maneira como chegar à ele, mas o lucro vai para apenas uma única pessoa. Em certas situações alguém pode ter um mapa (uma pálida noção de seu objetivo) e são dissuadidos de fazer aquilo que estavam tentando alcançar, uma vez que, de alguma forma, fica proibido para eles ter qualquer benefício com isso. Somos piratas com uma alma negra, cegos de um dos olhos, navegando com navios mal-assombrados que estão cheios de nossas angústias e ansiedades de sentir por apenas um momento que somos diferentes quando, na verdade, não somos nem um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Tema principal baseado no episódio intitulado “Os piratas” do seriado de TV Chapolin Colorado de Roberto Gómez Bolaños.&lt;/span&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/8946520503478918956-7754662114069670986?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7754662114069670986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=7754662114069670986' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7754662114069670986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7754662114069670986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/07/legenda-alma-negra-caption-dark-soul.html' title='Owners of the sea / Donos do mar'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SHGIIr6r7_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/FaDpnNMi6gU/s72-c/Anchor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-796966672199318353</id><published>2008-06-18T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:52.074-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O passado atual / The current past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SFlmW801LsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1fczuYb09-c/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SFlmW801LsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1fczuYb09-c/s400/DSC01225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213310588128931522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charqueadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charqueadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you want to runaway from your regular point of view? Eyes that are tired of the plainness of the things can now behold a whole different perspective as they see a part of the history that they have never seen before. That’s the dense concept of new: different from anything you’ve ever seen and it changes you. Look at the past and learn from it: sometimes you bring back the former days, but you do it in such a current way that brings it out new concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde você vai quando quer fugir do ponto de vista comum? Olhos que estão cansados da mesmice das coisas podem avistar uma perspectiva completamente diferente, à medida que vêem uma parte da história que nunca viram antes. Esse é o denso conceito de novo: diferente de tudo que você já viu e isso o modifica. Olhe para o passado e aprenda por ele: às vezes você traz de volta os dias passados, mas você o faz de uma forma tão atual que traz à tona novos conceitos.&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/8946520503478918956-796966672199318353?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/796966672199318353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=796966672199318353' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/796966672199318353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/796966672199318353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-passado-atual-current-past.html' title='O passado atual / The current past'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SFlmW801LsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1fczuYb09-c/s72-c/DSC01225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-1076939632149461288</id><published>2008-04-24T13:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:52.259-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk the talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SBC9HhzA8TI/AAAAAAAAAJk/smMLtFRxN2M/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SBC9HhzA8TI/AAAAAAAAAJk/smMLtFRxN2M/s400/DSC00976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192858307387257138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Números antigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we talk, the less we know each other. We can’t count how many ways of communication we have nowadays and how little we know about people’s lives and their personalities. If we look back, we see how simple life was at that time when people used to pay visits and meet someone on the street. Where are these values today? We don’t chat, we don’t greet on the street and we don’t stop by just to say “hi”, only because we’re too busy for anything. In a way, an old telephone would make us closer than any modern way of communication would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais nós nos falamos, menos conhecemos um ao outro. São incontáveis os meios de comunicação que temos hoje em dia e quão pouco nós sabemos sobre a vida e a personalidade das pessoas. Se olharmos para o passado, nós vamos ver quão simples era a vida naquele tempo quando se costumava fazer visitas e encontrar pessoas na rua. Onde estão esses valores hoje? Nós não batemos papo, não cumprimentamos na rua e não damos uma passada só para dar “oi”, apenas porque estamos ocupados demais para qualquer coisa. De certa forma, um velho telefone nos aproximaria mais do que qualquer forma de comunicação moderna faria.&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/8946520503478918956-1076939632149461288?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1076939632149461288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=1076939632149461288' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1076939632149461288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1076939632149461288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/04/talk-talk.html' title='Talk the talk'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SBC9HhzA8TI/AAAAAAAAAJk/smMLtFRxN2M/s72-c/DSC00976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6140641480723790643</id><published>2008-04-11T11:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:52.378-02:00</updated><title type='text'>“What the world needs now” / "O que o mundo precisa agora"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R_95LTaVPSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RSV9V7T-tvQ/s1600-h/DSC00048-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R_95LTaVPSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RSV9V7T-tvQ/s400/DSC00048-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187998530850340130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgotten escapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refúgios esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We dream of different houses carefully designed for our complete safety. We go deep into urban jungles to just get a piece of what the real world would be like, when, in fact, we’re losing the essential of everything. People get used to the artificial and forget that the most important things can’t be reproduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhamos com casas diferentes desenhadas cuidadosamente para nossa completa segurança. Nós nos infiltramos em selvas urbanas somente para termos uma idéia de como seria o mundo real, quando, na realidade, estamos perdendo a essência de tudo. As pessoas se acostumam com o artificial e esquecem que as coisas mais importantes não podem ser reproduzidas.