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type='html'>letras, sucessos (ou não), vontades, variações, métodos e auto-ajuda.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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term='Fim'/><title type='text'>In The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3M5sanVCdrM/TdewlIZPAWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/aP2VbMECiMU/s1600/gdgsd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3M5sanVCdrM/TdewlIZPAWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/aP2VbMECiMU/s320/gdgsd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609146012868215138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu volto a qualquer dia, momento ou simplesmente quando o meu coração deixar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-1869688964399515194?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3M5sanVCdrM/TdewlIZPAWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/aP2VbMECiMU/s72-c/gdgsd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6197222109159380758</id><published>2011-02-27T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:37:45.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canções'/><title type='text'>Até o próximo fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_nZQlOM2CM/TWr8JQ5onrI/AAAAAAAAA4A/eIuCVjJGts0/s1600/error-796264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_nZQlOM2CM/TWr8JQ5onrI/AAAAAAAAA4A/eIuCVjJGts0/s320/error-796264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578548324537507506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavra repetida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dor gritante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erro à vista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorriso distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e você dizendo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se afaste de mim (ou não)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fique longe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só até o próximo fim (de semana)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;"Nada que nos faça mal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhar penoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canção batida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toque amargo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teu desgosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e você dizendo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se afaste de mim (ou não)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Fique longe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só até o próximo fim (de semana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nada que nos faça mal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procurando algo que não acha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desviando do que não se vê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só queria ser certo, &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;reto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;constante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-6197222109159380758?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6197222109159380758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6197222109159380758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6197222109159380758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6197222109159380758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2011/02/ate-o-proximo-fim.html' title='Até o próximo fim'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_nZQlOM2CM/TWr8JQ5onrI/AAAAAAAAA4A/eIuCVjJGts0/s72-c/error-796264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6246018342223779476</id><published>2011-02-19T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T13:22:43.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simetria Inexata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confunsão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Anti-simetria</title><content type='html'>Vejo teu silencio&lt;div&gt;(e) choro de emoção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compro teu perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(e) jogo pelo chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouço a tua boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;logo após um não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto teus cabelos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sufocando minha pura razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrevo uma letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(e) deixo pelo chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penso no teu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(e) pego na tua mão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a anti-simetria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que vive magoando meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa foi a primeira música que compus para uma banda tocar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Confesso que gosto dela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Letra simples que mostra a diferença entre pensar e fazer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Muitas vezes me sinto assim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Na verdade, é uma coisa bem comum em minha vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pensar &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;≠ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agir no meu caso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Todo bocó!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Segue o video da música executada pela banda Simetria Inexata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;banda que fiz parte durante alguns meses (ou anos?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://il.youtube.com/watch?v=l5Lhh_382ho"&gt;http://il.youtube.com/watch?v=l5Lhh_382ho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-6246018342223779476?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6246018342223779476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6246018342223779476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6246018342223779476'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/TMjHM7iA_mI/AAAAAAAAA1U/2SbfwnSio68/s1600/touch_me__by_esjot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/TMjHM7iA_mI/AAAAAAAAA1U/2SbfwnSio68/s320/touch_me__by_esjot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532891167177375330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vejo você se tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poesia tão só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teus dedos tentam te matar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem conversar após.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E me coloca no ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixa ser teu par&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sinto força na tua voz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você falando de nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teu lábio chega a me encerrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vê meu riso de sol?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E me coloca a par&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixa ser teu ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E me coloca no ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixa ser teu par&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Misses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-9080807729031946276?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/9080807729031946276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=9080807729031946276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/9080807729031946276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/9080807729031946276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-ar.html' title='No Ar'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/TMjHM7iA_mI/AAAAAAAAA1U/2SbfwnSio68/s72-c/touch_me__by_esjot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-2579274960095308765</id><published>2010-08-04T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:39:38.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebida'/><title type='text'>Chá de fraldas de Adelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/TFmlxyZFQ2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/_kehZmA3wMA/s1600/ch%C3%A1+de+fralda+adelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/TFmlxyZFQ2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/_kehZmA3wMA/s320/ch%C3%A1+de+fralda+adelle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501610694568919906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/08 (Domingo), às 11hs. Feijoada e Refrigerante. Restaurante da Kássia.&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/2312893030935571632-2579274960095308765?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/2579274960095308765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=2579274960095308765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2579274960095308765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2579274960095308765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/08/cha-de-fraldas-de-adelle.html' title='Chá de fraldas de Adelle'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/TFmlxyZFQ2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/_kehZmA3wMA/s72-c/ch%C3%A1+de+fralda+adelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-715115506714667775</id><published>2010-05-25T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:38:54.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vista Aérea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S_wATOTHPgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/44H3yGyx2bk/s1600/ist2_8568587-listening-radio-748306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S_wATOTHPgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/44H3yGyx2bk/s320/ist2_8568587-listening-radio-748306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475251577231457794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já faz algum tempo que uma determinada música não me dá um gás.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faz tempo que não me pego pensando em mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que não me pego pensando em nada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nas pessoas passando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na cores que existem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nos ruídos que me cercam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No que poderia ter feito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou desistido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já faz algum tempo que uma determinada música não me dá calor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faz tempo que não me pego chorando por mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que não me pego fazendo por nada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nas pessoas sorrindo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na dor que existe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nos abraços que me cercam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No que poderia ter dito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou permitido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já faz algum tempo que uma determinada música não me dá amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faz tempo que não me pego orando por mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que não me pego sorrindo por nada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nos meus filhos dormindo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na amor que resiste&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nas certezas que me cercam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No que poderia ter sido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou acontecido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Confesso que incomoda tanto, que chega a ser bom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm standing at the gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I see the beauty above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3Ac3Pc8etA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3Ac3Pc8etA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-715115506714667775?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/715115506714667775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=715115506714667775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/715115506714667775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/715115506714667775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/05/vista-aerea.html' title='A Vista Aérea'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S_wATOTHPgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/44H3yGyx2bk/s72-c/ist2_8568587-listening-radio-748306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-4834677252210872004</id><published>2010-05-23T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:37:38.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Misses'/><title type='text'>Roda Gigante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S_mwK83FtOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/8KTPfg-1PtA/s1600/brincar_na_areia_by_CarolinaMaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S_mwK83FtOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/8KTPfg-1PtA/s320/brincar_na_areia_by_CarolinaMaria.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474600524227917026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ei! veja uma borboleta branca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bem no teu cabelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se olhe no espelho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;antes dela voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que a magia se esconde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no sorriso da criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vem cair na dança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;antes do sol levantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ei! Vem brincar na areia preta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixe de besteira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faça uma brincadeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;antes da chuva parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se encosta no meu peito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vamos trocar de segredos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sente o cheiro de pipoca?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me deixa ir agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou pra roda gigante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do alto, te mando um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma forma interessante de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brincar como gente grande.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-4834677252210872004?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/4834677252210872004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=4834677252210872004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4834677252210872004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4834677252210872004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/05/roda-gigante.html' title='Roda Gigante'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S_mwK83FtOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/8KTPfg-1PtA/s72-c/brincar_na_areia_by_CarolinaMaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1142190293550992895</id><published>2010-05-10T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T02:33:22.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Misses'/><title type='text'>Abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S-fSlhAHPxI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AesyP3N93pM/s1600/3abb908fdd6e4ce4f7ee4853dab53a03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S-fSlhAHPxI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AesyP3N93pM/s320/3abb908fdd6e4ce4f7ee4853dab53a03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469571814420594450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu bem, se enrola em meus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se finja de laço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me envolve em calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, sem dó, sem medida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se mostra uma trilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra mim, seu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu bem, se finja de braço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me faz o teu laço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retira essa dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, me deixa cansado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me faz um afago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixa em torpor&lt;/div&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/2312893030935571632-1142190293550992895?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/1142190293550992895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=1142190293550992895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1142190293550992895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1142190293550992895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/05/abraco.html' title='Abraço'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S-fSlhAHPxI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AesyP3N93pM/s72-c/3abb908fdd6e4ce4f7ee4853dab53a03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-8611813144003852689</id><published>2010-05-08T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:39:59.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banda The PIVOS | Lançamento do Single 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S-VoqVkR2wI/AAAAAAAAAvk/TdnJe2lH9R4/s1600/Frente+PIVOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S-VoqVkR2wI/AAAAAAAAAvk/TdnJe2lH9R4/s320/Frente+PIVOS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468892399064439554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Em 2008 a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The PIVOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; inicia suas atividades na cidade de Camaçari/Ba, de forma muito energética e divertida. Um power trio muito visceral e coeso tendo como influências bandas de punk rock 77'  tem arrancado bons comentários do público em suas apresentações. Esse mês a banda estará lançando seu primeiro single: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The PIVOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;, será lançado VIRTUALMENTE pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;BRECHÓ DISCOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; com apoio de vários sites/blog's/revistas... O single antecede o lançamento do EP que provavelmente deverá sair entre junho/julho de 2010. A banda tem se destacado no cenário, tocando em vários shows/festivais em salvador, região metropolitana e interior baiano, tendo inclusive recebido convites para festivais em outros estados. Taí a oportunidade de ouvir um bom punk rock simples e direto sem doer os ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link para BAIXAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zn2mhm4yyr2"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?zn2mhm4yyr2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-8611813144003852689?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/8611813144003852689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=8611813144003852689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8611813144003852689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8611813144003852689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/05/banda-pivos-lancamento-do-single-2010.html' title='Banda The PIVOS | Lançamento do Single 2010'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S-VoqVkR2wI/AAAAAAAAAvk/TdnJe2lH9R4/s72-c/Frente+PIVOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7598142484217767230</id><published>2010-05-03T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:30:16.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu e Você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guimas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Adelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S99_vudSIkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/cyAg5laneCk/s1600/Adelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S99_vudSIkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/cyAg5laneCk/s320/Adelle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467228930552504898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Porque parece que estou sendo p&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;ai pela primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque não pude conter o riso quando ouvi: "É uma menina!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque é lindo ver essa barriga redonda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque até o enjôo fica interessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque você ainda continua sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque é novo ver você segurar a barriga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque eu tenho certeza que ela será a mais linda de todas os Guimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't believe in many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But in you I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-7598142484217767230?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7598142484217767230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7598142484217767230&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7598142484217767230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7598142484217767230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/05/adelle.html' title='Adelle'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S99_vudSIkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/cyAg5laneCk/s72-c/Adelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-2676310597261592402</id><published>2010-05-02T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:31:02.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momo'/><title type='text'>...pra filtrar o seu sangue azedo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S94_7dmI0zI/AAAAAAAAAvU/RW2QBv58_cw/s1600/d51ca9ef053b9b7d998a7edcc219cbbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S94_7dmI0zI/AAAAAAAAAvU/RW2QBv58_cw/s320/d51ca9ef053b9b7d998a7edcc219cbbd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466877288463782706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quisera, meu amor, te abrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra curar seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te cortar pra filtrar o seu sangue azedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A flor vai dobrar o seu punhal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despedaçar na sua mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O espinho desaguou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A flor vai dobrar o seu punhal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pudera, meu amor, te invadir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consertar seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te apertar, te espremer pra expelir seu medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A flor vai dobrar o seu punhal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despedaçar na sua mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O espinho desaguou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A flor vai dobrar o seu punhal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;como não se render a uma coisa dessas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-2676310597261592402?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/2676310597261592402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=2676310597261592402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2676310597261592402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2676310597261592402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/05/pra-filtrar-o-seu-sangue-azedo.html' title='...pra filtrar o seu sangue azedo.'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S94_7dmI0zI/AAAAAAAAAvU/RW2QBv58_cw/s72-c/d51ca9ef053b9b7d998a7edcc219cbbd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-8621713111995253277</id><published>2010-04-13T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T05:31:46.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONCORRAM A INGRESSOS para o Metropolitan Rock 3ª Edição (Camaçari - Bahia) Promovido pelo Site Nossa Metropole</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S8RkMrdeF2I/AAAAAAAAAuw/0LT5IROw02o/s1600/thepivos-706698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S8RkMrdeF2I/AAAAAAAAAuw/0LT5IROw02o/s320/thepivos-706698.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459598817267423074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=Section1&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;O SITE NOSSA METROPOLE  ESTÁ SORTEANDO 2 INGRESSOS PARA O METROPOLITAN ROCK 3ª EDIÇÃO.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;SAIBA COMO, AQUI: &lt;a  href="http://www.nossametropole.com.br/lista-completa-agenda-cultural/10535--nossa-metropole-sorteia-ingressos-para-metropolitan-rock.html"&gt;http://www.nossametropole.com.br/lista-completa-agenda-cultural/10535--nossa-metropole-sorteia-ingressos-para-metropolitan-rock.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Metropolitan Rock 3ª edição  (Camaçari – Bahia) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:  "Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;a  href="http://www.nossametropole.com.br/noticias-cultura/10461-metropolitan-rock-3o-edicao-acontece-proximo-domingo-.html"&gt;http://www.nossametropole.com.br/noticias-cultura/10461-metropolitan-rock-3o-edicao-acontece-proximo-domingo-.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype    id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" o:spt="75" o:preferrelative="t"    path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;   &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter" /&gt;   &lt;v:formulas&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight" /&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0" /&gt;   &lt;/v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:path o:extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" /&gt;   &lt;o:lock v:ext="edit" aspectratio="t" /&gt;  &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Imagem_x0020_2" o:spid="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75"    style='position:absolute;margin-left:0;margin-top:0;width:153.75pt;height:103.5pt;   z-index:251657728;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square;   mso-wrap-distance-left:9pt;mso-wrap-distance-top:0;mso-wrap-distance-right:9pt;   mso-wrap-distance-bottom:0;mso-position-horizontal:left;   mso-position-horizontal-relative:text;mso-position-vertical:absolute;   mso-position-vertical-relative:text'&gt;   &lt;v:imagedata src="cid:image002.png@01CADA20.B679E190" o:title="" /&gt;   &lt;w:wrap type="square"/&gt;  &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;![if !vml]&gt;&lt;img width=205 height=138  src="cid:image003.jpg@01CADAEB.BDB22960" align=left hspace=12 v:shapes="Imagem_x0020_2"&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;A The Pivos, a mais nova banda aspirante  ao sucesso de Camaçari, mostra quem nem só de palcos vive uma banda. Antenada  com o mercado atual, investe também em produção de eventos. Aproveitando a  ótima fase de seus belíssimos shows (e bastante empolgante, diga-se de  passagem), aliada à preparação para o lançamento do seu 1º Single, ela sabe  como ninguém que parcerias é uma forma rápida e estimulante para atingir os  resultados esperados e promove o Metropolitan Rock, evento que já&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='color:red'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;se encontra na sua 3ª Edição&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;A proposta do evento segue a linha  de muitos shows espalhados pelo Brasil. Bandas de destaque da cidade anfitriã;  bandas de destaque no cenário ao redor; e novidades da cena independente.  Soma-se tudo e o resultado é um show divertido onde o público sairá de lá  ansiosos para terem em suas playlists as músicas ouvidas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Com vocês, o Metropolitan Rock.&lt;span  style='color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt;  margin-left:35.4pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;The Pivos – (Camaçari) |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;a  href="http://www.myspace.com/thepivos" target="_blank"&gt;www.myspace.com/thepivos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  style='color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Falando em punk, a The Pivos se  destaca por ser, na atualidade, uma banda bem enérgica e tocando um punkrock  simples e direto, com muita distorção. Outro ponto positivo do som dos caras  são as influências de ska e surfmusic. Eles se preparam para lançar seu  primeiro single ainda no 2º &lt;span style='color:#1F497D'&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;emestre de  2010.&lt;span style='color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Você Me Excita (SSA) |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt; &lt;a  href="http://www.myspace.com/vocemeexcita" target="_blank"&gt;www.myspace.com/vocemeexcita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  style='color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Nascida dos meados de 2009, a banda  "Você me Excita" integra o novissimo cenário musical da &lt;span style='color:  black'&gt;década&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que se encerra e do começo de outra. Com o lançamento  do seu EP, "Elvira", no final de janeiro de 2010, o grupo se prepara para  entrar em turnê e processo de divulgação do trabalho. A banda segue agora em  contínua criação e fazendo shows com o intuito de aumentar sua linha de  seguidores fiéis que não perdem um evento por nada. Composta agora por 4  músicos, a banda conta com Xunga nos Vocais/Guitarra, Navarro nos  sintetizadores e efeitos, Gabriell no baixo e Tazzio na bateria. Seguindo a  linha musical de ícones dos anos 2000, como: Franz Ferdinand, Arctic Monkeys e  Foals, a banda mistura guitarras frenéticas, efeitos com uma pitada de disco,  uma linha de baixo presente do início ao fim, e uma bateria dançante, passando  por todos os elementos da música experimental e instrumental brasileira até o  mais fiel som dos pubs londrinos.&lt;span style='color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Charlie Chaplin (SSA) |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;a  href="http://www.myspace.com/charliechaplingoveia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span  lang=EN-US&gt;www.myspace.com/charliechaplingoveia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Muita dança dessincronizada e seu  rock pra lá de swingado. A Charlie Chaplin vem animando o público  soteropolitano com suas apresentações explosivas. O estilo é esse: Original e  real.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Ultrasônica (Camaçari) |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;a  href="http://www.myspace.com/bandaultrasonica" target="_blank"&gt;www.myspace.com/bandaultrasonica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Surgida há pouco mais de 1 ano, a  Ultrasônica se autodefine como rock alternativo experimental&lt;span  style='color:#1F497D'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;com base em varias influências como Mogwai,Sonic  Youth,My bloody valentine,velvet underground..., Banda autoral composta por  Bruno Ns - guitarra e voz, Jr. Japa - guitarra, Ericson - Bateria e no baixo o  também membro da já consagrada Declinium, Oreah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Serviço:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Dia 18 de Abril (domingo) | 16h | Espaço MEGA STAR (próx. a praça dos 46) |  Camaçari - Bahia&lt;br&gt;  R$8,00 (Individual) e R$12 Reias (Casadinha)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;color:#1F497D'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img  border=0 width=294 height=631 id="Imagem_x0020_1"  src="cid:image001.jpg@01CADA12.42CABD90"  alt="cid:image001.jpg@01CADA12.42CABD90"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:  11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-8621713111995253277?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/8621713111995253277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=8621713111995253277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8621713111995253277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8621713111995253277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/04/concorram-ingressos-para-o-metropolitan.html' title='CONCORRAM A INGRESSOS para o Metropolitan Rock 3ª Edição (Camaçari - Bahia) Promovido pelo Site Nossa Metropole'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S8RkMrdeF2I/AAAAAAAAAuw/0LT5IROw02o/s72-c/thepivos-706698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-8547683032920874807</id><published>2010-04-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:01:09.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém quis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S7jTz5KSHMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/kx0YrohgKBo/s1600/Hope_by_thiagoelias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S7jTz5KSHMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/kx0YrohgKBo/s320/Hope_by_thiagoelias.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456343837030096066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém viu a rua tão vazia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém viu beleza nas catedrais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém viu a lua tão sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém riu dos homens teatrais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém quis saber onde se esconde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém quis saber onde é a fonte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém viu a graça da sua dança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém viu ao redor a malicia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém viu teu choro de criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém riu da falta de caricia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém quis saber de um horizonte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém quis saber se alguém tem fome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém quis saber quão é mais longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém quis saber onde é a fonte.&lt;/div&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/2312893030935571632-8547683032920874807?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/8547683032920874807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=8547683032920874807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8547683032920874807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8547683032920874807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/04/ninguem-quis.html' title='Ninguém quis'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S7jTz5KSHMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/kx0YrohgKBo/s72-c/Hope_by_thiagoelias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7028547223257414817</id><published>2010-03-15T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:02:16.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugstore e Tom Yorke</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S552KCJn0pI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Z2tio7XaCVw/s1600-h/gigposter-736832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S552KCJn0pI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Z2tio7XaCVw/s320/gigposter-736832.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448922513912877714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Ontem, checando meu backups de mp3.  Me confrontei novamente com uma banda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;A Drugstore (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/drugstoreband"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/drugstoreband&lt;/a&gt;), liderado pela vocalista e baixista paulista, Isabel Monteiro. (que voz...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;E me maravilhei novamente, mas não com a mesma emoção de quando eu ouvir pela primeira vez&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Parece que dessa vez eu consegui entender o som.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Descobri em 2002, através do último álbum deles, até onde eu sei. O &amp;#8220;Songs for the Jet Set&amp;#8221; de 2001.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Mas nem liguei, apenas ouvi despretensiosamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Graças ao Lastfm, que dá as informações em tempo real (e sem você precisar fazer força) descobri os outros álbuns&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;E de quebra, qual foi a minha surpresa ao reconhecer uma certa voz quando baixei a discografia deles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Radiohead? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Sim! Era Tom Yorke&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7Qyz3VnrZI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7Qyz3VnrZI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Ai tudo fez sentido, porque nos anos 2000 eu ouvia Radiohead raramente (Diferentemente de hoje).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;E pude perceber que a Drugstore segue exatamente a mesma linha que o Radiohead em seus primeiros (o primeiro pra ser mais exato) albuns.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Então pra quem curte Radiohead, e ainda não conhece o Drugstore, aconselho a ouvir  o álbum &amp;#8220;White Magic For Lovers&amp;#8221;, só para começar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Isso só me mostra que realmente, não tenho disciplina para ficar caçando sons novos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Na pratica, espero elas cheguem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Demora. Mas chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Blog da Vocalista Isabel Monteiro - &lt;a href="http://isabelmonteiro1.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://isabelmonteiro1.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;color:blue'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-7028547223257414817?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7028547223257414817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7028547223257414817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7028547223257414817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7028547223257414817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/03/drugstore-e-tom-yorke.html' title='Drugstore e Tom Yorke'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S552KCJn0pI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Z2tio7XaCVw/s72-c/gigposter-736832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-808249891012395032</id><published>2010-03-08T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:03:14.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...que seja intensa. Enquanto durar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S5UDogr_InI/AAAAAAAAAt0/KXAahud092k/s1600-h/fu1-794636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S5UDogr_InI/AAAAAAAAAt0/KXAahud092k/s320/fu1-794636.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446263318878560882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Pequena homenagem para as mulheres.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saber Viver &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Não sei... Se a vida é curta &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Ou longa demais pra nós, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Mas sei que nada do que vivemos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Tem sentido, se não tocamos o coração das pessoas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Colo que acolhe, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Braço que envolve, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Palavra que conforta, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Silêncio que respeita, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Alegria que contagia, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Lágrima que corre, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Olhar que acaricia, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Desejo que sacia, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Amor que promove. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;É o que dá sentido à vida. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;É o que faz com que ela &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Não seja nem curta, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Nem longa demais, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Mas que seja intensa, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Verdadeira, pura... Enquanto durar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cora Coralina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-808249891012395032?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/808249891012395032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=808249891012395032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/808249891012395032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/808249891012395032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/03/que-seja-intensa-enquanto-durar.html' title='...que seja intensa. Enquanto durar'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S5UDogr_InI/AAAAAAAAAt0/KXAahud092k/s72-c/fu1-794636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1998473441926339962</id><published>2010-02-15T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:39:08.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tensão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Misses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medo'/><title type='text'>Telephone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S3nQZ_4naeI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ejNEBIwdIfM/s1600-h/On_the_telephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S3nQZ_4naeI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ejNEBIwdIfM/s320/On_the_telephone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438607170090789346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, sei que você está ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louca, tentando montar o meu fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouça, sei que não foi sempre assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volta! Acho que tive um dia ruim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei, que é um erro te tratar assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não ter, de volta o teu olhar pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saber, que tudo some ao mero piscar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...será que o brilho voltará?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby! Diga que está me escutando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te ver, tão linda ao passar dos anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazer, acontecer aqueles nossos planos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morrer, achando tudo um engano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu Deus! Não desligue o telefone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não ver, você aqui é morrer de fome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te dou, todo o tempo pra pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...é hora d'eu desligar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-1998473441926339962?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/1998473441926339962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=1998473441926339962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1998473441926339962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1998473441926339962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/02/telephone.html' title='Telephone'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S3nQZ_4naeI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ejNEBIwdIfM/s72-c/On_the_telephone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-5597045900756274416</id><published>2010-02-07T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:56:17.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Misses'/><title type='text'>Acima do Chão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S28MB2UgmWI/AAAAAAAAAsM/PkIxF97-V5w/s1600-h/6796b809831577b47d4497a77a2b5942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S28MB2UgmWI/AAAAAAAAAsM/PkIxF97-V5w/s320/6796b809831577b47d4497a77a2b5942.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435576501160417634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pega na minha mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e veja o que posso fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te ponho acima do chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e deleito o que bom com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confundo teus olhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com a luz do luar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu conto as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desenho tua luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A boca. Um desejo meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O brilho, e um cheiro teu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem rolar no chão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinta a grama tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrevo-me com tua mão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E deixo o mundo pra lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confundo teus olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com a luz do luar.        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te pedi um desejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lua e um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estranho se tudo é tão meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O brilho, e o cheiro teu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-5597045900756274416?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5597045900756274416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5597045900756274416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5597045900756274416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5597045900756274416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/02/acima-do-chao.html' title='Acima do Chão'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S28MB2UgmWI/AAAAAAAAAsM/PkIxF97-V5w/s72-c/6796b809831577b47d4497a77a2b5942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-4575204205022330333</id><published>2010-01-14T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:58:45.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa'/><title type='text'>Red Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S08GmZkvqHI/AAAAAAAAAsE/DneTX9-Pr5I/s1600-h/little_red_shoes____by_nonsense_dreamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S08GmZkvqHI/AAAAAAAAAsE/DneTX9-Pr5I/s320/little_red_shoes____by_nonsense_dreamer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426563332774537330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sit down, and fire away,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's tricky&lt;br /&gt;when you're feeling low,&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like your&lt;br /&gt;flavour has gone&lt;br /&gt;the way of a pre shelled pistachio&lt;br /&gt;I know you're weighed down,&lt;br /&gt;fed up with your heavy boots&lt;br /&gt;laced with melancholy&lt;br /&gt;notions all your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;- like sugar-&lt;br /&gt;tend toward the brittle and sticky&lt;br /&gt;when spun and i know&lt;br /&gt;my demeanor has gone the way of a photo&lt;br /&gt;left out in the sun so&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep myself&lt;br /&gt;in lilies and flax seeds&lt;br /&gt;and what's the folly of fooling just yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sit down and smoke away,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't knock it til you're&lt;br /&gt;in them shoes&lt;br /&gt;and i know that our subtlety blows away&lt;br /&gt;as a blush it gives way to a bruise&lt;br /&gt;but seemly we'd freely pay the trade off,&lt;br /&gt;a dry rot to take the weight off&lt;br /&gt;and swap the boots for red shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-4575204205022330333?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/4575204205022330333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=4575204205022330333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4575204205022330333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4575204205022330333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/01/red-shoes.html' title='Red Shoes'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S08GmZkvqHI/AAAAAAAAAsE/DneTX9-Pr5I/s72-c/little_red_shoes____by_nonsense_dreamer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-2558950375245008794</id><published>2010-01-11T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:39:55.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dois em um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S0sqG8sT6ZI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tSs_HDhG3xE/s1600-h/cartaz+dois+em+um+vila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S0sqG8sT6ZI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tSs_HDhG3xE/s320/cartaz+dois+em+um+vila.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425476474957457810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora vai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-2558950375245008794?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/2558950375245008794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=2558950375245008794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2558950375245008794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2558950375245008794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/01/dois-em-um.html' title='dois em um'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S0sqG8sT6ZI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tSs_HDhG3xE/s72-c/cartaz+dois+em+um+vila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1283131055028686206</id><published>2010-01-09T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:46:37.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>palavra doi²</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S0lNcQTGI0I/AAAAAAAAAr0/3u3J5Yi4A2I/s1600-h/Words_by_Shimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S0lNcQTGI0I/AAAAAAAAAr0/3u3J5Yi4A2I/s320/Words_by_Shimp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424952373951210306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como prometido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Porque palavra, mesmo, tem que doer: sair rasgando os seus lábios, sendo dita com saliva e sangue. Palavra tem que consumir os dedos, coçar a palma da mão e sair, com esse comichão, fazer doer os olhos que lêem. Palavra tem que ser grito e sussuro, verdade e mentira, medo e coragem. Palavra é a única coisa capaz de fazer sentir ciúme, de fazer sentir raiva. Palavra machuca mais que beijo, mais que olhar. Palavra trai e perdoa. Palavra excita muito mais que o teu assopro no meu ouvido, muito mais que suas mãos suadas redesenhando meu corpo. Palavra repele, insinua, palavra mente. Mente, mente, mente. A mãe e o pai da mentira é palavra. O filhos da verdade também são palavras. Palavra não protege ninguém, não respeita nenhum sorriso, vem trazendo lágrima para tua felicidade. Palavra faz sofrer, dói, dói, tem que doer. Palavra quebra a coisa mais forte desse mundo: o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não pude deixar de me apaixonar por esse texto do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://cervicalpoetica.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cervical Poética&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Este é só um dos textos maravilhosos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://cervicalpoetica.blogspot.com/2010/01/palavra-doi.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://cervicalpoetica.blogspot.com/2010/01/palavra-doi.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-1283131055028686206?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/1283131055028686206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=1283131055028686206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1283131055028686206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1283131055028686206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2010/01/palavra-doi.html' title='palavra doi²'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/S0lNcQTGI0I/AAAAAAAAAr0/3u3J5Yi4A2I/s72-c/Words_by_Shimp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6692699904172533706</id><published>2009-12-27T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:55:12.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Misses'/><title type='text'>Sem me Esperar</title><content type='html'>Mr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Szgpb8ToJQI/AAAAAAAAArs/tGQsDUYlFOQ/s1600-h/waiting_for_the_snow___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Szgpb8ToJQI/AAAAAAAAArs/tGQsDUYlFOQ/s320/waiting_for_the_snow___by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420127711562048770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver você sorrir, sem olhar pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver você cantar, sem me esperar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu fico feliz em te ver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ir pra longe de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver você contar, sua historia triste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não era pra ser, mas eu estava lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu fico feliz em não ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais o mal que lhe partiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu fico contente em saber,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que vives sem eu estar ai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Happy Ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-6692699904172533706?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6692699904172533706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6692699904172533706&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6692699904172533706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6692699904172533706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/12/sem-me-esperar.html' title='Sem me Esperar'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Szgpb8ToJQI/AAAAAAAAArs/tGQsDUYlFOQ/s72-c/waiting_for_the_snow___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-4291148910173524410</id><published>2009-12-20T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:55:31.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Misses'/><title type='text'>Olha o Céu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sy6rW-woqgI/AAAAAAAAArk/41yW9gQlvew/s1600-h/196f7ebed597dc26f464b759751a0bf7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sy6rW-woqgI/AAAAAAAAArk/41yW9gQlvew/s320/196f7ebed597dc26f464b759751a0bf7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417455813065746946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha o céu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vê aquele tom turquesa de azul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É semelhante ao teu vestido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O florido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E veja só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinta essa leve brisa tirar o pó,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de forma útil e tão ordenada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de teu sorriso (falso).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brinque também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja a áurea e a magia de alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas colorida, interessante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desfrute a vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentemos nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao redor daquela árvore maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixe-se levar pela cidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dos pensamentos (e só)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comece assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encoste aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e abra sua vida (meu bem).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não seja assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toque em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não seja timida (assim).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-4291148910173524410?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/4291148910173524410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=4291148910173524410&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4291148910173524410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4291148910173524410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/12/olha-o-ceu.html' title='Olha o Céu!'