&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/8946520503478918956-6140641480723790643?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6140641480723790643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6140641480723790643' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6140641480723790643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6140641480723790643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-world-needs-now-o-que-o-mundo.html' title='“What the world needs now” / &quot;O que o mundo precisa agora&quot;'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R_95LTaVPSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RSV9V7T-tvQ/s72-c/DSC00048-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-5161362167219454223</id><published>2008-03-06T00:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:52.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'>“Todos os corredores correm...” / “All the runners run...”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R89k1ffpCWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5ltdgN6OisM/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R89k1ffpCWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5ltdgN6OisM/s400/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174465367022045538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O jogo começou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game’s on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um jogo. Estamos aqui para competir. Não que estejamos numa competição uns com os outros, mas que todos temos oportunidades de tentar, de estarmos no jogo. Temos vitórias e temos derrotas, mas, ao contrário do que se pensa, ninguém nunca perde, apenas desiste de jogar. E como em um jogo, todos os nossos movimentos determinam como serão os movimentos dos outros participantes e tudo o que fazemos sempre é significativo, uma vez que o vencedor não é aquele que recebe a coroa de louros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s a game. We’re here to compete. It’s not that we’re in a competition among each other, but that everybody has opportunities to try, to be in the game. We have victories and we have defeats, but, on the contrary of what people think, nobody loses, they just give up playing. And just like in a game, all our movements determine how the other players’ movements will be and everything we do is significant, once the winner isn’t the one that receives the laurel wreath.&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/8946520503478918956-5161362167219454223?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5161362167219454223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=5161362167219454223' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5161362167219454223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/5161362167219454223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/03/legenda-o-jogo-comeou-caption-games-on.html' title='“Todos os corredores correm...” / “All the runners run...”'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R89k1ffpCWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5ltdgN6OisM/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4549390770719189686</id><published>2008-02-14T17:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:52.655-02:00</updated><title type='text'>“O choro pode durar uma noite…”  / “Weeping may remain for a night...”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R7SYbbr-CXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6KCd5zNJlh0/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R7SYbbr-CXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6KCd5zNJlh0/s400/DSC00537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166922269556869490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you want to know, and this is the basis of anything, the very way to someone’s heart, you will easily find it between the first and the second tear that they drop for something that really mean to them. As you see only the remains, don’t you miss the ship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser saber, e isso é a base de qualquer coisa, o exato caminho para o coração de alguém, você poderá facilmente encontrar entre a primeira e a segunda lágrima que essa pessoa derramará por algo que realmente faz sentido. Ao ver apenas os restos, você não sente falta do navio?&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/8946520503478918956-4549390770719189686?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4549390770719189686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4549390770719189686' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4549390770719189686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4549390770719189686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/02/legenda-restos-caption-remains-if-you.html' title='“O choro pode durar uma noite…”  / “Weeping may remain for a night...”'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R7SYbbr-CXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6KCd5zNJlh0/s72-c/DSC00537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-3219072121647496281</id><published>2008-01-29T13:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:52.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cai o pano / The curtain falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R59UL-C69iI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wNSljpezm9Y/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R59UL-C69iI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wNSljpezm9Y/s400/DSC00691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160936262600422946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O palco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Caption:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu lembro que foi o Bardo que dizia que o mundo era um palco e que os homens e as mulheres eram meros artistas. Esse conceito é interessante ao vermos os tipos de pessoas que existem. Temos pessoas metódicas que passam a vida inteira fazendo as mesmas coisas todos os dias e que, por isso, são atores simples que não criam, mas que também não desfazem nada; temos os atores criativos, pessoas que querem abrilhantar seus papéis com a busca de novas idéias; é claro que temos os péssimos atores que não querem viver seu papel e que acabam tentando sabotar a peça toda, mas que ao fim apenas conseguem a sua própria ruína; ainda temos aqueles que no seu ímpeto criativo, fogem do tema da peça com suas interpretações exageradas. No entanto, todos estes mencionados são atores e lhes é dado uma oportunidade na peça. E o Bardo completa dizendo que esses atores entram e saem, pois cada um tem o seu tempo. Todos têm oportunidades de mostrar seu desempenho e agradar o público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that it was the Bard who said that all the world’s a stage and that all the men and women were merely players. This concept is interesting when we see all kinds of people that exist. We have methodical people who spend their entire life doing the same things every day and so, because of that, they are ordinary players that don’t create anything, but they don’t annul anything as well; we have creative players, people who want to embellish their parts with the search for new ideas; of course we have awful players that just don’t live their parts and they end up trying to sabotage the whole play, but at the end, they only get their own ruin; we still have the ones that in their creative impulse go far from the play theme in their exaggerated interpretations. However, all these ones who were mentioned are players and it is given to them an opportunity in the play. And the Bard concludes saying that these players have their exits and their entrances, because each one has their time. Everybody has opportunities to show their performance and please the audience.&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/8946520503478918956-3219072121647496281?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3219072121647496281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=3219072121647496281' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3219072121647496281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3219072121647496281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/01/legenda-o-palco-caption-stage-eu-lembro.html' title='Cai o pano / The curtain falls'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R59UL-C69iI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wNSljpezm9Y/s72-c/DSC00691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4890148467536181949</id><published>2008-01-28T10:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:53.018-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feitos de desconhecimento / Made of unknowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R53Q0uC69gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BhBunxfa0GQ/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R53Q0uC69gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BhBunxfa0GQ/s400/DSC00686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160510352168515074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nereidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nereids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não são as ninfas que zelam pelas águas. São as nossas crenças modernas desprovidas de fé que são fadadas ao tangente, o literal, tudo aquilo que se vê. Ficam para as futuras gerações somente belas imagens de uma história que poucos conhecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the nymphs that bestow care on the waters. It’s our modern beliefs without faith that are doomed to tangent, the literal, what we see. It will be left to the future generations only beautiful images of a history that a few know.&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/8946520503478918956-4890148467536181949?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4890148467536181949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4890148467536181949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4890148467536181949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4890148467536181949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2008/01/feitos-de-desconhecimento-made-of.html' title='Feitos de desconhecimento / Made of unknowledge'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R53Q0uC69gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BhBunxfa0GQ/s72-c/DSC00686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-2409829251426102400</id><published>2007-11-25T00:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:53.525-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se os homens fossem pássaros / If men were birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R0jh-RztzKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_VHl0Hp5Tk0/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R0jh-RztzKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_VHl0Hp5Tk0/s400/DSC00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136603835064503458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The concept of free will is fascinating. People want to feel free as a bird. To have feathers instead of a skin that feels all kinds of bad sensations to some fine rain protection; to have definite colors that would attract everybody’s attention, rather than a tissue that changes from one color to another in a matter of seconds, giving an odd appearance; wings to fly to anywhere without being worried about buses, cars, trains and planes tickets – there’s always the possibility of running away from problems or any awkward situation that might come up once in a while; an excellent vision to see what’s far away from a human eye and be prepare for an eventual predator attack; stability for high places, taking risks and feel with no boundaries; a beak to eat only certain things and just a little and from where unique sounds would come out to complaint and demand things all the time. If only men were free…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conceito de livre arbítrio é fascinante. As pessoas querem sentir-se livres como um pássaro. Ter penas em vez de uma pele sensível para todo o tipo de sensações ruins, como uma proteção para a chuva; ter cores definidas que atrairiam a atenção de todos, em vez de um tecido que muda de uma cor para outra em questão de segundos, dando uma estranha aparência; asas para voar para qualquer lugar sem se preocupar com ônibus, carros, trens e passagens de avião – sempre existe a possibilidade de fugir dos problemas ou de qualquer situação constrangedora que possa surgir de vez em quando; uma excelente visão para ver o que está bem longe do alcance do olho humano e estar preparado para um eventual ataque do predador; estabilidade para lugares altos, correr riscos e sentir-se sem limites; um bico para comer somente certas coisas em minúsculas quantidades e de onde sons singulares sairiam para reclamar e exigir coisas todo o tempo. Se ao menos os homens fossem livres...&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/8946520503478918956-2409829251426102400?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2409829251426102400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=2409829251426102400' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2409829251426102400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2409829251426102400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/11/se-os-homens-fossem-pssaros-if-men-were.html' title='Se os homens fossem pássaros / If men were birds'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/R0jh-RztzKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_VHl0Hp5Tk0/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-2279656149996891626</id><published>2007-11-13T03:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:53.930-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração gelado / Cold, cold heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RzkxZR6pTJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yrMdr9YNrME/s1600-h/DSC09692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RzkxZR6pTJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yrMdr9YNrME/s400/DSC09692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132187560741260434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sobre o telhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over the roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitas vezes, nossa visão se acostuma com a neve sobre os telhados das casas e nossa frieza de caráter atinge proporções que fogem do nosso controle. Enquanto o inverno estiver dentro de nós, não importa de onde olhamos, sempre veremos a neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, our sight gets used to the snow over the roof of the houses and the coldness in our character reaches proportions that get out of our control. As long as the winter is within us, it doesn’t matter from where we look, we’ll always see the snow.