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sy6rW-woqgI/AAAAAAAAArk/41yW9gQlvew/s72-c/196f7ebed597dc26f464b759751a0bf7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-5972704948820753643</id><published>2009-12-17T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:10:06.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:gray;"&gt;Bridgestone Latin America Tire Division, BATO LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX"    style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-5972704948820753643?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5972704948820753643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5972704948820753643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5972704948820753643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5972704948820753643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-4226131198321331124</id><published>2009-12-10T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:58:48.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe in the Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SyG_pbvlV3I/AAAAAAAAArc/K2VFC2KWlnE/s1600-h/Mrs+Coeur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SyG_pbvlV3I/AAAAAAAAArc/K2VFC2KWlnE/s320/Mrs+Coeur.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413818945618925426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(76, 76, 76); line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Como o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; e sua esposa. Jair compõe, toca, tinha banda, cria e canta. Ele é uma pessoa musical, o que é fascinante e invejável."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É por causa de coisas como essas é que eu não consigo me afastar da música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E me deixa inteiramente grato, saber que existem pessoas que de uma certa forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ou pouco, ou muito, há anos, ou durante meros segundos, admiram uma criação, ou se identificam com algo que você pode dizer que nasceu em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas, ao contrario do que você diz e/ou acredita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://madcoeur.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mrs. Coeur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Todo mundo tem o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; de encantar outro ser, com, qualquer tipo de arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se transportamos isso para a música, todo mundo pode criar coisas belas e maravilhosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Por mais louco e sem sentido que seja, SEMPRE existirá um sentido intrínseco nela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sempre existirá um ser humano perdido por ai, que se enxergue em nossos devaneios musicais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nem que seja, nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"E ainda há tempo, para você respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; e sentir o oceano de claves e sonatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; Todas elas atravessando seus canais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; para te deixar sem fôlego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; Mas, para isso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;você precisará estourar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;bolha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Créditos Foto: Rapaz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/2312893030935571632-4226131198321331124?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/4226131198321331124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=4226131198321331124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4226131198321331124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4226131198321331124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/12/breathe-in-music.html' title='Breathe in the Music'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SyG_pbvlV3I/AAAAAAAAArc/K2VFC2KWlnE/s72-c/Mrs+Coeur.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-5427174519950511614</id><published>2009-12-06T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:11:07.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...but you do (love).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SxwdavmdFOI/AAAAAAAAArA/_pCe6tcXzkw/s1600-h/DSC05366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SxwdavmdFOI/AAAAAAAAArA/_pCe6tcXzkw/s320/DSC05366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412233197484053730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;"Tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;to hell with everybody else&lt;br /&gt;All I care about is you and that's the truth&lt;br /&gt;They don't love me; I can tell&lt;br /&gt;But you do, so they can go to hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pra quê melhor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-5427174519950511614?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5427174519950511614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5427174519950511614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5427174519950511614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5427174519950511614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-you-do.html' title='...but you do (love).'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SxwdavmdFOI/AAAAAAAAArA/_pCe6tcXzkw/s72-c/DSC05366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1861805687041843175</id><published>2009-11-29T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:55:57.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SxMz1wurNaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/F3qWHBaqppw/s1600/DSC05441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SxMz1wurNaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/F3qWHBaqppw/s320/DSC05441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409724576108852642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gosto do teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;do jeito como andas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E os risos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Encanta-me o teu cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o enrolar dos cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;nos meus dedos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Aquela palavra mágica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;teu ar nos meus ouvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e o pedido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A pele ao toque ouriçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e o que é teu, agora é meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;só meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Like an eagle&lt;br /&gt;With gigantic wings&lt;br /&gt;Master the winds of change&lt;br /&gt;Master the winds&lt;br /&gt;Reborn again&lt;br /&gt;Like a phoenix"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-1861805687041843175?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/1861805687041843175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=1861805687041843175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1861805687041843175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1861805687041843175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-novo.html' title='De novo...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SxMz1wurNaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/F3qWHBaqppw/s72-c/DSC05441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1639636429570926544</id><published>2009-11-24T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:25:40.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Falls On a FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SwwOJ76pALI/AAAAAAAAAqo/eXeGzea5tvY/s1600/bdd-natal-p-755434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SwwOJ76pALI/AAAAAAAAAqo/eXeGzea5tvY/s320/bdd-natal-p-755434.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407712816430383282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu e você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Você e eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nós dois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;dois nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;take me to your home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; take me to your bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and make me sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;at this time, in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;for all my life”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-1639636429570926544?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/1639636429570926544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=1639636429570926544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1639636429570926544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1639636429570926544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-falls-on-freeday.html' title='Christmas Falls On a FRIDAY'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SwwOJ76pALI/AAAAAAAAAqo/eXeGzea5tvY/s72-c/bdd-natal-p-755434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-5982706161496827848</id><published>2009-11-18T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:44:43.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us and them'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><title type='text'>Por mais que você viva e voe alto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SwSw5sD9D2I/AAAAAAAAAqg/7IU949sHxJY/s1600/Nokia_73_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SwSw5sD9D2I/AAAAAAAAAqg/7IU949sHxJY/s320/Nokia_73_27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405639957878214498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long you live and high you fly&lt;br /&gt;And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry&lt;br /&gt;And all you touch and all you see&lt;br /&gt;Is all your life will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Dig that hole, forget the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And when at last the work is done.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"é sempre hora de cavar mais um..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-5982706161496827848?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5982706161496827848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5982706161496827848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5982706161496827848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5982706161496827848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-mais-que-voce-viva-e-voe-alto.html' title='Por mais que você viva e voe alto'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SwSw5sD9D2I/AAAAAAAAAqg/7IU949sHxJY/s72-c/Nokia_73_27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-691907887269717194</id><published>2009-11-05T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:54:46.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, e como é bom voar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SvNXcXZlMJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/lc1-mn3qBYI/s1600-h/voar_by_temm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SvNXcXZlMJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/lc1-mn3qBYI/s320/voar_by_temm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400756522976620690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;E decidi que a vida logo me daria tudo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não deixasse que o medo me apagasse no escuro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Mas passarinho se não bate a asa logo pia&lt;br /&gt;Eu que tinha um nome diferente já quis ser Maria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e como é bom voar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dia 7 no Pelô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiê (SP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-691907887269717194?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/691907887269717194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=691907887269717194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/691907887269717194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/691907887269717194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah-e-como-e-bom-voar.html' title='Ah, e como é bom voar'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SvNXcXZlMJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/lc1-mn3qBYI/s72-c/voar_by_temm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-3809213203018295140</id><published>2009-10-21T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:19:04.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A massacrante felicidade dos outros!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;div align=center&gt;  &lt;table class=MsoNormalTable border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0&gt;  &lt;tr style='height:354.4pt'&gt;   &lt;td valign=top style='padding:0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm;height:354.4pt'&gt;   &lt;table class=MsoNormalTable border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td valign=top style='padding:0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm'&gt;     &lt;table class=MsoNormalTable border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0      width="100%" style='width:100.0%'&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td width="100%" style='width:100.0%;padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt'&gt;       &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Há no       ar um certo queixume sem razões muito claras. &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Converso com mulheres que estão entre os 40 e 60 anos, todas com       profissão, marido, filhos, saúde, e, ainda assim, elas trazem dentro       delas um não-sei-o-quê perturbador, algo que as incomoda, mesmo estando       tudo bem. &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       De onde vem isso? &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Anos atrás, a cantora Marina Lima compôs com o seu irmão, o poeta Antonio       Cícero, &lt;br&gt;       uma música que dizia: 'Eu espero/ acontecimentos/ só que quando anoitece/       é festa no outro apartamento' . &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Passei minha adolescência com a mesma sensação de que algo muito animado       estava acontecendo em algum lugar para o qual eu não tinha convite. &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       É uma das características da juventude: considerar-se deslocado e       impedido de ser feliz como os outros são - ou aparentam ser. &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Só que chega uma hora em que é preciso deixar de ficar tão ligada na       grama do vizinho... &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       As festas em outros apartamentos são fruto da nossa imaginação, que é       infectada por falsos holofotes, &lt;br&gt;       falsos sorrisos e falsas notícias. &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Os notáveis alardeiam muito suas vitórias, mas falam pouco das suas       angústias, revelam pouco suas aflições, não dão bandeira das suas       fraquezas... Então, fica parecendo que todos estão comemorando grandes       paixões e fortunas, quando, na verdade, a festa lá fora não está tão       animada assim! &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Ao amadurecer, descobrimos que a grama do vizinho não é mais verde       coisíssima nenhuma. &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Estamos todos no mesmo barco, com motivos pra dançar pela sala e também       motivos pra se refugiar no escuro, alternadamente. Só que os motivos pra       se refugiar no escuro raramente são divulgados. &lt;br&gt;       Prá consumo externo, todos são belos, sexy, lúcidos, íntegros, ricos,       sedutores, enfim, campeões em tudo! &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Fernando Pessoa também já se sentiu abafado pela perfeição alheia &amp;#8211;       e olha que na época &lt;br&gt;       em que ele escreveu estes versos não havia esta overdose de revistas que       há hoje, vendendo um mundo de faz-de-conta: 'Nesta era de exaltação de       celebridades - reais e inventadas &amp;#8211; fica difícil mesmo achar que a       vida da gente tem graça.' Mas tem. &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Paz interior, amigos leais, nossas músicas, livros, fantasias, desilusões       e recomeços, tudo isso vale ser incluído na nossa biografia... &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Ou será que é tão divertido passar dois dias na Ilha de Caras       fotografando junto a todos os produtos dos patrocinadores? &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Compensa passar a vida comendo alface para ter o corpo que a profissão de       modelo exige? &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Será tão gratificante ter um paparazzo na sua cola cada vez que você sai       de casa? &lt;br&gt;       Estarão mesmo todos realizando um milhão de coisas interessantes enquanto       só você está sentada no sofá pintando as unhas do pé? &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       Favor não confundir uma vida sensacional com uma vida sensacionalista. &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;       As melhores festas acontecem dentro do nosso próprio apartamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span       style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td width="100%" style='width:100.0%;padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/table&gt;     &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;(por     Martha Medeiros)&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;É isso     que vejo todos os dias quando saio de casa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&amp;#8220;...     falsos holofotes, falsos sorrisos e falsas notícias.&amp;#8221;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Alguém     consegue me provar o contrario?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Tô     esperando...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/festivalbigbands@gmail.com"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/festivalbigbands@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;  especificando de quais palestras voc&amp;#234; quer participar.&lt;p&gt;N&amp;#227;o ser&amp;#225; cobrado ingresso para as palestras, apenas sugere-se a doa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de um livro de tem&amp;#225;tica infanto-juvenil. Os t&amp;#237;tulos arrecadados ser&amp;#227;o repassados para a Biblioteca Zeca de Magalh&amp;#227;es, do Centro de Refer&amp;#234;ncia Integral de Adolescentes (CRIA). (saiba mais) &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://festivalbigbands.blogspot.com/2009/09/doe-um-livro-solte-as-palavras.html"&gt;http://festivalbigbands.blogspot.com/2009/09/doe-um-livro-solte-as-palavras.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;p&gt;PALESTRAS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;14:00: &amp;quot;Rede M&amp;#250;sica Bahia: organiza&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de redes de trabalho relacionadas &amp;#224; m&amp;#250;sica&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;A Rede M&amp;#250;sica Bahia est&amp;#225; sendo formada por entidades cujo objetivo &amp;#233; a sincroniza&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o das a&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es j&amp;#225; existentes no mercado da m&amp;#250;sica da Bahia, visando inicialmente o fortalecimento econ&amp;#244;mico de seis eixos que a comp&amp;#245;e: m&amp;#250;sicos, produtores, selos, casas de shows, festivais e informa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.&lt;p&gt;*	Emmanuel Mirdad, produtor cultural e jornalista, trabalha na R&amp;#225;dio Educadora FM Bahia e &amp;#233; criador do Pr&amp;#234;mio Bahia de Todos os Rocks.&lt;br&gt;*	Eric Taller, fundador e diretor geral da Ginga P., empresa de eventos, distribui&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o, produ&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o e gest&amp;#227;o cultural.&lt;br&gt;*	Jair Guimar&amp;#227;es, m&amp;#250;sico, produtor de eventos e diretor administrativo/financeiro da Cooperarock em Cama&amp;#231;ari, um dos respons&amp;#225;veis pela inclus&amp;#227;o da cidade no circuito nordestino de rock independente.&lt;br&gt;*	Vince de Mira, m&amp;#250;sico, cantor e produtor cultural, vocalista da banda Lampir&amp;#244;nicos, idealizador do projeto Zona Mundi, do Terreiro Circular e do selo Maquin&amp;#225;rio.&lt;p&gt;16:00: &amp;quot;Produ&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o cultural e forma&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o musical: entrar e permanecer no mercado da m&amp;#250;sica independente&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;*	Mediador: Messias Bandeira, produtor do BoomBahia Music Festival, m&amp;#250;sico, professor da Universidade Federal da Bahia.&lt;br&gt;*	Frank Jorge, m&amp;#250;sico, criador do primeiro curso superior especializado em rock no Rio Grande do Sul, professor universit&amp;#225;rio.&lt;br&gt;*	Iuri Freiberger, produtor de discos, realizador do Festival Gig Rock (RS), consultor t&amp;#233;cnico dos principais festivais da ABRAFIN e professor do curso de Produ&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o Fonogr&amp;#225;fica das Faculdades Integradas Barros Melo (AESO), primeiro curso de forma&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o t&amp;#233;cnica de produ&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o musical do Nordeste. &lt;br&gt;*	Rex, baterista, integrante da banda Retrofoguetes e da extinta Dead Billies.&lt;p&gt;18:00: &amp;quot;Abertura e manuten&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de casas noturnas&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;*	Mediador: Theo Filho, m&amp;#250;sico e propriet&amp;#225;rio da casa de eventos Boomerangue.&lt;br&gt;*	Cl&amp;#225;udio Vieira Rocha, membro-fundador da ABRAFIN, realiza o Festival de M&amp;#250;sica Instrumental em BH e o Festival Primeiro Campeonato Mineiro de Surf. Dono da Obra, casa noturna mais badalada de Belo Horizonte.&lt;br&gt;*	Rafael Bandeira, membro da ABRAFIN, realiza o Festival Ponto (CE). &amp;#201; propriet&amp;#225;rio do Hey Rock Bar e membro-fundador da Casas Associadas (associa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de casas noturnas de todo o pa&amp;#237;s).&lt;p&gt;22:00: FESTA DE ABERTURA com&lt;br&gt;O Melda (MG)&lt;br&gt;e Djs Bigbross, Claud&amp;#227;o Pilha (MG), Cassicas e neechee&lt;br&gt;(local: Boomerangue)&lt;p&gt;24/10, S&amp;#193;BADO&lt;br&gt;Pra&amp;#231;a Tereza Batista, Pelourinho&lt;p&gt;*	Demoiselle&lt;br&gt;*	Pastel de Miolos &lt;br&gt;*	Tom Bloch (RJ/RS)&lt;br&gt;*	Messias&lt;br&gt;*	Frank Jorge (RS)&lt;br&gt;*	Nancy Vi&amp;#233;gas&lt;p&gt;Hor&amp;#225;rio: a partir das 15hs&lt;br&gt;Entrada: sugest&amp;#227;o de um livro infanto-juvenil para a ong CRIA&lt;p&gt;25/10, DOMINGO&lt;br&gt;Pra&amp;#231;a Tereza Batista, Pelourinho&lt;p&gt;*	Mort&amp;#237;cia&lt;br&gt;*	Yun-Fat&lt;br&gt;*	J&amp;#250;lia Says (PE)&lt;br&gt;*	Os Irm&amp;#227;os da Bailarina&lt;br&gt;*	Black Drawing Chalks (GO)&lt;br&gt;*	Estrada Perdida&lt;p&gt;Hor&amp;#225;rio: a partir das 15hs&lt;br&gt;Entrada: sugest&amp;#227;o de um livro infanto-juvenil para a ong CRIA&lt;p&gt;E mais: Expositores (acess&amp;#243;rios, moda, tattoo e o que voc&amp;#234; puder imaginar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-3947878326786248516?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/3947878326786248516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=3947878326786248516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3947878326786248516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3947878326786248516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/10/festival-big-bands-palestras-como-se.html' title='FESTIVAL Big Bands | Palestras - como se inscrever'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-5790241740866304538</id><published>2009-10-12T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:40:51.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E eu já não tenho pra onde correr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/StOGQyNi3gI/AAAAAAAAApg/7St-YRF0u4U/s1600-h/106C4C~1-751395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/StOGQyNi3gI/AAAAAAAAApg/7St-YRF0u4U/s320/106C4C~1-751395.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391800801807228418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O que mais me encanta em voc&amp;#234;, &lt;br&gt;&amp;#201; a tua capacidade de me enlouquecer; &lt;br&gt;A tua sensualidade ardente, &lt;br&gt;Teus dentes separados na frente; &lt;br&gt;Teu sorriso esperto de quem muito j&amp;#225; sofreu, &lt;br&gt;Tua intelig&amp;#234;ncia moleque, de pernas tortas, &lt;br&gt;Teu del&amp;#237;rio otimista &amp;#224; beira da sorte; &lt;br&gt;Teu rosto infantil, &lt;br&gt;Teus tra&amp;#231;os fortes; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;O que mais me encanta em voc&amp;#234;, &lt;br&gt;&amp;#201; o teu peito, num vestidinho colado, &lt;br&gt;A tua sensualidade ardente &lt;br&gt;Teus dentes separados na frente &lt;br&gt;Teu sorriso esperto de quem muito j&amp;#225; sofreu &lt;br&gt;O poder eletrizante que o teu sim &lt;br&gt;Exerce na besta-fera dentro de mim &lt;br&gt;A possibilidade de um mundo pequeno &lt;br&gt;Conter uma enorme gal&amp;#225;xia &lt;br&gt;E ter me transformado em algu&amp;#233;m mais perto &lt;br&gt;Do que eu idealizo ser. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;O que mais me encanta em voc&amp;#234; &lt;br&gt;&amp;#201; a tua capacidade de me enlouquecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-5790241740866304538?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5790241740866304538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5790241740866304538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5790241740866304538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5790241740866304538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-eu-ja-nao-tenho-pra-onde-correr.html' title='E eu já não tenho pra onde correr...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/StOGQyNi3gI/AAAAAAAAApg/7St-YRF0u4U/s72-c/106C4C~1-751395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-4246859873799383121</id><published>2009-10-08T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:55:21.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu e Você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e tudo o mais'/><title type='text'>I will be your shadow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Ss6khPS6VTI/AAAAAAAAApY/aytZxuVOTCc/s1600-h/Poinca_Guima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Ss6khPS6VTI/AAAAAAAAApY/aytZxuVOTCc/s320/Poinca_Guima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390426694957552946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You could be from Venus&lt;br /&gt;I could be from Mars&lt;br /&gt;We would be together&lt;br /&gt;Lovers forever&lt;br /&gt;Care for each other &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You could live in the sea&lt;br /&gt;And I could be a bird&lt;br /&gt;We would be together&lt;br /&gt;Lovers forever&lt;br /&gt;Care for each other &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you wear an illusion&lt;br /&gt;I will make it real&lt;br /&gt;We would be together&lt;br /&gt;Lovers forever&lt;br /&gt;Care for each other &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you walk in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I will be your shadow&lt;br /&gt;We would be together&lt;br /&gt;Lovers forever&lt;br /&gt;Care for each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me aproprio das palavras alheias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palavras essas insuficientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas, que externam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De maneira pura ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cor do ar que respiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A  beleza fulgás do teu toque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A singela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Cherry blossom girl".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-4246859873799383121?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/4246859873799383121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=4246859873799383121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4246859873799383121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4246859873799383121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-be-your-shadow.html' title='I will be your shadow...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Ss6khPS6VTI/AAAAAAAAApY/aytZxuVOTCc/s72-c/Poinca_Guima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-5425914468555296477</id><published>2009-09-21T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:31:19.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem errou foi você ou foi eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SrdyF_J9oxI/AAAAAAAAAog/hLmp68pvwd4/s1600-h/FECHEO~1-779652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SrdyF_J9oxI/AAAAAAAAAog/hLmp68pvwd4/s320/FECHEO~1-779652.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383897326722851602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Apesar das recentes noticias e da imensa propor&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o que ela tomou. Me sinto obrigado, j&amp;#225; que n&amp;#227;o existe ningu&amp;#233;m que o fa&amp;#231;a (e nem ter&amp;#225;), a acabar/diminuir com a grande quantidade de informa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o err&amp;#244;nea que anda circulando por ai.&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A Declinium n&amp;#227;o acabou,e muito provavelmente n&amp;#227;o ir&amp;#225;.&lt;p&gt;As pr&amp;#243;prias palavras do vocalista/baixista/letrista e l&amp;#237;der(???) da banda deixam claro isso.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Vamos apenas dar um tempo, at&amp;#233; n&amp;#227;o sei quando.&amp;quot;. Bom, quando esse tempo de &amp;quot;n&amp;#227;o sei quando&amp;quot;, acabar, eu sim, com certeza, n&amp;#227;o farei mais parte da quadro banda.&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J&amp;#225; faz algum tempo que n&amp;#227;o me sinto parte da banda. &lt;p&gt;J&amp;#225; n&amp;#227;o mais me motiva, fazer parte de um projeto, onde voc&amp;#234; entra para somar e n&amp;#227;o encontrar algu&amp;#233;m para dividir o mesmo caminho e enxergar o mesmo horizonte.&lt;p&gt;J&amp;#225; n&amp;#227;o mais me motiva, fazer parte de um projeto, onde seus valores n&amp;#227;o se enquadram mais com os atuais. Principalmente, agora que, a invers&amp;#227;o de valores est&amp;#225; em alta.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#201; muito complicado para mim, que ao longo dos meus 29 anos e meu milh&amp;#245;es de defeitos acumulados, se permita a compartilhar algumas atitudes que ultimamente venho acompanhando.&lt;p&gt;Pois, se existe uma &amp;#225;rea onde, sou reconhecidamente chato e tento fazer o melhor, essa &amp;#225;rea com certeza &amp;#233; a m&amp;#250;sica.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#201; como me disseram uma vez. &amp;quot;...uma guerra, que s&amp;#243; quem lutou e morreu fui eu.&amp;quot; Guardo isso, e tento aplic&amp;#225;-la sempre que posso.&lt;p&gt;Por isso que afirmo, que minha hora aqui chegou.&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Agrade&amp;#231;o imensamente a todas as pessoas que apoiaram, que se emocionaram com um pouco do meu &amp;quot;eu&amp;quot;, que tentei colocar nas maravilhosas letras de Oreah nas m&amp;#250;sicas.&lt;p&gt;E externo aqui, o quanto &amp;#233; inexplic&amp;#225;vel ver cada um de voc&amp;#234;s, com os olhos fechados, ou abertos, mareados de l&amp;#225;grimas. Aquela velha lata ou copo de cerveja ou vinho na m&amp;#227;o.&lt;p&gt;Balan&amp;#231;ando,com os bra&amp;#231;os fechados, abra&amp;#231;ando a si mesmo e se reconhecendo nas m&amp;#250;sicas.&lt;p&gt;Agrade&amp;#231;o principalmente a Oreah, Fofo e Z&amp;#233; Raimundo, por me aceitarem nela e se permitirem a  tocar sob minhas regras &amp;quot;r&amp;#237;gidas&amp;quot;, mais indispens&amp;#225;veis a qualquer banda iniciante. Coisa que por sinal anda muito em baixa aqui em Cama&amp;#231;ari (&amp;#233; a hist&amp;#243;ria da invers&amp;#227;o de valores que comentei l&amp;#225; em cima).&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Enfim, s&amp;#227;o 13 anos de banda.&lt;p&gt;Muita gente querendo fazer parte dela.&lt;p&gt;E com certeza ela achar&amp;#225; algu&amp;#233;m que compartilhe essa nova fase, em que a m&amp;#250;sica cama&amp;#231;ariense vive hoje.&lt;p&gt;Declinium rules!!!&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sauda&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es,&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jair Guimar&amp;#227;es | mr. Guima&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &amp;quot;Algo que voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o identifica&lt;br&gt;  Insiste em lhe atormentar&lt;br&gt;  Voc&amp;#234; implora por prote&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;  N&amp;#227;o sabe como vai acabar&lt;br&gt;  Oh, crian&amp;#231;as isso &amp;#233; s&amp;#243; o fim...&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-5425914468555296477?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5425914468555296477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5425914468555296477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5425914468555296477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5425914468555296477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/09/quem-errou-foi-voce-ou-foi-eu.html' title='Quem errou foi você ou foi eu...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SrdyF_J9oxI/AAAAAAAAAog/hLmp68pvwd4/s72-c/FECHEO~1-779652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6432188247352758685</id><published>2009-09-13T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:56:37.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Misses'/><title type='text'>A luz azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sq2jCkg8EYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/BYFV6Re0FhI/s1600-h/Festa+Nave+-+Invas%C3%A3o+Alien%C3%ADgena+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sq2jCkg8EYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/BYFV6Re0FhI/s320/Festa+Nave+-+Invas%C3%A3o+Alien%C3%ADgena+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136394334507394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto teu olhar a tocar-me.&lt;br /&gt;Toco teu nariz com o meu.&lt;br /&gt;Você sorri&lt;br /&gt;Sou o abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo tua mão a acenar-me.&lt;br /&gt;Colo meu lábio no teu.&lt;br /&gt;Você suspira&lt;br /&gt;Sou o desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós estamos aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ser diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Ouça a música!&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre foi tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz azul ao redor&lt;br /&gt;E ela sempre foi tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E o lema é: Até o chão!&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/2312893030935571632-6432188247352758685?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6432188247352758685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6432188247352758685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6432188247352758685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6432188247352758685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/09/luz-azul.html' title='A luz azul'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sq2jCkg8EYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/BYFV6Re0FhI/s72-c/Festa+Nave+-+Invas%C3%A3o+Alien%C3%ADgena+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7676761610430321415</id><published>2009-09-11T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:04:23.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SqrycmIkgoI/AAAAAAAAAng/pArI3khstt4/s1600-h/11092009412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SqrycmIkgoI/AAAAAAAAAng/pArI3khstt4/s320/11092009412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380379277934232194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vai ser o início de um belo fim de semana...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-7676761610430321415?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7676761610430321415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7676761610430321415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7676761610430321415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7676761610430321415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/09/singular.html' title='Singular'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SqrycmIkgoI/AAAAAAAAAng/pArI3khstt4/s72-c/11092009412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-4739204922236909820</id><published>2009-09-10T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:58:42.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assinado Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SqkN3L7GzLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/N9oUIDJlQYg/s1600-h/060220%7E1-716257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SqkN3L7GzLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/N9oUIDJlQYg/s320/060220%7E1-716257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379846471615433906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Acho que enfim poderei retomar meu projeto, meus sons. Há muito que novas experiências, boas ou não vem me trazendo combustível aos meu ouvidos, sempre curiosos a novas formas de percepção. Voz, gritos, músicas, gemidos, hinos, suspiros, pedidos, guitarras, risos... E me inspira e abre os sentidos, ondas que sequer precisam de 60 segundos para cativar-me. E elas vem tão fortes e densas que se materializam em minha frente o meu verdadeiro eu. E vem tão carregadas de verdade e sentimento, de cansaço e lágrimas, de risos e abraços, de desespero e angustia, de descanso e paz, que não seria natural, não sentir vontade e um certo desejo de escrever sobre. Muitos já leram, alguns já ouviram,  um tanto tiveram os dois, poucos já vivenciaram a criação e um seleto grupo ainda lembra do que eu já não consigo lembrar... Na verdade, o desejo é maior para tentar transformar todo esse mix de coisas em harmonias. Preto &amp;amp; Branco, Cinza, e Pastel, talvez elas dêem o tom. Mais haverá cor também, como esquecer delas? Não se esquece esse tipo de cor, na verdade não se esquece nada, de nada. Pelo contrário. Às multiplicamos e às replicamos e às traduzimos e às absorvemos para outra forma de arte ou cor. Luz, papel e caneta, cristal líquido e dedos, CRT, symbian, penumbras, luz negra, cordas, PS, teclas, arte digital... enfim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já faz um tempo que eu queria (me)te escrever um som...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-4739204922236909820?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/4739204922236909820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=4739204922236909820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4739204922236909820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4739204922236909820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/09/assinado-eu.html' title='Assinado Eu'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SqkN3L7GzLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/N9oUIDJlQYg/s72-c/060220%7E1-716257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-3845020679840146834</id><published>2009-09-04T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:02:57.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alerta Verde!!! Invasão Alienígena Camaçariense na Nave (Boomerangue - SSA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SqEeFPJq_gI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F-jDH5O4n7U/s1600-h/FESTAN~1-777392.GIF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SqEeFPJq_gI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F-jDH5O4n7U/s320/FESTAN~1-777392.GIF"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377612505372360194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Alerta Verde!!! Invas&amp;#227;o Alien&amp;#237;gena na Nave&lt;p&gt;ATEN&amp;#199;&amp;#195;O!!! ATEN&amp;#199;&amp;#195;O!!! Invas&amp;#227;o Alien&amp;#237;gena na Nave. Soar alerta. ATEN&amp;#199;&amp;#195;O!!! ATEN&amp;#199;&amp;#195;O!!! A Nave est&amp;#225; sendo invadida. Balkan Beats e Latin Grooves emitidos pelo alien R&amp;#250;stico, proveniente do planeta portenho, conhecido na Terra como Argentina. Entidades biol&amp;#243;gicas origin&amp;#225;rias de Juazeiro armadas com rock, black music e sons para dan&amp;#231;ar com intuito de controle total da esp&amp;#233;cie humana. Ser identificado como Koostella se encontra munido de forte material biologicamente alterado, carregado com Electro, Balken Beats, Russendisco e Indie Rock. De um planeta mais pr&amp;#243;ximo, a estranha Cama&amp;#231;ari que irradia gases, mr. Guima emite sons e ru&amp;#237;dos provenientes de guitarras distorcidas e batidas dan&amp;#231;antes. O Projeto Nave j&amp;#225; anunciou a rendi&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o, mas com seu radar de altas freq&amp;#252;&amp;#234;ncias detectou que os aliens s&amp;#227;o seres produtivos, disseminadores de boa m&amp;#250;sica, rock, pop e afins. Um grande encontro para dissemina&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o coletiva de conhecimento est&amp;#225; marcada para o dia 12 de setembro, &amp;#224;s 23 horas, na base Boomerangue (Rio Vermelho), com os comandantes da Nave, Janocide e el Cabong emanando rock e m&amp;#250;sica pop de possantes equipamentos em comunh&amp;#227;o com os aliens.&lt;p&gt;Assim, com v&amp;#225;rios DJs de fora da cidade, a Nave promete mais uma edi&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o hist&amp;#243;rica. Com um set que mescla eletro, cumbia, tango, dub, modern, criolas e outros latingrooves, o DJ R&amp;#250;stico, tamb&amp;#233;m conhecido como Sebasti&amp;#225;n Chavarri,  se apresenta em Salvador atrav&amp;#233;s da Babeleska Tour, que inclui, al&amp;#233;m da capital baiana, S&amp;#227;o Paulo, Bel&amp;#233;m e Bras&amp;#237;lia. R&amp;#250;stico come&amp;#231;ou sua carreira em 2001, na Espanha, onde habitou por um ano e meio e se aproximou de sons eletr&amp;#244;nicos. Logo entre o ano de 2002 e 2004 se mudou para Bahia, Brasil, onde n&amp;#227;o p&amp;#244;de resistir aos ritmos brasileiros como o Forr&amp;#243;, o Maracat&amp;#250;, Samba, etc. De regresso a Argentina, morou em Buenos Aires, C&amp;#243;rdoba e atualmente em Mendoza. O resultado destas viagens &amp;#233; um som ecl&amp;#233;tico dominado por percuss&amp;#245;es, baixos, vozes e sons eletr&amp;#244;nicos. Nesta &amp;#250;ltima etapa, tem tocado com importantes DJs e produtores de Electrocumbia. Em Mendoza se incorporou ao movimento Balkan, colaborando e compartilhando pick ups com DJ Karim (Arg&amp;#233;lia), Dj Negro P&amp;#233;ssimo (Chile) e DJ Gitano (Chile) entre outros. Atualmente &amp;#233; criador e residente do Club Rodante, N&amp;#244;made Soud Club, clube n&amp;#244;made que com base na cidade de Mendoza, se desloca promovendo artistas de New World Music. Atualmente, R&amp;#250;stico de dedicado tamb&amp;#233;m &amp;#224; a produ&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o musical, tanto de World Beats como de m&amp;#250;sica Eletr&amp;#244;nica, com v&amp;#225;rios projetos em est&amp;#250;dio prontos para serem lan&amp;#231;ados. &lt;p&gt;O estreante da noite, Jair Guimar&amp;#227;es, ou &amp;quot;mr. Guima&amp;quot; como &amp;#233; conhecido por muitos, &amp;#233; produtor de eventos, m&amp;#250;sico e diretor da Cooperarock em Cama&amp;#231;ari. &amp;#201; respons&amp;#225;vel por diversos e importantes eventos de rock independente na cidade, juntamente com seus parceiros e um dos principais colaboradores, na inclus&amp;#227;o de Cama&amp;#231;ari no circuito nordestino de rock independente, na opini&amp;#227;o de muitos. Utiliza sua modesta experi&amp;#234;ncia no suporte &amp;#224;s bandas iniciantes da cidade. Apaixonado por m&amp;#250;sica e recentemente por letras, &amp;#233; respons&amp;#225;vel pelas discretas linhas de guitarra na Declinium desde 2005. Seus arranjos contam com um estilo variado, que passeiam entre o pop e o grunge, mas nitidamente shoegaze. Estreando nas pickups, ele compartilhar&amp;#225; seus sons com o p&amp;#250;bico que contar&amp;#225; com um mix de, 80&amp;#39;s, electro, indie, 90&amp;#39;s, shoegaze, dentre elas Air, Echo &amp;amp; the Bunnymen, The Radio Dept,  New Order e algumas surpresas nacionais do circuito independente como Momboj&amp;#243; e C&amp;#233;rebro Eletr&amp;#244;nico, s&amp;#243; para para citar 2 delas. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cartunista, ilustrador e DJ, o curitibano Koostella estr&amp;#233;ia na Nave trazendo sua experi&amp;#234;ncia em Electro, Balken Beats, Russendisco e Indie Rock. Desenhista desde os treze anos de idade quando vendia fanzines na escola, Koostella &amp;#233; um premiado cartunista e desenhista, com tiras publicadas em jornais e dois livros lan&amp;#231;ados. J&amp;#225; realizou exposi&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es de cartuns na Europa e tem seus quadrinhos e cartuns periodicamente na revista Brazine Berlin, distribu&amp;#237;da na Alemanha, &amp;#193;ustria e Su&amp;#237;&amp;#231;a. Desde a adolesc&amp;#234;ncia Koostella sempre se manteve conectado ao cen&amp;#225;rio musical alternativo, tendo tacado em v&amp;#225;rias bandas de rock. Como DJ, Koostella estreou em festas privadas e passou a discotecar com freq&amp;#252;&amp;#234;ncia em um pub alem&amp;#227;o na cidade de Freising, onde morou por cinco anos. Depois que voltou ao Brasil, trazendo fortes influ&amp;#234;ncias de m&amp;#250;sica alternativa do leste europeu, passou a mostrar suas descobertas musicais em Florian&amp;#243;polis, mais freq&amp;#252;entemente no Blues Velvet Bar, onde participava da festa Oficina El&amp;#233;trika tocando m&amp;#250;sicas que variam do balkan beat e russendisco ao electro alem&amp;#227;o e indie rock.&lt;p&gt;Vindo de Juazeiro, o Coletivo Colet&amp;#226;nea &amp;#233; formado pelos produtores e agitadores culturais Cristiano Lima, Jr Rocha e Jocelio Bello, que desde 1994 movimentam a cidade do Vale do S&amp;#227;o Francisco, meio Bahia meio Pernambuco, com um programa de r&amp;#225;dio semanal e freq&amp;#252;entes festas. Na Nave, prometem levar um repert&amp;#243;rio bem pr&amp;#243;ximo do que costumam tocar na r&amp;#225;dio: cl&amp;#225;ssicas do rock, de David Bowie e Joy Division a Pixies e Beck, black music rock brasileiro como Autoramas e Jupiter Ma&amp;#231;&amp;#227;, al&amp;#233;m de novidades e sons mais obscuros. A garantia &amp;#233;: sons para dan&amp;#231;ar. Os produtores e residentes da festa, el Cabong e Janocide, s&amp;#243; assinam embaixo e prometem rock, muito rock, indie rock e hits dos anos 90 e 00. &lt;p&gt;O Alerta &amp;#233; verde. A domina&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; pac&amp;#237;fica, os terr&amp;#225;queos foram convidados para celebrar o encontro com aliens, marcianos, venusianos, f&amp;#227;s de metal, Madonna, indie rock, Strokes, m&amp;#250;sica pop,  hermafroditas ou n&amp;#227;o. Toda popula&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o do planeta poder&amp;#227;o participar da abdu&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o coletiva, bastando contribuir com 15 reais. A emiss&amp;#227;o de m&amp;#250;sica pop, rock, balkan beats, latin grooves est&amp;#225; garantida. &amp;#201; recomend&amp;#225;vel, um per&amp;#237;odo de repouso em suas c&amp;#225;psulas durante a apari&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o solar, n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; necess&amp;#225;rio uma quarenta, algumas horas &amp;#233; suficiente para que os membros locomotores estejam aptos para o per&amp;#237;odo de seis horas ininterruptas de m&amp;#250;sica fren&amp;#233;tica e dan&amp;#231;a. Os organismos devem estar em pleno funcionamento a partir do crep&amp;#250;sculo. Importante lembrar que a espa&amp;#231;o nave m&amp;#227;e que levar&amp;#225; os presentes possui dois andares, com os quatro DJs alien&amp;#237;genas e os dois comandantes se revezando nas c&amp;#225;psulas de igni&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o musical. O comando sugere tamb&amp;#233;m que preparem seus uniformes da noite, e que s&amp;#227;o permitidas palminhas na pista e passinhos desengon&amp;#231;ados.&lt;p&gt;Nave &lt;br&gt;[Rock - Pop - Balkan - Latin Beats]&lt;p&gt;DJs: el Cabong | Janocide | R&amp;#250;stico (Argentina) | Koostela (SC) | Coletivo Colet&amp;#226;nea (Juazeiro-BA) | mr. Guima (Cama&amp;#231;ari)&lt;p&gt;12/09/2009 | 23h | R$ 15 (sem consuma&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o obrigat&amp;#243;ria)&lt;br&gt;Boomerangue (Rua da Paci&amp;#234;ncia, 307 - Rio Vermelho)&lt;br&gt;Telefone: (71) 3334-5577&lt;br&gt;Classifica&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o: 18 anos&lt;p&gt;e-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:festanave@gmail.com"&gt;festanave@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sites: &lt;a href="http://festanave.wordpress.com/"&gt;festanave.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/festanave"&gt;twitter.com/festanave&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/festa_nave"&gt;http://twitter.com/festa_nave&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;p&gt;Contatos: Luciano Matos (9918-7880) e Jan Balanco (8883-5004)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-3845020679840146834?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/3845020679840146834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=3845020679840146834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3845020679840146834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3845020679840146834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/09/alerta-verde-invasao-alienigena.html' title='Alerta Verde!!! Invasão Alienígena Camaçariense na Nave (Boomerangue - SSA)'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SqEeFPJq_gI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F-jDH5O4n7U/s72-c/FESTAN~1-777392.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6231019859702555101</id><published>2009-08-29T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:28:03.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanessa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='som'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e tudo o mais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimento'/><title type='text'>....era seis da tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Spmc6nukIgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/o90fe6PxHQ8/s1600-h/vanessa-da-mata-279-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Spmc6nukIgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/o90fe6PxHQ8/s320/vanessa-da-mata-279-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375500161154032130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mesmo que tenha a minha oração&lt;br /&gt; Que você dispensa Zé&lt;br /&gt; Você faz com que o meu coração&lt;br /&gt; Siga a tua beleza só&lt;br /&gt; Vá lembrar a tardinha&lt;br /&gt; Quando nos conhecemos Zé&lt;br /&gt; Havia uma beleza ali&lt;br /&gt; Ou era criatividade minha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando andava pela rua&lt;br /&gt; Cor de sol amarelo ouro&lt;br /&gt; Me fitava e eu me avermelhando&lt;br /&gt; Som de jardim de sonho&lt;br /&gt; Zé era seis da tarde&lt;br /&gt; Dia e escuridão&lt;br /&gt; Tinha tom, sino e alarme&lt;br /&gt; Roubando o meu coração&lt;/p&gt;Hortelã, alecrim e jasmim&lt;br /&gt; Ave Maria cantando&lt;br /&gt; Ela tão satisfeita por mim&lt;br /&gt; E eu num galho do sol&lt;br /&gt; Que nem passarinho&lt;br /&gt; Que nem passarinho&lt;br /&gt; Desvanecida de amor&lt;br /&gt; Cor de carmim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que venha Vanessinha...&lt;br /&gt;Aguenta coração.&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/2312893030935571632-6231019859702555101?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6231019859702555101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6231019859702555101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6231019859702555101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6231019859702555101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/08/era-seis-da-tarde.html' title='....era seis da tarde'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Spmc6nukIgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/o90fe6PxHQ8/s72-c/vanessa-da-mata-279-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7509241424006934871</id><published>2009-08-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:57:14.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As verdades e a verdade²</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;&amp;#39;N&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; a d&amp;#250;vida,&amp;#233; a certeza que enlouquece...Mas para isso a gente tem que ser profundo,tem que ser abismo.. para se sentir assim.N&amp;#243;s todos temos medo da verdade.&amp;#39;Medo de olhar pra dentro de si e perceber que n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; o que gostaria de ser e nem t&amp;#227;o esperto quando se imaginava ser.&amp;#201; o que explica muitos atos.Nada podemos contra a verdade a n&amp;#227;o ser pela verdade.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nem sempre conversar quer dizer entender e amor n&amp;#227;o substitui entendimento.Basta ter cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o pra saber o que &amp;#233; se machucar&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Retirado de: &lt;a href="http://deciframe-e-devorame.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-verdades-e-verdade.html"&gt;http://deciframe-e-devorame.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-verdades-e-verdade.html&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://deciframe-e-devorame.blogspot.com/2009/03/sensatez-me-absurda.html"&gt;http://deciframe-e-devorame.blogspot.com/2009/03/sensatez-me-absurda.html&lt;/a&gt;, respectivamente&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fu&amp;#231;ando a net na pausa do almo&amp;#231;o, descubro essas duas p&amp;#233;rolas acima.&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Arist&amp;#243;teles dizia: &amp;quot;Negar aquilo que &amp;#233;, e afirmar aquilo que n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233;, &amp;#233; falso, enquanto afirmar o que &amp;#233; e negar o que n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233;, &amp;#233; a verdade.&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vai saber...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-7509241424006934871?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7509241424006934871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7509241424006934871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7509241424006934871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7509241424006934871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-verdades-e-verdade.html' title='As verdades e a verdade²'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6868157633233713377</id><published>2009-08-21T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:52:46.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos os sonhos do mundo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/So6YnhlxZvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/J51AZWgVs14/s1600-h/sonhos1-766220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/So6YnhlxZvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/J51AZWgVs14/s320/sonhos1-766220.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372399210298697458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Se alguma coisa se perdeu &amp;#233; que as palavras me escaparam&lt;br&gt;quando mais eu precisei.&lt;br&gt;E ainda n&amp;#227;o fique nada, com o tempo tudo vai passar.&lt;br&gt;Fora disso, sei que tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo,&lt;br&gt;pois, sempre precisei de tanto espa&amp;#231;o pra ficar sozinho.&lt;br&gt;Nestas noites que n&amp;#227;o passam, eu quem sou que n&amp;#227;o sou meu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;Enquanto as &amp;#225;rvores dan&amp;#231;am, s&amp;#227;o sua folhas que caem&lt;br&gt;Certas coisas, nunca ser&amp;#227;o certas e fui eu quem quis assim.&lt;br&gt;Ainda n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; tarde pra dizer o que eu sinto.&lt;br&gt;O tempo &amp;#233; s&amp;#243; uma inven&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#192;s vezes, eu quase consigo entender tudo assim.&lt;br&gt;Muita coisa que eu digo, &amp;#233; apenas para mim.&lt;br&gt;(e)As coisas mais simples, s&amp;#227;o mesmo dif&amp;#237;ceis de se dizer.&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;...sempre precisei de tanto espa&amp;#231;o pra ficar sozinho.&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Penso assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-6868157633233713377?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6868157633233713377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6868157633233713377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6868157633233713377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6868157633233713377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/08/todos-os-sonhos-do-mundo.html' title='Todos os sonhos do mundo.'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/So6YnhlxZvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/J51AZWgVs14/s72-c/sonhos1-766220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-378893487995317060</id><published>2009-08-17T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:56:30.