&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/8946520503478918956-2279656149996891626?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2279656149996891626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=2279656149996891626' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2279656149996891626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2279656149996891626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/11/corao-gelado-cold-cold-heart.html' title='Coração gelado / Cold, cold heart'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RzkxZR6pTJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yrMdr9YNrME/s72-c/DSC09692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4743274392869987467</id><published>2007-10-29T23:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:54.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'>“Nem tudo o que reluz...” /  “All that glisters…”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RyaJ9aK5gvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/H_Y2SsQv9dY/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RyaJ9aK5gvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/H_Y2SsQv9dY/s400/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126936913897947890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idade da pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stone Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A aparência brilhante e distinta e a beleza impecável são as principais características da preciosidade de uma pedra. Pessoas são avaliadas com base nesses mesmos atributos todos os dias. Seres humanos não são pedras, é claro. No entanto, eles insistem em criar conceitos petrificados com padrões feitos de pedra. Esses conceitos são belos e tão interessantes à primeira vista, mas eles nunca mudarão, logo, o mais importante seria o que está pelo lado de fora. Perspicaz é o Bardo que disse, “Minha coroa está no coração, não na minha cabeça”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinctive brilliant appearance and a flawless beauty are the main features of a gemstone preciosity. People are sized up by these same attributes everyday. Human beings aren’t stones, obviously. Yet, they insist to create petrified concepts with patterns made of stone. These concepts look beautiful and so interesting at first sight, but they will never change, so the most important thing would be what is outside. Witty is the Bard who said, “My crown is in my heart, not in my head”.&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/8946520503478918956-4743274392869987467?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4743274392869987467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4743274392869987467' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4743274392869987467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4743274392869987467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/10/nem-tudo-o-que-reluz-all-that-glisters_29.html' title='“Nem tudo o que reluz...” /  “All that glisters…”'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RyaJ9aK5gvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/H_Y2SsQv9dY/s72-c/DSC00274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6805201466378493735</id><published>2007-10-20T17:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:54.322-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não mais Iluminismo / No more Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RxpaWvLIuqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/blGHjpl2ibw/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RxpaWvLIuqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/blGHjpl2ibw/s400/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123506872754158242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os românticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The romantics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most people in the whole world don’t think of dying for someone. In books we learn about those knights who gave up their lives for average people that couldn’t defend themselves; lovers who took their lives just because they didn’t even consider the possibility of going on without the special person that gave them another meaning to their existence. They didn’t change the world, but they changed themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maioria das pessoas do mundo não pensa em morrer por alguém. Nos livros, nós aprendemos sobre cavaleiros que deram suas vidas por pessoas comuns que não podiam defender a si mesmas; amantes que tiraram suas vidas simplesmente porque eles sequer consideravam a possibilidade de continuar sem aquela pessoa especial que dera outro sentido à sua vida. Eles não mudaram o mundo, mas mudaram a si mesmos.&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/8946520503478918956-6805201466378493735?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6805201466378493735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6805201466378493735' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6805201466378493735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6805201466378493735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-mais-iluminismo-no-more.html' title='Não mais Iluminismo / No more Enlightenment'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RxpaWvLIuqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/blGHjpl2ibw/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-8251991915465402979</id><published>2007-10-09T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:54.589-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas tolos se entregam / Only fools rush in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rwr-ofLIupI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Dxjb5V5s7OE/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rwr-ofLIupI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Dxjb5V5s7OE/s400/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119183897976421010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Leste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Mas silêncio! Que luz é essa através daquela janela?&lt;br /&gt;É o Leste e Julieta é o sol”. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Romeu e Julieta Ato II Cena I - William Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Leste representa nossas escolhas racionais de uma maneira que nos deixa seguros. O Leste está sempre lá e sempre estará. Conceitos fáceis não mudam um ser humano. No entanto, existe o sol que nos permite compreender a idéia do que realmente importa. Somente através do vislumbre daquilo que mudaria completamente sua vida é que Romeu permitiu ser vulnerável, não para ser um tolo sentimental, mas para ter certeza de que o amor não é uma pessoa, um casamento, sexo e nem mesmo um mito. O amor está além da sacada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?&lt;br /&gt;It is the east, and Juliet is the sun”. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Romeo and Juliet Act II Scene I - William Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East represents our reasonable choices in a way that makes us safe. The East is always there and it always will. Easy concepts don’t change a human being. However, there’s the sun which allow us to understand the idea of what really matters. Only by gazing into what would completely change his life that Romeo permitted himself to be vulnerable, not to be a sentimental fool, but to be sure that love is not a person, marriage, sex or even a myth. Love is beyond the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-8251991915465402979?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8251991915465402979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=8251991915465402979' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8251991915465402979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8251991915465402979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/10/apenas-tolos-se-entregam-only-fools.html' title='Apenas tolos se entregam / Only fools rush in'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rwr-ofLIupI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Dxjb5V5s7OE/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-3307473610430155482</id><published>2007-09-30T02:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:54.823-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quebrando a perna  /  Breaking a leg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rv8y4iebSmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oeW6qxLbhb4/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115863648624659042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rv8y4iebSmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oeW6qxLbhb4/s400/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;strong&gt;No palco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;strong&gt;On stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“O mundo é um palco...”, era o que o Bardo costumava dizer. Infelizmente, nossa sobriedade politicamente correta nos impede de descobrir que a nossa racionalidade está precisamente na nossa loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The world's a stage…”, that’s what the Bard used to say. Unfortunately, our political incorrect sobriety doesn’t allow us to realize that our reasoning is precisely in our madness.&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/8946520503478918956-3307473610430155482?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3307473610430155482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=3307473610430155482' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3307473610430155482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3307473610430155482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/09/quebrando-perna-breaking-leg.html' title='Quebrando a perna  /  Breaking a leg'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rv8y4iebSmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oeW6qxLbhb4/s72-c/DSC00160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-8489572865530804728</id><published>2007-09-17T22:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:54.956-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Existe uma chama / There is a flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Ru8lgdhxKnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vpdy_GL-HXY/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Ru8lgdhxKnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vpdy_GL-HXY/s400/DSC00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111345341701106290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senhora Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitos filósofos foram condenados por suas próprias idéias pela sociedade em que viveram. Mas as acusações, as afrontas e as dificuldades que passaram não os impediram de ficar firmes pelo que acreditavam, pois, dentro de si mesmos, eles eram livres. Não que essa liberdade possibilitasse fazer tudo que quisessem, mas que pudessem ir atrás de tudo o que acreditassem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many philosophers were condemned because of their own ideas by the society where they lived. But accusations, reproaches and troubles that they went through didn’t hinder themselves from standing up for what they believe, because they were free inside themselves. This freedom wouldn’t mean that they could do whatever they felt like doing it, but it meant that they could go after everything they believed.&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/8946520503478918956-8489572865530804728?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8489572865530804728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=8489572865530804728' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8489572865530804728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8489572865530804728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/09/existe-uma-chama-there-is-flame.html' title='Existe uma chama / There is a flame'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Ru8lgdhxKnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vpdy_GL-HXY/s72-c/DSC00084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-3355083259825553606</id><published>2007-09-14T14:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:55.198-02:00</updated><title type='text'>“...bastante, embora sem prudência;” / “...not wisely but too well;”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RurMYNhxKZI/AAAAAAAAADw/S5DTPi28i4w/s1600-h/Snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RurMYNhxKZI/AAAAAAAAADw/S5DTPi28i4w/s400/Snow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110121443525470610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixe nevar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let it snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Infeliz e malfadada idéia antagônica de coração e mente, já que crescemos acreditando que somos razão: a razão flutuante de Platão ou a substancial de Descartes. E que somos amor. Conta muito bem o drama shakespeariano do amor avassalador que só a morte liberta. Os românticos fogem do Iluminismo de suas vidas para quantificar os amores que a razão escondia. Espera-se um ideal que não existe que está escrito na neve. E a história sempre se repete. Talvez o melhor seja entender que amar é como andar na neve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrettable and disgraceful antagonistic idea of heart and mind, since we grow believing that we are reason: either the floating reason of Plato or the substantial of Descartes. And that we are love. The Shakespearean drama is well told about a wasted love that only death sets it free. The romantics run away from the enlightenment of their lives to quantify the loves that the reason hid. They expect an ideal that doesn’t exist that is written on the snow. And the history always repeats itself. Maybe the best thing would be understand that love is like walking on the snow…&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/8946520503478918956-3355083259825553606?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3355083259825553606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=3355083259825553606' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3355083259825553606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3355083259825553606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/09/bastante-embora-sem-prudncia-not-wisely.html' title='“...bastante, embora sem prudência;” / “...not wisely but too well;”'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RurMYNhxKZI/AAAAAAAAADw/S5DTPi28i4w/s72-c/Snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-3658013045558052630</id><published>2007-09-10T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:55.401-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto cego / Blind spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RuWDiOHR6DI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ds1SENRZZCE/s1600-h/Night+lights.