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sooj6pAkmQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/t3tVQuR1Rgs/s1600-h/DSC04182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sooj6pAkmQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/t3tVQuR1Rgs/s320/DSC04182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371144995940374786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do corpo me toma conta,&lt;br /&gt;toda a energia que essa voz pode produzir.&lt;br /&gt;E a pele me arrepia,&lt;br /&gt;toda essa furia de mostrar ao mundo que se pode existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do que sou, me torno escravo&lt;br /&gt;Pois os desejos me tomam pela mão.&lt;br /&gt;E é certo, que o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;já não se engana, ao ver meu pulso raro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é o movimento que buscamos,&lt;br /&gt;que anterior, seria um pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Derivado da nossa capacidade&lt;br /&gt;de buscar o que mais amamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Que palavras sejam gestos           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gestos sejam pensamentos     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Da voz que move nossos corações."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-378893487995317060?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/378893487995317060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=378893487995317060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/378893487995317060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/378893487995317060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/08/voz.html' title='Voz'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sooj6pAkmQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/t3tVQuR1Rgs/s72-c/DSC04182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7900458393934798242</id><published>2009-08-10T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:03:43.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeito Perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SoA2z6xo2WI/AAAAAAAAAio/1WjAhTMWaFA/s1600-h/rbkb-723279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SoA2z6xo2WI/AAAAAAAAAio/1WjAhTMWaFA/s320/rbkb-723279.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368351021404313954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A gente se engana, da mesma maneira que ama. &lt;br&gt;Loucamente e inconsequente&lt;br&gt;Vulgarmente e inocentemente.&lt;br&gt;E chega t&amp;#250;, sorrateira, de leve, arteira&lt;br&gt;e te corta o calcanhar, a lombar e o olhar.&lt;br&gt;A&amp;#237; voc&amp;#234; se perde e a ribanceira desce.&lt;br&gt;Capota e desgosta, afronta e ainda zomba.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Mas &amp;#233; s&amp;#243; por um instante, e eu volto nesse instante&lt;br&gt;radiante e brilhante, aos olhos de quem n&amp;#227;o te esque&amp;#231;e.&lt;br&gt;J&amp;#225; ouviram falar que todo mundo tem o inferno que mere&amp;#231;e?&lt;br&gt;Pois &amp;#233;, e tudo fica igual &amp;#224; religi&amp;#227;o (ou n&amp;#227;o!).&lt;br&gt;Todos com pedras nas m&amp;#227;os, flores atiradas em v&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt;Julgando-se salvadores desse peda&amp;#231;o de ch&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A melhor parte disso tudo, &amp;#233; que n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; o fim do mundo.&lt;br&gt;Que o teu maior defeito, chega a ser perfeito de tanta desonestidade.&lt;br&gt;A melhor parte disso tudo, &amp;#233; que n&amp;#227;o estou moribundo.&lt;br&gt;Pois te vejo sorrir e se exibir, s&amp;#243; que sempre ao dormir, voc&amp;#234; ainda pensa em desistir.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Serenidade, guitarras, vinhos, paz, viol&amp;#245;es,  sorrisos, m&amp;#250;sica, saladas, teclados, tranqulidade, dvd&amp;#39;s, roskas...&lt;br&gt;&amp;#193;s vezes, nada disso parece ser suficiente, quando te tocam de maneira vil.&lt;br&gt;Acorda-se bem e no mesmo instante a nuvem cinza apare&amp;#231;e.&lt;br&gt;Eu at&amp;#233; suspeitava, que ninguem seria capaz de te tocar dessa maneira, &lt;br&gt;quando se est&amp;#225; pleno dos seus desejos.&lt;br&gt;Eu tinha at&amp;#233; certeza que nem o mais forte esbravejar nos ventos,&lt;br&gt;iria te por fora dos rumos, do prumo, quando se tem o caminho tra&amp;#231;ado.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Se tudo fosse t&amp;#227;o f&amp;#225;cil assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-7900458393934798242?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7900458393934798242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7900458393934798242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7900458393934798242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7900458393934798242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/08/defeito-perfeito.html' title='Defeito Perfeito'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SoA2z6xo2WI/AAAAAAAAAio/1WjAhTMWaFA/s72-c/rbkb-723279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-3297272305701108051</id><published>2009-08-06T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:06:16.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>A estátua e o espelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SntbllLsXCI/AAAAAAAAAig/F-_noo8FOoo/s1600-h/Mirror__Mirror__by_emilylikesthings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SntbllLsXCI/AAAAAAAAAig/F-_noo8FOoo/s320/Mirror__Mirror__by_emilylikesthings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366984082136521762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Viu-se a estátua de Vênus descrita em nuances suaves na face do espelho enamorado. E dele ouvia tantas palavras doces, que por fim também se declarou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu, que era esta pedra de fria beleza, descobri um insuspeito calor em meu ser, tão impróprio às pedras, que nem parece estar em mim mesma, mas envolve-me como o hálito de uma morna manha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nem que me quebrasse em mil pedaços, poderia refletir-se tantas vezes quando desejo. E mesmo que expulsasse de mim tudo aquilo que um dia refleti, que limpasse de minha memória todos os segundos a que outras coisas me entreguei, seria impossível conter sse amor. E como desejaria ter a face mais límpida só para refletir-se fielmente e exclusivamente, pois tudo o mais tornou-se indigno de conviver contigo em meu espírito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fábulas do Amor Distante  - Marcos Túlio Costa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-3297272305701108051?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/3297272305701108051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=3297272305701108051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3297272305701108051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3297272305701108051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-amor-distante.html' title='A estátua e o espelho'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SntbllLsXCI/AAAAAAAAAig/F-_noo8FOoo/s72-c/Mirror__Mirror__by_emilylikesthings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-5503028050375088677</id><published>2009-08-02T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:18:20.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E o momento certo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SnXxITmHYtI/AAAAAAAAAiY/MyvQtvzutMI/s1600-h/21022009661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SnXxITmHYtI/AAAAAAAAAiY/MyvQtvzutMI/s320/21022009661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365459656083202770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso latente&lt;br /&gt;Insiste em juntar-se a minha a alma&lt;br /&gt;E como um ente&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço a face onde enxergo a propria calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no teu toque indecente&lt;br /&gt;A falta de pudor é um instinto&lt;br /&gt;E poderia ser deprimente&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não sentisse na tua lingua o absinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o momento certo, exato&lt;br /&gt;deixa claro que o que falta é o caminho&lt;br /&gt;E a cada promessa, certeira&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto uma ave repousando em proprio ninho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esse texto tem quase 1 ano&lt;br /&gt;E sempre venho mudando as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;os sentidos, as rimas, os rumos.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez na esperança que elas façam algum sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez que elas me digam o que eu quero (e preciso) ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Sempre carregamos essa "coisa" com a gente.&lt;br /&gt;Nos apegamos a algo, na esperança que aquilo valha a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Que faça sentido, que nos faça plenamente feliz&lt;br /&gt;É comum encontrarmos sentido nas coisas&lt;br /&gt;principalmente quando estamos numa situação tal de fragilidade e/ou necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como fazemos para dicernir o que realmente nos faz sentido ou não?&lt;br /&gt;A gente é assim com muitas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou assim com meus textos&lt;br /&gt;e não raro com as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca é facil enxergar o "dead line".&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foi, talvez nunca seja.&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer sorte, decidi que é o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de tentar finaliza-los&lt;br /&gt;E vou posta-los, um a um&lt;br /&gt;do jeito que estão,&lt;br /&gt;imcompletos&lt;br /&gt;mas perfeitos para quem os criou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penso assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas não esqueça do seu trato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Da hora de parar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/2312893030935571632-5503028050375088677?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5503028050375088677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5503028050375088677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5503028050375088677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5503028050375088677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-o-momento-certo.html' title='E o momento certo?'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SnXxITmHYtI/AAAAAAAAAiY/MyvQtvzutMI/s72-c/21022009661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-8449680130534355040</id><published>2009-07-26T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:57:21.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Misses'/><title type='text'>Desenhos na pele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmzTMGtUDmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zRtM4A70xD4/s1600-h/tatoo_by_ukigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmzTMGtUDmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zRtM4A70xD4/s320/tatoo_by_ukigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362893461203979874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao vem me envolver&lt;br /&gt;Me faz sentir o que não sentia (e ouvia).&lt;br /&gt;E faz de tudo pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que você é tudo que o meu dia pedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mostre a alma&lt;br /&gt;Se sinta calma&lt;br /&gt;Será o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...mas não alarma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu absorvo-te as curvas...&lt;br /&gt;Os cheiros... desenhos na pele,&lt;br /&gt;As vezes, sabor de uvas&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre suave, como neve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é pura verdade&lt;br /&gt;a nossa identidade&lt;br /&gt;Será caridade?&lt;br /&gt;...sinto o gosto de sinceridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is a place where I don't feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a place where I feel at home..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-8449680130534355040?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/8449680130534355040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=8449680130534355040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8449680130534355040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8449680130534355040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/07/desenhos-na-pele.html' title='Desenhos na pele'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmzTMGtUDmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zRtM4A70xD4/s72-c/tatoo_by_ukigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-8297030653140164965</id><published>2009-07-23T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:42:04.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Smg-fRynfJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EVHT6z2wGd8/s1600-h/220320~1-724940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Smg-fRynfJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EVHT6z2wGd8/s320/220320~1-724940.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361604063457148050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;E quando voc&amp;#234; pensa que n&amp;#227;o faz diferen&amp;#231;a alguma...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sinto que esse semestre vou ter boas surpresas,&lt;br&gt;boas risadas e me divertir bastante.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;E tem Declinium (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/declinium"&gt;www.myspace.com/declinium&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/declinium"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/declinium&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt; ) no Feira Noise, no dia 25 de Julho, l&amp;#225; em Feira de Santana&lt;br&gt;Escutem, para quem nunca ouviu.&lt;br&gt;Continuem escutando, para quem j&amp;#225; ouve.&lt;br&gt;E o mais importante, voltem a escutar, para quem parou de ouvir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-8297030653140164965?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/8297030653140164965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=8297030653140164965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8297030653140164965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8297030653140164965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=';-)'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Smg-fRynfJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EVHT6z2wGd8/s72-c/220320~1-724940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6462072368771266848</id><published>2009-07-20T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:27:11.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos sair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmT8eiqcLoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zZTi1gc93PQ/s1600-h/Smile_by_chaad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmT8eiqcLoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zZTi1gc93PQ/s320/Smile_by_chaad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360687058108821122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero saber&lt;br /&gt;Me de a sua mão&lt;br /&gt;E abra o portão&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ontem não existe&lt;br /&gt;No amanhã depois eu penso&lt;br /&gt;O hoje é tudo, enfim,&lt;br /&gt;Pra voce e pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso tenho&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Von - Chega de Tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confesso que "amo muito tudo isso."&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-6462072368771266848?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6462072368771266848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6462072368771266848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6462072368771266848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6462072368771266848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorria-gente.html' title='Vamos sair'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmT8eiqcLoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zZTi1gc93PQ/s72-c/Smile_by_chaad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7705167923538637490</id><published>2009-07-18T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:40:04.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we can think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmHQKKrCwfI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MugsxhdCHIc/s1600-h/Think_Outside_The_Square_by_Simanion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmHQKKrCwfI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MugsxhdCHIc/s320/Think_Outside_The_Square_by_Simanion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359793904629760498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Experimenta dores!&lt;br /&gt; E padece e medita em não padecer mais;&lt;br /&gt; e para isso deve pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Experimenta alegrias!&lt;br /&gt; Regozija-se então e pensa em continuar a regorzijar-se frequentemente;&lt;br /&gt; e para isso deve pensar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem coisas em que eu concordo com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penso assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-7705167923538637490?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7705167923538637490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7705167923538637490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7705167923538637490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7705167923538637490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-can-think.html' title='we can think'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmHQKKrCwfI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MugsxhdCHIc/s72-c/Think_Outside_The_Square_by_Simanion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-5819426311924960805</id><published>2009-07-17T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:50:08.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Será que existe vida em marte?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmCbH9SA0WI/AAAAAAAAAhw/woFoblRC7zo/s1600-h/CERTIF%7E1-750864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmCbH9SA0WI/AAAAAAAAAhw/woFoblRC7zo/s320/CERTIF%7E1-750864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359454117582393698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A NASA vai dar uma oportunidade para quem sempre quis ter o nome lançado ao espaço, mas não conseguia aquela folguinha no trabalho para embarcar em um foguete. &lt;p&gt;Basta colocar nome, país e CEP no formulário disponível no site da agência espacial que seus dados serão incluídos em um microchip do Mars Science Laboratory, o veículo-laboratório que será lançado ao planeta vermelho em 2011. Após o cadastro, você recebe um certificado de participação numerado e o link da versão para impressão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meu Certificado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mars9.jpl.nasa.gov/msl/participate/sendyourname/index.cfm?action=getcert&amp;amp;hashid=289C1CC68C4A75B9BBF1177F3B6590D2"&gt;http://mars9.jpl.nasa.gov/msl/participate/sendyourname/index.cfm?action=getcert&amp;amp;hashid=289C1CC68C4A75B9BBF1177F3B6590D2&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://mars9.jpl.nasa.gov/msl/participate/sendyourname/index.cfm?action=getcert&amp;amp;hashid=289C1CC68C4A75B9BBF1177F3B6590D2"&gt;http://mars9.jpl.nasa.gov/msl/participate/sendyourname/index.cfm?action=getcert&amp;amp;hashid=289C1CC68C4A75B9BBF1177F3B6590D2&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu está aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mars.jpl.nasa.gov/msl/participate/sendyourname/index.html"&gt;http://mars.jpl.nasa.gov/msl/participate/sendyourname/index.html&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://mars.jpl.nasa.gov/msl/participate/sendyourname/index.html"&gt;http://mars.jpl.nasa.gov/msl/participate/sendyourname/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-5819426311924960805?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5819426311924960805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5819426311924960805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5819426311924960805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5819426311924960805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/07/sera-que-existe-vida-em-marte_17.html' title='Será que existe vida em marte?'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SmCbH9SA0WI/AAAAAAAAAhw/woFoblRC7zo/s72-c/CERTIF%7E1-750864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1027183443751485475</id><published>2009-07-14T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:34:37.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnum opus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Slx7XX3aZiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/34IKBeWc0sc/s1600-h/barmusa-777734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Slx7XX3aZiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/34IKBeWc0sc/s320/barmusa-777734.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358293298137687586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Seria no m&amp;#237;nimo fabuloso tentar entender a parte da mente humana, onde se localiza a &amp;quot;cumplicidade&amp;quot;. At&amp;#233; que pontos nos estamos propensos a ser cumplice de algu&amp;#233;m? &amp;#201; v&amp;#225;lido? &amp;#201; necess&amp;#225;rio? &amp;#201; preciso? Ou &amp;#233; uma forma de se estabelecer no &amp;quot;poder&amp;quot; em rela&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o a alguma outra pessoa? As vezes, isso me ocorre; com tanta for&amp;#231;a que n&amp;#227;o me permite enxergar o outro lado. E se, tudo isso for apenas uma forma de compaix&amp;#227;o (ou pena) de outro? E se esse sentimento existe &amp;quot;apenas&amp;quot; para ceder um pouco da nossa for&amp;#231;a a alguem? E a d&amp;#250;vida se mantem...&lt;br&gt;At&amp;#233; onde isso passa a ser v&amp;#225;lido? Quantas coisas boas deixaram de ser aproveitadas por conta disso? Quantos abra&amp;#231;os deixaram de serem recebidos? Quantos sorrisos deixaram de ser compartilhados? Bem, ainda sou bastante c&amp;#233;tico a isso e prefiro manter uma certa parcim&amp;#244;nia em rela&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o a este detalhe. Pois para mim ainda funciona o seguinte lema. &amp;quot;Se n&amp;#227;o serve para voc&amp;#234;, quem sabe poder&amp;#225; servir para mim.&amp;quot;. Ainda prefiro n&amp;#227;o me arriscar a vestir a camisa alheia dessa forma, pois j&amp;#225; fiquei por diversas vezes de barriga de fora. Talvez eu apenas esteja procurando no guarda-roupa errado. Arriscar &amp;#233; bom, &amp;#233; &amp;#243;timo, &amp;#233; emocionante. Mas o calor da emo&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o te faz esquentar o sangue, e voc&amp;#234; s&amp;#243; o sente escorrendo quando voc&amp;#234; precisa parar. A f&amp;#233; em um dia saber medir esse tipo de sentimento ainda persiste e seria minha grande obra se conseguisse a resposta. E sigo abra&amp;#231;ando quem eu puder, rindo com quem eu puder e principalmente colecionando coisas que para mim s&amp;#227;o verdadeiras (ou falsas) a depender do ponto de vista. Mas a&amp;#237; j&amp;#225; &amp;#233; outra hist&amp;#243;ria.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Penso assim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-1027183443751485475?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/1027183443751485475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=1027183443751485475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1027183443751485475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1027183443751485475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/07/magnum-opus.html' title='Magnum opus'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Slx7XX3aZiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/34IKBeWc0sc/s72-c/barmusa-777734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-8795505139944208380</id><published>2009-07-05T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:14:31.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...give me a drink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SlF5IonSzAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Twhi2TXx044/s1600-h/undress_by_yesilm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SlF5IonSzAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Twhi2TXx044/s320/undress_by_yesilm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355194621168372738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me dei ao prazer de escutar novamente umas das bandas mais envolventes que puderam me apresentar nestes últimos 12 meses. Batidas simples com uma voz gloriosa, letras marcantes com climas sensuais. Impossivel não imaginar meio-secos, ou qualquer tipo de alcool para te levar a lugares que você nunca pensou em ir. Dificil não enxergar corpos suados em constante fricção, dificil não enxergar olhares profundos. Luzes azuis, verdes, negras e vermelhas. Fácil enxergar lábios entreabertos, movimentos constantes e fortes, mãos nas curvas e no suor. Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So give me a light&lt;br /&gt; Or give me a drink&lt;br /&gt; Just give me a reason&lt;br /&gt; To feel what I think"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morcheeba - Undress Me Now&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkeAJ6dKo98&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-8795505139944208380?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/8795505139944208380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=8795505139944208380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8795505139944208380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8795505139944208380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-me-drink.html' title='...give me a drink.'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SlF5IonSzAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Twhi2TXx044/s72-c/undress_by_yesilm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-173172828452995684</id><published>2009-07-02T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:12:29.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o orkut é Deus... (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sk1akHP5-MI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aEadFcMAKcQ/s1600-h/revenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sk1akHP5-MI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aEadFcMAKcQ/s320/revenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354035108480940226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem dias que o orkut é Deus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorte de hoje:&lt;/b&gt; Olho por olho e o mundo acabará cego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tenho dito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-173172828452995684?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/173172828452995684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=173172828452995684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/173172828452995684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/173172828452995684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-orkut-e-deus.html' title='o orkut é Deus... (?)'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sk1akHP5-MI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aEadFcMAKcQ/s72-c/revenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-9043170507895399602</id><published>2009-06-25T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:00:03.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor pode ser bom sim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SkQ5IARAQdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NjfE0MsXwPA/s1600-h/7-9-2008+%28Vai+Que+De+Repente%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SkQ5IARAQdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NjfE0MsXwPA/s320/7-9-2008+%28Vai+Que+De+Repente%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351465066896048594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Leve-me daqui&lt;br /&gt;Breve&lt;br /&gt;Não sei aonde ir&lt;br /&gt;Uma ilha, o Japão&lt;br /&gt;Longe lá no céu, dentro do avião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beije-me até sarar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que quero desmanchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O nó que fica na garganta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor que fere também agiganta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis fugir&lt;br /&gt;Baby, daqui&lt;br /&gt;Botar o pé na estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me daqui&lt;br /&gt;Leve&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero me sentir&lt;br /&gt;Nas águas do Oceano Atlântico&lt;br /&gt;No seco do deserto te abraçar romântico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me, quer namorar&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;br /&gt;Zomba de mim pra eu me entregar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Língua quente, lava de vulcão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percorre o céu da boca e me tira do chão&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É tão difícil pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entender as coisas do coração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor pode ser bom sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei não&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;penso assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-9043170507895399602?