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RuWDiOHR6DI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ds1SENRZZCE/s400/Night+lights.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108633976249116722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luzes da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em dias em que a luz natural é tão subestimada, crescem as luzes da cidade que ferem as nossas retinas cansadas da comodidade artificial de conceitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In days in which the natural light is so underestimated, city lights go out and hurt our retinas that are weary because of the artificial convenience of concepts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-3658013045558052630?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3658013045558052630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=3658013045558052630' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3658013045558052630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/3658013045558052630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/09/ponto-cego-blind-spot.html' title='Ponto cego / Blind spot'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RuWDiOHR6DI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ds1SENRZZCE/s72-c/Night+lights.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-1533201353953881413</id><published>2007-09-06T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:55.572-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Disposto a arriscar / Eager to dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RuA-yeHR6CI/AAAAAAAAADg/tE-TapyqW7E/s1600-h/Spider.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RuA-yeHR6CI/AAAAAAAAADg/tE-TapyqW7E/s400/Spider.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107151014236121122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem teia&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No web service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para alguns, uma frágil folha pode ser a oportunidade de estar em um lugar onde nunca estiveram antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, a fragile leaf can be an opportunity to be in a place where they have never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Nota do tradutor: A palavra “web” significa “teia”, mas também pode se referir à “World Wide Web” (WWW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-1533201353953881413?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1533201353953881413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=1533201353953881413' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1533201353953881413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/1533201353953881413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/09/disposto-arriscar-eager-to-dare.html' title='Disposto a arriscar / Eager to dare'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RuA-yeHR6CI/AAAAAAAAADg/tE-TapyqW7E/s72-c/Spider.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-2557780988536233918</id><published>2007-08-31T23:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:55.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ser ou não ser" / "To be or not to be"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RtjQxOHR6BI/AAAAAAAAADY/O1Or1rZpMZI/s1600-h/Budist_temple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RtjQxOHR6BI/AAAAAAAAADY/O1Or1rZpMZI/s400/Budist_temple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105059721645254674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idéias mortais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deadly ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda existem pessoas que se preocupam em desacreditar das coisas. E os túmulos são reservados para essas filosofias que são enterradas pouco a pouco. Nesses termos, perde-se a natureza do homem segundo Descartes: o pensamento. E segue a descrença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There still are people who are worried with disbelieving things. And the graves are reserved to these philosophies that are buried little by little. In these terms, it is lost the nature of man according to Descartes: the thought. And the disbelief goes on...&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/8946520503478918956-2557780988536233918?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2557780988536233918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=2557780988536233918' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2557780988536233918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/2557780988536233918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/08/ser-ou-no-ser-to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='&quot;Ser ou não ser&quot; / &quot;To be or not to be&quot;'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RtjQxOHR6BI/AAAAAAAAADY/O1Or1rZpMZI/s72-c/Budist_temple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-8975847505556686506</id><published>2007-08-28T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:56.114-02:00</updated><title type='text'>His-story and her-story / A história de todos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RtRrMeHR6AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BjVhxFvk5ZY/s1600-h/IMG_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RtRrMeHR6AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BjVhxFvk5ZY/s400/IMG_1835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103822139703814146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vestígios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vestiges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todos têm uma história. A única diferença é que alguns conhecem essa história. Outros acabam pisando em relíquias e danificando antigas memórias por não conhecerem suas origens. Para estes, até a poeira das estantes sufoca seus pensamentos. Felizmente, sempre encontramos aqueles que valorizam o lugar onde passam, uma vez que vêem nos simples degraus um caminho com roupagem de passado, mas que os coloca no presente, lugar ao qual, por algum motivo, todos nós pertencemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a history. The only difference is that some know their history. Others end up stepping on relics and damaging former memories just because they don’t know their own origins.  To these ones, even the dust in the shelves suffocates their thoughts. Fortunately, we always meet the ones who value the place where they pass, since they see in simple stairs a way in oldish style, but that place them in the present, a place where, for some reason, we all belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Special thanks to Giovana Borba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-8975847505556686506?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8975847505556686506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=8975847505556686506' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8975847505556686506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8975847505556686506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/08/his-story-and-her-story-histria-de.html' title='His-story and her-story / A história de todos'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RtRrMeHR6AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BjVhxFvk5ZY/s72-c/IMG_1835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4075424886325931621</id><published>2007-08-24T23:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:56.817-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Probabilidades / Odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rs-VTOHR5-I/AAAAAAAAADA/sVBjNG1e6lc/s1600-h/Arvore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rs-VTOHR5-I/AAAAAAAAADA/sVBjNG1e6lc/s400/Arvore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102461060272744418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem tudo é o que parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What you see is not what you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se uma árvore cai na floresta e não há nenhum ser vivo por perto para ouvir, ela faz barulho?&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente, a resposta para esta pergunta repousa sobre os dois elementos antagônicos que todos os seres humanos criam para si mesmos: o tangível e o fantástico. Um deles domina sobre o outro nesta cena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a tree falls down in the woods and no living thing is near enough to hear it, does it make a sound?&lt;br /&gt;Probably the answer to this question lies over two antagonistic elements that all human beings create for themselves: the tangible and the fantastic. One dominates the other in this scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-4075424886325931621?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4075424886325931621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4075424886325931621' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4075424886325931621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4075424886325931621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/08/probabilidades-odds.html' title='Probabilidades / Odds'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rs-VTOHR5-I/AAAAAAAAADA/sVBjNG1e6lc/s72-c/Arvore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-7144500966115472245</id><published>2007-08-20T20:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:56.910-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamartia: Falha trágica / Tragic flaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rsok_OHR57I/AAAAAAAAACI/-1_G90VA7qQ/s1600-h/Soldados.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rsok_OHR57I/AAAAAAAAACI/-1_G90VA7qQ/s400/Soldados.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100930196489496498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Legenda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A última aparição do herói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Caption: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hero last appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Enquanto as pessoas se preocupam com os impecáveis heróis de capa e espada, aqueles que morrem pela causa são os que mais cometeram falhas. Porém, nada os impediu de acreditar naquilo pelo qual deram a vida e essas falhas os tornaram mais fortes para levar suas cargas pessoais e também as dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While people are worried with impeccable cloak and dagger heroes, the ones who die for the cause are the ones who most make mistakes. However, nothing kept them from believing in what they gave their lives for and those mistakes made them stronger to carry their personal burdens and the others too.&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/8946520503478918956-7144500966115472245?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7144500966115472245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=7144500966115472245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7144500966115472245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7144500966115472245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/08/hamartia-falha-trgica-tragic-flaw.html' title='Hamartia: Falha trágica / Tragic flaw'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rsok_OHR57I/AAAAAAAAACI/-1_G90VA7qQ/s72-c/Soldados.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-6139657993193959242</id><published>2007-08-16T09:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:57.070-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preto e Branco / Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RsRJjeHR56I/AAAAAAAAACA/9vQu8-c-Zvg/s1600-h/Skyline+BW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RsRJjeHR56I/AAAAAAAAACA/9vQu8-c-Zvg/s400/Skyline+BW.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099281551818090402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes, nossos olhos se cansam do insípido colorido das idéias. Somente a visão monocromática pode trazer a essência das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, our eyes get tired of the tasteless colorful ideas. Only the monochromatic vision can bring the essence of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-6139657993193959242?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6139657993193959242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=6139657993193959242' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6139657993193959242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/6139657993193959242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/08/preto-e-branco-black-and-white.html' title='Preto e Branco / Black and White'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RsRJjeHR56I/AAAAAAAAACA/9vQu8-c-Zvg/s72-c/Skyline+BW.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-4195635710024975053</id><published>2007-08-11T12:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:57.147-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense à frente / Think ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rr3RePJ-j0I/AAAAAAAAABw/1yDJDWi3vj0/s1600-h/DSC09448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rr3RePJ-j0I/AAAAAAAAABw/1yDJDWi3vj0/s400/DSC09448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097460670647930690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Legenda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Asas para aqueles que estão preparados para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Wings for those who are ready to fly&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Existe uma coisa que se vê quando olhamos cuidadosamente no olho do pássaro. Algo que mostra que nossos sonhos e aspirações são feitos da mesma substância do desejo de Ícaro de chegar até o sol. Falamos tanto em bases sólidas e nossas vidas são apoiadas em pensamentos flutuantes. Para um pássaro, não importam as bases: sua determinação vislumbra o universo e o leva ao topo das suas realizações. Perceba que ele está ali naquele fino metal, mas seu olhar está muito adiante.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something that we see when we look carefully at the bird eye. Something that shows that our dreams and aspirations are made of the same substance of Icarus’ desire of getting to the sun. We speak so much about solid basis and our lives are based on floating thoughts. To a bird, it doesn’t matter what the bases are: their determination beholds the universe and takes them to the top of their accomplishments. Note that the bird is over the thin metal, but its look is way much ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-4195635710024975053?