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/9043170507895399602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=9043170507895399602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/9043170507895399602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/9043170507895399602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-amor-pode-ser-bom-sim.html' title='O amor pode ser bom sim...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SkQ5IARAQdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NjfE0MsXwPA/s72-c/7-9-2008+%28Vai+Que+De+Repente%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-3818013528632238676</id><published>2009-06-24T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:45:14.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SkLTVZiPYiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0mAkviNeWx0/s1600-h/19062009123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SkLTVZiPYiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0mAkviNeWx0/s320/19062009123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351071671854785058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nada a dizer...&lt;br /&gt;tô na ressaca do São João por mais uns 4 ou 5 dias.&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/2312893030935571632-3818013528632238676?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SkLTVZiPYiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0mAkviNeWx0/s72-c/19062009123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-3226095598431444727</id><published>2009-06-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:22:04.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Licor de Ameixa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sjr1jIxWUgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OPnZ5gC-8Cg/s1600-h/Imagem+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sjr1jIxWUgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OPnZ5gC-8Cg/s320/Imagem+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348857491454579202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When your mind's made up&lt;br /&gt;There's no point trying to change it..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-3226095598431444727?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/3226095598431444727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=3226095598431444727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3226095598431444727'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Você é como eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SjjfvpUoXCI/AAAAAAAAAdU/e6xnCUENefc/s1600-h/Sofrimento1-778132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SjjfvpUoXCI/AAAAAAAAAdU/e6xnCUENefc/s320/Sofrimento1-778132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348270567141694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;Pegue minha  mão,&lt;br /&gt;vamos viajar.&lt;br /&gt;Sair por aí,&lt;br /&gt;sem ter onde  chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;Você é como  eu,&lt;br /&gt;e isso não é ruim&lt;br /&gt;Estamos satisfeitos,&lt;br /&gt;até alguem  chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;Pegue em minha  mão,&lt;br /&gt;indo por aí.&lt;br /&gt;Você é como eu,&lt;br /&gt;sem medo de  arriscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;Se eu vier a  cair,&lt;br /&gt;você vai me esperar.&lt;br /&gt;E quanto a você&lt;br /&gt;o que tiver que ser, será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;Se eu estiver sofrendo,&lt;br /&gt;você vai ignorar.&lt;br /&gt;Pois se você cair,&lt;br /&gt;não posso te esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;Gente -  Declinium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notável a  facilidade de escrevermos sobre coisas dolorosas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surpreendente como a melodia surge em meio a  tantas dores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Triste perceber que defeitos são  comuns a todos os seres,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que o máximo  que conseguimos fazer é "escolher" de qual &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mal queremos  sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cada um é  responsável pelo próprio céu ou inferno."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="784462811-17062009"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt; Psicografado por Chico Xavier e atribuido ao espirito  Emmanuel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-5639787027862074994?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5639787027862074994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5639787027862074994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5639787027862074994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5639787027862074994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-e-como-eu.html' title='Você é como eu...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SjjfvpUoXCI/AAAAAAAAAdU/e6xnCUENefc/s72-c/Sofrimento1-778132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-8798451156503141740</id><published>2009-06-14T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T05:26:12.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por uma semana apenas...</title><content type='html'>"Temporariamente,&lt;br /&gt;você irá pensar em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Teimosamente,&lt;br /&gt;achará que não tem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto te acordar,&lt;br /&gt;mas preciso falar...&lt;br /&gt;Que é empolgação&lt;br /&gt;por uma semana apenas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo conecta, temporariamente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha como não postar isso aqui&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;e sinto muito lhes dizer, pois isso virará uma música&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Leiam: http://wistiful.blogspot.com/, pois ela é a dona do texto.&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/2312893030935571632-8798451156503141740?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/8798451156503141740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=8798451156503141740&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8798451156503141740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8798451156503141740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/06/temporariamente-voce-ira-pensar-em-mim.html' title='Por uma semana apenas...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1241489606300821395</id><published>2009-06-14T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T04:54:07.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Re-descorbeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o que vier'/><title type='text'>Reconhecimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SjTjJPeSnfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZxCZjyokd7I/s1600-h/Imagem+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SjTjJPeSnfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZxCZjyokd7I/s320/Imagem+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347148405507530226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mais um dia... Percebo que as coisas não eram tão dificeis assim.  E que estava tudo ali na minha frente. (E porque a gente não fez diferente?). A vontade, a coragem, o carinho, os desejos, o tesão, o reconhecimento. Palavra essa que em toda minha ignorância, só pude entender o significado real ontem. E sempre esteve ali... mas a gente sempre que fazer pelo caminho mais fácil e nem sempre ele é mais o certo. Coisa fina é poder te olhar e me ver de novo em você, coisa rara é perceber que "Tornar o amor real é expulsá-lo de você, Prá que ele possa ser de alguém!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-1241489606300821395?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/1241489606300821395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=1241489606300821395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1241489606300821395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1241489606300821395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/06/reconhecimento.html' title='Reconhecimento...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SjTjJPeSnfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZxCZjyokd7I/s72-c/Imagem+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6133066685065934400</id><published>2009-06-12T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:20:01.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carinho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dois em um'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abraço'/><title type='text'>Dia de dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SjKmMsUpArI/AAAAAAAAAcs/uowJY-9gcS4/s1600-h/where__s_my_valentine____by_herryhewy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SjKmMsUpArI/AAAAAAAAAcs/uowJY-9gcS4/s320/where__s_my_valentine____by_herryhewy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346518444628574898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia de dois&lt;br /&gt;Dia dos dois&lt;br /&gt;Dia da gente&lt;br /&gt;e de gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia de troca&lt;br /&gt;Dia da troca&lt;br /&gt;Dia do indecente&lt;br /&gt;e do decente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Dia da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Dia da vaidade&lt;br /&gt;e saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia de nós&lt;br /&gt;Dia dos nós&lt;br /&gt;Dia de dar&lt;br /&gt;e receber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia impar para se pensar junto&lt;br /&gt;Para olhar para frente e tocar em frente&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem esquecer os acertos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo indo contra o senso comum de alguns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia pra tocar alguem e chamar de teu.&lt;br /&gt;E dar-lhe aquele abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;E então, entregar-lhe a alma.&lt;br /&gt;E ir contra  a resistência da maré da dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia para atravéz da janela da vida&lt;br /&gt;Respirar intensamente o sopro da cumplicidade&lt;br /&gt;E sentir aquele ar colorido limpar os pulmões&lt;br /&gt;judiados das palavras monocromáticas que insistem em sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia para ouvir sua melhor música&lt;br /&gt;e senti-la tomar suas veias, de forma tão intensa&lt;br /&gt;Que todo som brutal e doloroso em forma de palavra&lt;br /&gt;se dissolverá em uníssono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia para acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;que dessa vez, possa ser para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Que poderemos fazer certo&lt;br /&gt;e que será diferente&lt;br /&gt;e melhor, a cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louco amor meu, que quando toca, fere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E quando fere vibra, mas prefere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ferir a fenecer - e vive a esmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-6133066685065934400?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6133066685065934400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6133066685065934400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6133066685065934400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6133066685065934400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-de-dois.html' title='Dia de dois'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SjKmMsUpArI/AAAAAAAAAcs/uowJY-9gcS4/s72-c/where__s_my_valentine____by_herryhewy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-3026204045989769841</id><published>2009-06-08T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T04:51:36.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5.1.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><title type='text'>Sofá laranja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Si3Y0paZbNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SF3K-SDR2yE/s1600-h/orange_sofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Si3Y0paZbNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SF3K-SDR2yE/s320/orange_sofa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345166731740015826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom reconhecer suas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Aquela marca de catchup no sofá laranja&lt;br /&gt;E gosto do som da água no chuveiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto falta das suas comidinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do ronco rouco da geladeira&lt;br /&gt;E o barulho do meu eu futuro a ecoar pela casa&lt;br /&gt;O 5.1 me envolve no calor e paz teus&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto falta do meio-seco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro o som do vento na porta&lt;br /&gt;Me desfaço em nuvem nas tuas pernas.&lt;br /&gt;O meu japones insiste em tocar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto falta das espuma que faziamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È bom estar de volta&lt;br /&gt;È bom estar em casa&lt;br /&gt;É bom sentir teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sentir falta não é ruim&lt;br /&gt;Só mostra que o que passou foi bom&lt;br /&gt;e deve ser usado para nos tornarmos melhores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-3026204045989769841?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/3026204045989769841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=3026204045989769841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3026204045989769841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3026204045989769841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/06/sofa-laranja.html' title='Sofá laranja'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Si3Y0paZbNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SF3K-SDR2yE/s72-c/orange_sofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6801989080444484454</id><published>2009-06-08T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:04:56.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='método'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auto-ajuda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Segurança'/><title type='text'>Segurança</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Si0URsgg5XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XG_-qb7Dstk/s1600-h/%3D%3Fiso-8859-1%3FQ%3Faaa%3D5Fseguran%3DE7a%3D5Fthumb%3D2Ejpg%3F%3D-794924"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Si0URsgg5XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XG_-qb7Dstk/s320/%3D%3Fiso-8859-1%3FQ%3Faaa%3D5Fseguran%3DE7a%3D5Fthumb%3D2Ejpg%3F%3D-794924" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344950626996512114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Segurança!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Acho que todos precisam disso de alguma forma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Mas chega a ser muito mais complicado do que somente dizer:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;-Pode confiar em mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;-Eu confio em você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Não, vai muito mais além disso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;È a segurança que vai além das palavras&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Dos atos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Dos olhos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Nos gestos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Pois basta uma simples falha,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Uma simples palavra errada em um e-mail (ou todo ele.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Basta uma simples mensagem no celular.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Somente um toque na pessoa que não importa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Somente um sorriso ao menor mimo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E toda a segurança se abalará.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E toda a segurança penosa na construção vai embora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Penso assim: Dê segurança a uma pessoa e a terás para o resto da tua vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;È fácil superar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;È fácil suportar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Depende. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;O ser humano tem formas engraçadas e doloras (muitas vezes) de seguir adiante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Sempre medindo, pesando, comparando...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E os cálculos prosseguem...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Onde/O que posso perder?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Onde/O que posso ganhar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Parece frio e calculista, mas tudo o mundo o assim faz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Ninguém que dar um passo a frente sem saber onde está pisando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E geralmente quem o faz se machuca, e bastante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Bom, acho que o que sobra é ficar na corda bamba&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Com apenas um ponto de apoio e equilíbrio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Seguir cuidadoso para não cair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Cuidadoso para não machucar e sair machucado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E rezar para que alguma alma boa a pegue pela mão &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E lhe convença de tudo aquilo que a gente vê não é real&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Que tudo aquilo que a gente vê é coisa de nossa cabeça.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E que lhe dê a segurança enfim de seguir adiante sem olhar para trás.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Atropelando tudo e a todos. Pelo simples fato da segurança.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Acho que amor é um pacote completo e indefectível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Pacote fechado e inalterado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E se falta algo, não é mais amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E a luta está ai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Em torná-lo, completo, perfeito, simétrico&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Enquanto isso a gente segue, tomando topadas, matando e morrendo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E tentando ser melhor a cada erro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E vendo as coisas irem e vindo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Irem e vindo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Irem e vindo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Essas frases para mim se completam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;“você precisa de alguém que te dê segurança, senão você dança.” &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; “o que foi feito se desfez”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-6801989080444484454?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6801989080444484454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6801989080444484454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6801989080444484454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6801989080444484454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/06/seguranca.html' title='Segurança'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Si0URsgg5XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XG_-qb7Dstk/s72-c/%3D%3Fiso-8859-1%3FQ%3Faaa%3D5Fseguran%3DE7a%3D5Fthumb%3D2Ejpg%3F%3D-794924' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6892785807827774232</id><published>2009-06-07T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:18:47.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu e Você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigur Rós'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um novo começo'/><title type='text'>Meu Novo Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Siu8GZqyOYI/AAAAAAAAAbc/6Wa1HSNo3jA/s1600-h/76c0e34e9552e7a7ffdc5d790f133d06.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Siu8GZqyOYI/AAAAAAAAAbc/6Wa1HSNo3jA/s320/76c0e34e9552e7a7ffdc5d790f133d06.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344572200960801154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu novo Sol&lt;br /&gt;Para tirar da minha pele os desastres&lt;br /&gt;Meu novo Ar.&lt;br /&gt;Para entrar nos meu pulmões as palavras certas&lt;br /&gt;Minha nova chuva&lt;br /&gt;Para limpar o espírito das coisas passadas&lt;br /&gt;Minha nova música&lt;br /&gt;Para lembrar sempre o que passou.&lt;br /&gt;Meu novo show&lt;br /&gt;Para me preparar para o que virá&lt;br /&gt;Meu novo Festival&lt;br /&gt;E o que é bom se eternizará naquelas flores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-6892785807827774232?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6892785807827774232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6892785807827774232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6892785807827774232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6892785807827774232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/06/meu-novo-festival.html' title='Meu Novo Festival'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Siu8GZqyOYI/AAAAAAAAAbc/6Wa1HSNo3jA/s72-c/76c0e34e9552e7a7ffdc5d790f133d06.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-8832936946853402565</id><published>2009-06-05T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T06:49:24.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigur Rós'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Você'/><title type='text'>Eu não sei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SiptlHLbZjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qBAGSn6RdsY/s1600-h/Dead_Cat_by_plushrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SiptlHLbZjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qBAGSn6RdsY/s320/Dead_Cat_by_plushrooms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344204392178083378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamãe, hoje eu matei, matei que doeu. Mamãe, será que ele vai para o céu? E eu? Eu vou para o céu também? Eu não sei meu filho! Eu não sei! Mas antes de morrer ele disse: Porque você faz isso? Eu não sei! É como se eu quisesse tudo e nada ao mesmo tempo. Sei que ele me rogou pragas eternas e amaldiçoou o ar que respiro. Não é o feitio dele, mas, ele foi obrigado a fazê-lo. Razão? A estupidez humana, o egoismo humano, o cinismo humano, a hipocrisia humana, a falta de caráter humana. Se você sabe de todos esses motivos, porque o faz então? Eu não sei! Só sei que sou perigoso, sou traiçoeiro. O suficiente para matar alguem. E eu que vi teus olhos tristes, e eu que vi a face do desespero, a face da derrota, a face do arrependimento. Mas, e a razão? Eu nao sei! "Tenhas cuidado a quem você vai emprestar tua alma, você pode não tê-la de volta meu rapaz." Você que estando ai, a querer me matar, é a prova viva que as pessoas não valem o que falam. E por falar em falar...Tú sabes o motivo dessa raiva, dessa dor, dessa angústia? Eu não sei! Coração fechado sempre então, corpo fechado sempre e depois disso tudo, seja o que Deus quiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-8832936946853402565?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/8832936946853402565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=8832936946853402565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8832936946853402565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/8832936946853402565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-nao-sei.html' title='Eu não sei!'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SiptlHLbZjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qBAGSn6RdsY/s72-c/Dead_Cat_by_plushrooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-138675297124892821</id><published>2009-06-04T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:54:44.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loucura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medo'/><title type='text'>Auto-de-fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SiiIwfIEwAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/SKd4x4HR8R4/s1600-h/hand_by_gilead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SiiIwfIEwAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/SKd4x4HR8R4/s320/hand_by_gilead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343671324445556738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu tive o tempo em minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;fiz tudo tão lento, por precaução&lt;br /&gt;Talvez medo&lt;br /&gt;E se um deus imperfeito&lt;br /&gt;Me explica só o que eu já sei&lt;br /&gt;E não vê que aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;Tudo merece estar tão bem,&lt;br /&gt;o que me espera eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aumente um pouco mais o som&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei o que eu posso te dizer&lt;br /&gt;“pense um pouco mais então...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num dia perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina só o que eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Refaça-me o peito&lt;br /&gt;Me enrubesce o rosto sem fé.&lt;br /&gt;que o que me espera eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acene um pouco mais a mão&lt;br /&gt;que eu não sei se isso é parte de um adeus&lt;br /&gt;sempre um pouco mais em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic;" id="sz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Violins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="cmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Composição: Beto Cupertino&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/2312893030935571632-138675297124892821?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/138675297124892821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=138675297124892821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/138675297124892821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/138675297124892821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/06/auto-de-fe.html' title='Auto-de-fé'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SiiIwfIEwAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/SKd4x4HR8R4/s72-c/hand_by_gilead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-835890827067701862</id><published>2009-05-28T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T04:30:42.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de se ter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sh514oXBNpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bCtp1Jk9l6A/s1600-h/sonho-liberdade-742656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sh514oXBNpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bCtp1Jk9l6A/s320/sonho-liberdade-742656.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340835823875077778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;O que importa são os pontos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;Os encontros destinados.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;Linhas traçadas pela mente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;Você não sente, mas no fundo faz falta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;Olhe além,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;O que passou não é o que resta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;O amor próprio é muito (sempre) mais importante pra se amar alguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;O futuro precisa ter você 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font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt; font-family:Verdana;font-style:italic'&gt;Coisa velha e boa pra vocês&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt; font-family:Verdana;font-style:italic'&gt;Ótima banda, ótimo som pra quem gosta de pop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt; font-family:Verdana;font-style:italic'&gt;http://tramavirtual.uol.com.br/artista.jsp?id=20408&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-835890827067701862?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/835890827067701862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=835890827067701862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/835890827067701862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/835890827067701862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/05/antes-de-se-ter.html' title='Antes de se ter'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sh514oXBNpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bCtp1Jk9l6A/s72-c/sonho-liberdade-742656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-2589283380045400215</id><published>2009-05-23T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:01:55.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saída'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ondas'/><title type='text'>Ops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Shibuc6oYxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sHknZyTuaks/s1600-h/Ops__by_ChiccaDA-713651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Shibuc6oYxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sHknZyTuaks/s320/Ops__by_ChiccaDA-713651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339188580586119954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Se é gostoso, porque não&lt;br /&gt;Se é bem bom pro coração&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai pra ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Viva, tenha..."&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-2589283380045400215?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/2589283380045400215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=2589283380045400215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2589283380045400215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2589283380045400215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/05/ops_23.html' title='Ops!'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Shibuc6oYxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sHknZyTuaks/s72-c/Ops__by_ChiccaDA-713651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7390344369635988598</id><published>2009-05-18T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:57:31.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugar algum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ShMqhP0LBzI/AAAAAAAAAas/tvV776RqKl4/s1600-h/THE_BE~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337656734033577778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ShMqhP0LBzI/AAAAAAAAAas/tvV776RqKl4/s320/THE_BE~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poderia eu passar despercebido pelo mundo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes eu queria ter esse dom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poderia eu passar a ser um zero?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes eu me pego pensando nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria até legal esse sacrificio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passar em branco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não ser ninguem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invisível e Mínimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que talvez até o mundo agradeceria de certa forma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menos dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menos ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menos lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menos desespero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra quê contato?&lt;br /&gt;E pra que cheiros?&lt;br /&gt;E pra quê palavras?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pra quê libido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê tudo isso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se você não consegue controlar nem a sua propria dicção?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quê tudo isso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se você não entende o significado da palavra direção?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confuso, Estranho, Inconformado e sem juizo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ou mais...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu parar pra pensar bem, eu acho que:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso me amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso me tocar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso me enxergar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Preciso saber o que sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tic tac, tic tac...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu filho, você está preparado para si mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ás vezes eu me sinto de lugar algum..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-7390344369635988598?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7390344369635988598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7390344369635988598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7390344369635988598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7390344369635988598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/05/lugar-algum.html' title='Lugar algum...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ShMqhP0LBzI/AAAAAAAAAas/tvV776RqKl4/s72-c/THE_BE~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7030176377329587037</id><published>2009-05-18T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:15:39.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu me dei a ingrata missão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ShHP0OnOxkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/K8ARvEBRrEQ/s1600-h/alone_by_buaiansayapanomali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ShHP0OnOxkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/K8ARvEBRrEQ/s320/alone_by_buaiansayapanomali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337275529593538114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ser melhor&lt;br /&gt;de ser sincero&lt;br /&gt;de ser teu&lt;br /&gt;de ser cúmplice&lt;br /&gt;de ser amigo&lt;br /&gt;de ser homem&lt;br /&gt;de ser verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;de ser parceiro&lt;br /&gt;de ser honesto&lt;br /&gt;de ser alguem&lt;br /&gt;de ser importante&lt;br /&gt;de ser eu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-7030176377329587037?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7030176377329587037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7030176377329587037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7030176377329587037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7030176377329587037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-me-dei-ingrata-missao.html' title='Eu me dei a ingrata missão...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ShHP0OnOxkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/K8ARvEBRrEQ/s72-c/alone_by_buaiansayapanomali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-3168940518156212617</id><published>2009-05-09T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:52:29.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem Duplo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SgWYkIKW-ZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BagEQtYnbhU/s1600-h/Double_A_by_FrealaF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SgWYkIKW-ZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BagEQtYnbhU/s320/Double_A_by_FrealaF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837080123865490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que fazer, de tudo um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um vilão, metido em confusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um Franknstein, eu sou um monstro&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de alguém, por que você não vem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou me afogar, vou pro trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Vou beber licor, preciso de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer de mim um homem duplo&lt;br /&gt;Preciso fugir e andar no escuro, só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Minha identidade&lt;br /&gt;Envelhecida e ultrapassada, anda por aí&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Minha maldade&lt;br /&gt;Tão deprimida que olhou pra vida e foi dar um beijo em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso arranjar uma maneira&lt;br /&gt;De me entender, de te entender também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que aceitar as minhas partes&lt;br /&gt;Sou um Franknstein, por ter coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Homem Duplo - Margot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente essa letra vem fazendo o maior sentido para mim.&lt;br /&gt;(pelo menos a enxergo assim.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo ou Errado?&lt;br /&gt;Amor ou Ódio?&lt;br /&gt;Herói ou Vilão&lt;br /&gt;Belo ou Fera?&lt;br /&gt;Coragem ou Covardia?&lt;br /&gt;Sincero ou Falso?&lt;br /&gt;Bondade ou Maldade?&lt;br /&gt;Positivo ou Negativo?&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem sabe as duas metades juntas?&lt;br /&gt;Vá saber...&lt;br /&gt;"Você precisa saber o que você quer!"&lt;br /&gt;Ecos...&lt;br /&gt;Ecos...&lt;br /&gt;Ecos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2312893030935571632-3168940518156212617?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/3168940518156212617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=3168940518156212617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3168940518156212617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3168940518156212617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/05/homem-duplo.html' title='Homem Duplo'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SgWYkIKW-ZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BagEQtYnbhU/s72-c/Double_A_by_FrealaF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-618883326302990928</id><published>2009-05-04T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:06:22.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sf-658tDXuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/q5UM3MiMTU0/s1600-h/Broken_Heart_by_Bambr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sf-658tDXuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/q5UM3MiMTU0/s320/Broken_Heart_by_Bambr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332185988540358370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje, meu coração é marte.&lt;br /&gt;hoje, o meu dia não nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;hoje, senti dor por toda parte.&lt;br /&gt;hoje, o meu sol escureceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje, eu não quero abrir os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;hoje, eu não vou sair daqui.&lt;br /&gt;hoje, não quero saber de nada.&lt;br /&gt;hoje, só quero esquecer de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Marte - Declinium&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/2312893030935571632-618883326302990928?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/618883326302990928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=618883326302990928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/618883326302990928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/618883326302990928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/05/marte.html' title='Marte'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sf-658tDXuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/q5UM3MiMTU0/s72-c/Broken_Heart_by_Bambr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7312473874700321691</id><published>2009-04-22T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:24:44.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verde-kiwi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Se_qbtCHVpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rKMmMA0r99M/s1600-h/kiwi_by_papercut_cherry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Se_qbtCHVpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rKMmMA0r99M/s320/kiwi_by_papercut_cherry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327734645868418706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Verde-kiwi&lt;br /&gt;amor chileno; de uvas verdes e também vermelhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Aroma canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;carinho soteropolitano; entre folhas verdes e frutos vermelho&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fragmentos de vidas em pontos de onibus,&lt;br /&gt;rastros que ficam num pequeno pedaço de unha.&lt;br /&gt;Eternidade que se encontra no olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e corpos que se transmutam em paz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sentimentos indefiníveis, no plano humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;o leve movimentos dos dedos informa tod&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a a&lt;/span&gt; vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e por pêlos uma pequena parcela de ser se prende a outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escrito por 2 bocas, ou 4 mãos, ou 20 dedos, quem sabe até 40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2312893030935571632-7312473874700321691?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7312473874700321691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7312473874700321691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7312473874700321691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7312473874700321691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/04/verde-kiwi.html' title='Verde-kiwi'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Se_qbtCHVpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rKMmMA0r99M/s72-c/kiwi_by_papercut_cherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1110330394923090852</id><published>2009-04-22T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:37:17.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como um céu azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Se9DLQ9bXDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Tl8si-fejqI/s1600-h/Up_to_the_blue_sky_by_realityDream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Se9DLQ9bXDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Tl8si-fejqI/s320/Up_to_the_blue_sky_by_realityDream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327550745012821042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero meu amor, que tú roubou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero meu prazer, que vive em você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esqueça o que eu te dei, não é mais teu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só você não viu, que o tempo se esvaiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é estranha como um céu azul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes penso como é bom mentir, pra você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não ligo se eu te faço mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes penso que nem fui brutal com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem me fazer rir, se conseguir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenta me mostrar se há coisa boa em ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem tente me tocar, tu não vai gostar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se você for, não pense em voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é estranha como um céu azul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes penso como é bom mentir pra você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não ligo se eu te faço mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes penso que nem fui brutal com você.&lt;/div&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/2312893030935571632-1110330394923090852?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Se9DLQ9bXDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Tl8si-fejqI/s72-c/Up_to_the_blue_sky_by_realityDream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-4806788952180055999</id><published>2009-04-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:51:11.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SeqDe_fQM2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/Mlm6WV0r7S4/s1600-h/Sex__by_Anniika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SeqDe_fQM2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/Mlm6WV0r7S4/s320/Sex__by_Anniika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326214077780865890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dê amor&lt;br /&gt;Dê paixão&lt;br /&gt;Dê espera&lt;br /&gt;Dê esperma&lt;br /&gt;Dê prazer&lt;br /&gt;Dê fogo&lt;br /&gt;Dê  uma nela&lt;br /&gt;De carinho&lt;br /&gt;De sacanagem&lt;br /&gt;De sarro&lt;br /&gt;De fato&lt;br /&gt;Dê amor&lt;br /&gt;Dê  segurança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De anca na anca dela&lt;br /&gt;E amanheça de cabeça dentro dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Dê  - Cérebro Eletronico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;è isso ai&lt;br /&gt;sem tirar... nem por&lt;br /&gt;rápido e caceteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê, pelamordedeus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-4806788952180055999?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/4806788952180055999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=4806788952180055999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4806788952180055999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4806788952180055999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/04/de.html' title='Dê'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SeqDe_fQM2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/Mlm6WV0r7S4/s72-c/Sex__by_Anniika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-95100894042682316</id><published>2009-04-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:08:43.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fada Verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SeswRbu9S7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/vFGm7PEkHSo/s1600-h/fada+verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SeswRbu9S7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/vFGm7PEkHSo/s320/fada+verde.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326404060356365234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem me dar um beijo,&lt;br /&gt;vem me fazer bem.&lt;div&gt;E esse brilho no teu rosto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está em mim também?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as nossas brigas sem sentido, sem motivo aparente,&lt;br /&gt;Que parecem não ter fim (e não tem).&lt;br /&gt;E são tantas armadilhas, tantos becos sem saída&lt;div&gt;a espera de um fim (o nosso fim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, a vida prega peças!&lt;br /&gt;nossas pedras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem me dar carinho,&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que você tem.&lt;br /&gt;Se te escrevo um caminho,&lt;br /&gt;escreve o meu também?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a (nossa) vida prega peças, tantas pedras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na esperança de a gente desistir (é fácil assim?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E me coloca no caminho, uma linda fada verde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma ninfa, um amor, que é você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, a vida prega peças!&lt;br /&gt;tantas pedras....&lt;br /&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/2312893030935571632-95100894042682316?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/95100894042682316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=95100894042682316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/95100894042682316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/95100894042682316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/04/fada-verde.html' title='Fada Verde'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SeswRbu9S7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/vFGm7PEkHSo/s72-c/fada+verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-3983094358742929551</id><published>2009-03-30T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:21:16.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vê de lá?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SdCTM77j8AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mWcxuFPGI70/s1600-h/Handly_Ohm_by_Sabine_Delarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SdCTM77j8AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mWcxuFPGI70/s320/Handly_Ohm_by_Sabine_Delarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318913010379780098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princesa, não te esqueças&lt;br /&gt;Não tema o infortunio não.&lt;br /&gt;Não seja a imperfeita&lt;br /&gt;Põe de lado tua tristeza entao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponderar, refletir...&lt;br /&gt;Vê de lá eu tocar tua mão?&lt;br /&gt;A escolha nem sempre perdoa &lt;br /&gt;Senta aí para ouvir o sermão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja, era tão azul&lt;br /&gt;Mas é pena que a gente não viu&lt;br /&gt;Que o todo vem se tranformando em mil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não é fácil&lt;br /&gt;E tudo vem tão rápido&lt;br /&gt;E o medo dessa solidão é tão vil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-3983094358742929551?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/3983094358742929551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=3983094358742929551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3983094358742929551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3983094358742929551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/03/ve-de-la.html' title='Vê de lá?'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SdCTM77j8AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mWcxuFPGI70/s72-c/Handly_Ohm_by_Sabine_Delarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-5362329909003471</id><published>2009-03-23T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:37:26.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O principio da Incerteza*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Scg4tOUnOUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dSpQfQNFZtw/s1600-h/casal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Scg4tOUnOUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dSpQfQNFZtw/s320/casal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316561709700692290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doi!&lt;br /&gt;E doi tanto ver-te aconchegastes em braços estes que não são os teus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O que serás que pensas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doi!&lt;br /&gt;E doi ver aquele riso prometido a ti, flutuar até olhos até então estranhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doi!&lt;br /&gt;E doi ouvir da tua fiel escudeira palavras mudas que irão te por à prova.&lt;br /&gt;Uma prova onde você sairá como um scaramouch, ou quem sabe um animador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz...&lt;br /&gt;Cedo ou tarde alguem rirá de você meu grande e (iludido?) amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doi!&lt;br /&gt;Doi observar o congelamento digital do tempo.  È você que estará lá? Verás!&lt;br /&gt;E na (tua?) nuca a ti ofertada repousa a mão do absurdo.&lt;br /&gt;Reconhes tais falanges na cabeleira farta? (e elas também não são tuas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Passeio" da fama?&lt;br /&gt;Prêmio Framboesa?&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindo ao clube!&lt;br /&gt;Pegue teu assento e assista ao teu suicidio.&lt;br /&gt;Pombos correios já não funcionam mais.&lt;br /&gt;(Voz pelo ar também não!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greve geral?&lt;br /&gt;Não...&lt;br /&gt;A crise bateu a tua porta irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te quer mais aqui. (pelo menos até o final do espediente)&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Lembre-se!&lt;br /&gt;Terás que correr atrás do chefe.&lt;br /&gt;Ele concerteza não irá atrás de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensação de inutilidade e descaso não chega ao acaso.&lt;br /&gt;Ela vem de preto para aquecer a pele que você acostumou-se a proteger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada pior que um toque de lábios no cerebro alheio.&lt;br /&gt;Nada pior que tentaculos nas curvas onde tu aprendestes a caminhar e a se encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doi demais?&lt;br /&gt;A dor é louca!&lt;br /&gt;Doentia!&lt;br /&gt;Perversa!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, "o que é que tem?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na dor repousa o principio da Incerteza de Heisenberg*&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hei de unifica-la a outras teorias incertezas (outras nem tanto) para enfim&lt;br /&gt;medir o teu destino e quem sabe o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Segundo o princípio da incerteza, não se pode conhecer com precisão absoluta a  posição ou o momento (e, portanto, a velocidade) de uma partícula. Isto acontece porque para  medir qualquer um desses valores acabamos os alterando, e isto não é uma questão de  medição, mas sim de física quântica e da natureza das partículas.&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/2312893030935571632-5362329909003471?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5362329909003471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5362329909003471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5362329909003471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5362329909003471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-principio-da-incerteza.html' title='O principio da Incerteza*'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Scg4tOUnOUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dSpQfQNFZtw/s72-c/casal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7950504730838175</id><published>2009-03-18T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:16:00.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algodão Doce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ScG5w4h4pDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xPYnoheZHH0/s1600-h/I_want_2_B_your_friend_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ScG5w4h4pDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xPYnoheZHH0/s320/I_want_2_B_your_friend_by_gilad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314733284733264946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ela, que vem transformando nuvem cinzas em algodão doce;&lt;br /&gt;e se deixa tocar,&lt;br /&gt;só para ter o prazer de te transformar em ouro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ela, que te contamina com o sorriso mas leve que se pode medir;&lt;br /&gt;e se deixa levar,&lt;br /&gt;só para mostrar o poder de te transmutar de novo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È ela, que te envolve em abraços infinitos, recheados de verdade;&lt;br /&gt;e se deixa mostrar,&lt;br /&gt;só para deixar-te claro que o mundo não acaba ali (nem aqui).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È ela, que te olha com telescópios, estes que te atravessam a alma;&lt;br /&gt;e se deixa provar,&lt;br /&gt;só para te pôr a certeza que estás ali para ser uma parte de ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-7950504730838175?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7950504730838175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7950504730838175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7950504730838175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7950504730838175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/03/algodao-doce.html' title='Algodão Doce'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ScG5w4h4pDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xPYnoheZHH0/s72-c/I_want_2_B_your_friend_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-5670666633275836622</id><published>2009-03-15T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:05:00.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai que de repente (eu resolva matar a todos...