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4195635710024975053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=4195635710024975053' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4195635710024975053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/4195635710024975053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/08/pense-frente-think-ahead.html' title='Pense à frente / Think ahead'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/Rr3RePJ-j0I/AAAAAAAAABw/1yDJDWi3vj0/s72-c/DSC09448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-8189757937896186580</id><published>2007-08-08T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:57.259-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca se sabe / We never know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RroB3PJ-jzI/AAAAAAAAABo/nU0PX0zJmIg/s1600-h/DSC09945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096387976795950898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RroB3PJ-jzI/AAAAAAAAABo/nU0PX0zJmIg/s400/DSC09945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legenda:&lt;strong&gt; Quase iguais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;strong&gt;Almost the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por um momento, as pessoas são todas iguais. Como se apenas completassem elementos de um cenário ao nosso redor. Existem pessoas que nós nunca vemos e que passam muito próximas de nós. Não sabemos como são suas vidas e nem as suas intenções. Pessoas com as vidas destruídas, com um pouco de sabedoria ou almas gêmeas e estamos preocupados com o mundo, sem ao menos saber que ele é feito de coisas assim. Por um momento, as pessoas são todas iguais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, people are all the same. As if they are just composing elements of a scenario around us. There are people that we never see that walk very close to us. We don’t know how their lives are like or their intentions. People with ruined lives, with a piece of wisdom or soul mates and we are worried about the world, without at least knowing that it is made of things like this. For a moment, people are all the same…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-8189757937896186580?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8189757937896186580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=8189757937896186580' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8189757937896186580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/8189757937896186580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/08/nunca-se-sabe-we-never-know.html' title='Nunca se sabe / We never know'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RroB3PJ-jzI/AAAAAAAAABo/nU0PX0zJmIg/s72-c/DSC09945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-456551521478440729</id><published>2007-08-06T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:57.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do alto / From above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RrfoSfJ-jyI/AAAAAAAAABg/SZcutI1FYRM/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095796907691642658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RrfoSfJ-jyI/AAAAAAAAABg/SZcutI1FYRM/s400/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Legenda: &lt;strong&gt;Ponto de vista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Caption: &lt;strong&gt;Point of view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As pessoas estão procurando por algo que elas não fazem idéia do que seja. Uma único olhar do alto as faz pensar na vida. É incrível o que você consegue perceber quando os sons do mundo não conseguem perturbá-lo. Infelizmente, somente algumas “cabeças boas” passam algum tempo contemplando o lado de fora para avistar o mundo das idéias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;People are looking for something that they have no idea what it is. One single look from the top makes them think about life. It’s amazing what you can see there when the sounds of the world can’t disturb you. Unfortunately, only a few good heads spend some time gazing outside to behold the world of ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946520503478918956-456551521478440729?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/456551521478440729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=456551521478440729' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/456551521478440729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/456551521478440729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-above-do-alto.html' title='Do alto / From above'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RrfoSfJ-jyI/AAAAAAAAABg/SZcutI1FYRM/s72-c/DSC00128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946520503478918956.post-7314669223877555610</id><published>2007-08-06T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:03:57.732-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro post / The very first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RrecCPJ-jwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y7e6ZfsGZM0/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095713065635057410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RrecCPJ-jwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y7e6ZfsGZM0/s400/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Legenda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A busca incessante por grama verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Caption:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The unceasing search for green grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas aves não se importam com a neve que encobre quase todo o verde. Pelo contrário, elas vão onde ainda existe a grama verde, pois para elas, isso é o mais importante. Não ficam lamentando sobre a neve as dificuldades, mas celebram o que podem desfrutar de bom no momento. E isso as dá força para permanecerem ali, mesmo com o inverno rigoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those birds don’t care about the snow that covers almost all the green. On the contrary, they go where there still is green grass, because to them, this is the most important thing. They don’t weep over the snow their trials, but celebrate what they can enjoy whatever is good at the moment. And that gives them strength to stay there, even with the severe winter.&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/8946520503478918956-7314669223877555610?l=lentesetlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7314669223877555610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946520503478918956&amp;postID=7314669223877555610' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7314669223877555610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946520503478918956/posts/default/7314669223877555610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesetlens.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-primeiro-post-very-first-post.html' title='O primeiro post / The very first post'/><author><name>Lucas Diemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04681222978713555612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/SgsIqgtpn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rI4YTzEN_Gk/S220/Polariod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFBVFT3gi4Q/RrecCPJ-jwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y7e6ZfsGZM0/s72-c/DSC00204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