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sb1DFsYOmbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vSzzF8kCSoQ/s1600-h/macaco_pulp_fiction_segurando_arma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sb1DFsYOmbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vSzzF8kCSoQ/s320/macaco_pulp_fiction_segurando_arma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313476900458240434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...] Não consigo encontrar abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Meu país é campo inimigo&lt;br /&gt;E você finge que vê,mas não vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...] Não faça com os outros o que você não quer&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feito com você&lt;br /&gt;Você finge não ver e isso dá câncer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais do que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;Esperança&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;, teus lençóis têm cheiro de doença&lt;br /&gt;E veja que da fonte sou os quilômtros adiante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebro todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida e meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito em mim&lt;br /&gt;E continuo limpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você acha que sabe&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não vê que a maldade é prejuízo [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...] Me tira essa vergonha,me liberta dessa culpa&lt;br /&gt;Me arranca esse ódio,me livra desse medo [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basicamente é isso.&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano é ser escroto e sujo&lt;br /&gt;E no geral a única preocupação é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tentar fazer com que os outros seres comentam, os mesmos erros que os seus próprios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Doentio, sujo e bizarro.&lt;br /&gt;Chega a ser covarde você tentar viver...&lt;br /&gt;se escondendo&lt;br /&gt;mentindo a si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;e sempre andando com a sensação de que alguma alma porca&lt;br /&gt;possa lhe apunhalar por tras (muitas vezes pela frente mesmo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao, é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/2312893030935571632-5670666633275836622?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/5670666633275836622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=5670666633275836622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5670666633275836622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/5670666633275836622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/03/vai-que-de-repente-eu-resolva-matar.html' title='Vai que de repente (eu resolva matar a todos...)'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/Sb1DFsYOmbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vSzzF8kCSoQ/s72-c/macaco_pulp_fiction_segurando_arma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-2285175704275742111</id><published>2009-02-24T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:43:30.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E sobre as de Daline...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SaQHS1nOoxI/AAAAAAAAARg/kkhDSht9sm0/s1600-h/08022009587-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SaQHS1nOoxI/AAAAAAAAARg/kkhDSht9sm0/s320/08022009587-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306374281159942930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai que de repente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Ouvi uma banda chamada Coldplay, estou em êxtase =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Adoro conversar com pessoas barulhentas, minha alma fica bem leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não gosto muito de arco-íris, são meio chatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-2285175704275742111?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/2285175704275742111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=2285175704275742111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2285175704275742111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2285175704275742111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-sobre-as-de-daline.html' title='E sobre as de Daline...'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SaQHS1nOoxI/AAAAAAAAARg/kkhDSht9sm0/s72-c/08022009587-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-7516446319377965655</id><published>2009-02-23T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:50:24.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SaKNU5iEFlI/AAAAAAAAARI/6ZC8-mvdgbo/s1600-h/alcoalic_local_coala_co__by_withinthethingrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SaKNU5iEFlI/AAAAAAAAARI/6ZC8-mvdgbo/s320/alcoalic_local_coala_co__by_withinthethingrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305958701176460882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você vem com esse brilho distante no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento oculto, obscuro, que é fácil de ver&lt;br /&gt;E você vive dizendo que é bom existir sem existir&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento confuso e estranho, mais é facil entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem mais nessa vida podia ter o poder de viver?&lt;br /&gt;Tantos signos, tantas historias pra quem quiser ter.&lt;br /&gt;Carinho ou mel em sua forma pura, loucura e tentação&lt;br /&gt;Universo em harmonia, escrevo versos na palma da mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É você que se deixa entender&lt;br /&gt;e com jeito tenta esclarecer.&lt;br /&gt;Quer tocar pra ver se ainda é bom,&lt;br /&gt;ou pra ver se mudou o tom.&lt;br /&gt;E as vestes que adoras molhar,&lt;br /&gt;é o caminho para se perpertuar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-7516446319377965655?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/7516446319377965655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=7516446319377965655&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7516446319377965655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/7516446319377965655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/02/signos.html' title='Signos'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SaKNU5iEFlI/AAAAAAAAARI/6ZC8-mvdgbo/s72-c/alcoalic_local_coala_co__by_withinthethingrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-2111934867053516016</id><published>2009-02-19T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:34:32.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¬¬ Esse Everton é foda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.elo7.com.br/services.do?command=showProductPicture2&amp;amp;webCode=43D44"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.elo7.com.br/services.do?command=showProductPicture2&amp;amp;webCode=43D44" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everton sinha misera, vai procurar o que fazer cão.&lt;br /&gt;Afff!&lt;br /&gt;ok ok ok, vou responder esse troço ante que uma maldição milenar me acompanhe.&lt;br /&gt;Só de raiva vou copiar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, recebi um meme hoje do Everton, do &lt;a href="http://outrasestacoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Outras Estações&lt;/a&gt; e como achei bem interessante, vou fazer minha parte.&lt;br /&gt;As regras são bem simples, vejam só:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:small;" &gt;Dizer nove coisas aleatórias a seu respeito, não importando a relevância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:small;" &gt;Seis devem ser verdades, três, mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:small;" &gt;Quem receber o meme deverá postar nas suas respostas as três mentiras do blogueiro que repassou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:small;" &gt;Quem indicou revela depois (ou não)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:small;" &gt; Não há regras especificas para quantidade de blogueiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, pra quem acertar minhas "mentiras", vou dar um prêmio (um de cd da minha banda, a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/declinium"&gt;Declinium&lt;/a&gt;)  também, as coisas ficam mais interessantes assim. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá então, seguem as 9 coisas ao meu respeito, lembrem-se, três são mentiras&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:small;" &gt;1. Minha maior frustação é naõ ser bom em coisas subjetivas.&lt;br /&gt;2. Estou aprendendo a escrever melhor com minha amiga Daline Lucenex, já que ela é fera.&lt;br /&gt;3. Odeio conheçer gente nova. Me dá calafrios&lt;br /&gt;4. Uma das minhas bebidas prediletas hoje em dia é a Ypióca Red Fruits.&lt;br /&gt;5. Amo compor e tocar&lt;br /&gt;6. Sempre quis ser ator pornô&lt;br /&gt;7. Adoro "As Aventuras de Billie e Mandy"&lt;br /&gt;8. Sou um homem chorão&lt;br /&gt;9. Os textos, multiplos de 3 sao verdades incontestaveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai as de Everton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:small;" &gt;1. Apesar de passar boa parte do meu tempo em Salvador, não gosto muito de carnaval e prefiro ir fazer qualquer outra coisa em vez de ir atrás do trio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (man! e aquele abadá de Ivete era o quê?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:small;" &gt;8. Toco numa banda de rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (aquilo nunca foi rock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:small;" &gt;9. Acho o Pedro Bial um grande idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (é mesmo? o engraçado é você te rum poster dele no teu quarto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;è isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Indicados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daline, do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://caracolhippie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Caracol Hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tiago, do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://desgraciosidade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desgraciosidade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Luciano, do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://relicariobrasileiro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Relicário&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-2111934867053516016?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/2111934867053516016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=2111934867053516016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2111934867053516016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2111934867053516016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/02/esse-everton-e-foda.html' title='¬¬ Esse Everton é foda!'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-3863150159094085866</id><published>2009-01-13T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:50:38.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SW1ExCGzm4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_baTlctocvI/s1600-h/5%2Bsentidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SW1ExCGzm4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_baTlctocvI/s320/5%2Bsentidos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290960746399898498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senta,&lt;br /&gt;fala um pouco de você, sem medo,&lt;br /&gt;sem criar uma imagem distorcida do desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa,&lt;br /&gt;fala um pouco sobre mim, sem receio&lt;br /&gt;sem criar o esboço de um sentido perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala,&lt;br /&gt;o que tú sentes quando estás quente,&lt;br /&gt;nos meus bracos, dormente e de forma indecente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disseque pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;de todos os sentidos, qual melhor define o teu juizo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-3863150159094085866?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/3863150159094085866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=3863150159094085866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3863150159094085866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3863150159094085866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentidos.html' title='Sentidos'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SW1ExCGzm4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_baTlctocvI/s72-c/5%2Bsentidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-4160064399841183055</id><published>2009-01-09T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:29:13.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sintonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SWgVn5tL3fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QREiqAjDtrY/s1600-h/0006qcxs.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SWgVn5tL3fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QREiqAjDtrY/s320/0006qcxs.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289501537596071410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo a ti coisas&lt;br /&gt;na confusão da memória&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo em ti sempre&lt;br /&gt;na solidão das horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sintonia que emana&lt;br /&gt;dos nossos poros insanos&lt;br /&gt;No céu cinza desenha&lt;br /&gt;o que há de lindo e estranho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há explicação!&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça a razão que existe em nós.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça os pós e permita-se o desejo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-4160064399841183055?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/4160064399841183055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=4160064399841183055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4160064399841183055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4160064399841183055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2009/01/sintonia.html' title='Sintonia'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SWgVn5tL3fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QREiqAjDtrY/s72-c/0006qcxs.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-2020741414059719002</id><published>2008-12-28T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T09:15:23.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fuga do tempo ou Tempo de Fuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SVezfE9ls9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/nK_S2xbUpoQ/s1600-h/the_persistence_of_memory_1931_salvador_dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SVezfE9ls9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/nK_S2xbUpoQ/s320/the_persistence_of_memory_1931_salvador_dali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284890034231948242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosto do tempo&lt;br /&gt;gosto de como ele escorre&lt;br /&gt;gosto do modo como ele age&lt;br /&gt;gosto de saber que posso doma-lo&lt;br /&gt;doma-lo o suficientemente bem&lt;br /&gt;tão bem que posso faze-lo rodar ao meu favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosto do tempo&lt;br /&gt;há quem não goste&lt;br /&gt;gosto do tempo&lt;br /&gt;há quem prefira a fuga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosto do tempo&lt;br /&gt;gosto de como ele vive&lt;br /&gt;gosto do modo como ele atua&lt;br /&gt;gosto de saber que ele é meu&lt;br /&gt;meu o suficiente para eu ser teu&lt;br /&gt;ser teu tão bem que posso faze-lo sumir ao meu favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosto do tempo&lt;br /&gt;há quem não saiba&lt;br /&gt;gosto do tempo&lt;br /&gt;e faço dele a minha fuga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sem comments para esse post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"quem sabe faz ao vivo" assim dizia minha vó&lt;/span&gt;&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/2312893030935571632-2020741414059719002?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/2020741414059719002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=2020741414059719002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2020741414059719002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/2020741414059719002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuga-do-tempo-ou-tempo-de-fuga.html' title='A Fuga do tempo ou Tempo de Fuga'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SVezfE9ls9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/nK_S2xbUpoQ/s72-c/the_persistence_of_memory_1931_salvador_dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1664869733769803089</id><published>2008-12-21T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:22:41.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento ímpar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SU75SAA3jjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SsEsrqNq37Y/s1600-h/1808435938p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SU75SAA3jjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SsEsrqNq37Y/s320/1808435938p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282433500588772914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SU75R0u6zsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HvpdEU-HIpU/s1600-h/336442719XDPnUg_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SU75R0u6zsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HvpdEU-HIpU/s320/336442719XDPnUg_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282433497560698562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;está chegando a hora de partir&lt;br /&gt;e parte agora o meu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;em ter quer deixar momentos que talvez eu nunca venha a ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;está chegando a hora de voltar&lt;br /&gt;e volta agora o desejo de ver&lt;br /&gt;momentos que sempre vi e nunca dei a devida importância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sempre eu me pergunto, se é normal ou doença&lt;br /&gt;curtir o momento,&lt;br /&gt;alterar os planos,&lt;br /&gt;enxergar diferente,&lt;br /&gt;descobir que você é mais do que você se enxerga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e as vezes eu me pergunto, se é bom ou ruim&lt;br /&gt;chorar um medo de perder,&lt;br /&gt;falar um pensamento ímpar,&lt;br /&gt;lembrar o inesquecivel,&lt;br /&gt;sentir saudade de algo que você ainda não deixou pra trás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;texto de maio de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não podia deixar de postar o texto que dá nome a este blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;define um momento maravilhoso e... ímpar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creio que nunca mais volte a este lugar (Shibuya-Tokyo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas fica a lembrança e a saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foto: Shibuya Crossing - Tokyo - Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Se eu não me engano é o maior cruzamento do mundo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2312893030935571632-1664869733769803089?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/1664869733769803089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=1664869733769803089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1664869733769803089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1664869733769803089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2008/12/pensamento-mpar.html' title='Pensamento ímpar'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SU75SAA3jjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SsEsrqNq37Y/s72-c/1808435938p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1756389667608894890</id><published>2008-12-21T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:28:18.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SU7e1EqvZhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hlbnclesW9E/s1600-h/cinema2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SU7e1EqvZhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hlbnclesW9E/s320/cinema2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282404416319612434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poltrona 14, ruídos estranhos.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo gelado ao som sorround no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinema pra dormir, até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Cinema para amar, ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Cinema pra gastar o que não tem&lt;br /&gt;Cinema pra chamar. Quem não vem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipoca nos outros, os outros gritando&lt;br /&gt;A lanterna do guia falhando no escuro do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinema pra roubar, os outros&lt;br /&gt;Cinema pra falar, dos outros&lt;br /&gt;Cinema pra comer, com gosto&lt;br /&gt;Cinema pra olhar, os gostos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Lugar bom pra sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Lugar bom pra lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Cinema pra namorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É onde os sentimentos irão se confudir&lt;br /&gt;A dor de uma lembrança, irá te consumir&lt;br /&gt;Aquele amor perdido, irá te reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;Olhando bem a volta, todo mundo vai mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Texto de Outubro de 98&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-1756389667608894890?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/1756389667608894890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=1756389667608894890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1756389667608894890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1756389667608894890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2008/12/cinema.html' title='Cinema'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SU7e1EqvZhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hlbnclesW9E/s72-c/cinema2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-1527095381568668514</id><published>2008-12-17T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:10:35.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão Proibida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/157/1573982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 357px;" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/157/1573982.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje algo me fez lembrar você,&lt;br /&gt;como aconteçe ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo para quando eu penso em você,&lt;br /&gt;infelismente isso não pode ser para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então vem algo dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;que sufoca e amarga meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar minha tensão,&lt;br /&gt;só é preciso eu ter você minha paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter que aprender um dia a passar a te ignorar&lt;br /&gt;porque não sei até quando eu vou conseguir me machucar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto algo por você, mas sei que não posso me acostumar&lt;br /&gt;Só que você, me desvia, me alucina, me fascina, me seduz&lt;br /&gt;e ao sorrir pra mim, eu lembro do meu verdadeiro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver você com outro alguém o ciúme me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;Como vou fechar meu coração pra você paixão proibida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pois é, esse é um texto de Fevereiro de 1998&lt;br /&gt;Uma das minhas primeiras letras&lt;br /&gt;É incrivel como a gente lê um texto desses&lt;br /&gt;e se surpreende como a idade não o alcança&lt;br /&gt;Continua tão atual e corriqueiro como qualquer outra do tipo.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das vantagens da arte de todas as formas.&lt;br /&gt;A imortalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2312893030935571632-1527095381568668514?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/1527095381568668514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=1527095381568668514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1527095381568668514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/1527095381568668514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2008/12/paixo-proibida.html' title='Paixão Proibida'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-3930084994575530007</id><published>2008-12-15T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:34:33.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SUcFlgLtSZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l3P5bErQ5HQ/s1600-h/Balc%C3%A3o+1091jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SUcFlgLtSZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l3P5bErQ5HQ/s320/Balc%C3%A3o+1091jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280195229967534482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;a coisa mais importante da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;a coisa mais importante que já fiz na vida&lt;br /&gt;a coisa mais viva na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;a vida mais importante na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vida que vale a minha&lt;br /&gt;a vida que me ensina&lt;br /&gt;a vida que me faz viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e em minha vida essa vida segue,&lt;br /&gt;vivendo e me ensinando a viver&lt;br /&gt;viver por ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viver sem ele não é vida&lt;br /&gt;é a falta dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-3930084994575530007?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/3930084994575530007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=3930084994575530007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3930084994575530007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/3930084994575530007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2008/12/em-minha-vida.html' title='Em minha vida'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/SUcFlgLtSZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l3P5bErQ5HQ/s72-c/Balc%C3%A3o+1091jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-6294688051467691682</id><published>2008-12-12T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:08:05.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me explodindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/5735/fera1wc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 294px;" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/5735/fera1wc5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dizer se sou tão bom assim.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque, não funcionou em mim&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui me propondo a me redimir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei pra quê esse gênio imoral&lt;br /&gt;È sempre assim... e se eu for anormal?&lt;br /&gt;As vezes eu me comporto como um animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tantos planos destruidos&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem é mais meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu uso o faro e me aproximo&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre acabo me explodindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...É quando vou agir&lt;br /&gt;Não me levar&lt;br /&gt;Por quem não sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu chorar&lt;br /&gt;Pra quê me arrepender?&lt;br /&gt;Tentar viver&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos, não morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quem não já se sentiu assim um dia?&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/2312893030935571632-6294688051467691682?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/6294688051467691682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=6294688051467691682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6294688051467691682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/6294688051467691682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-explodindo.html' title='Me explodindo'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312893030935571632.post-4316564262270879562</id><published>2008-12-09T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:08:44.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://julymyemotions.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/i_want_you_to_want_me_by_promis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 379px;" src="http://julymyemotions.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/i_want_you_to_want_me_by_promis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero você&lt;br /&gt;nem que seja por um momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero você&lt;br /&gt;nem que seja por 2 segundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque na imensidão da tua mágica&lt;br /&gt;esses segundos virariam horas...&lt;br /&gt;...que virariam dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até que o tempo não conseguisse distinguir a diferença entre:&lt;br /&gt;um piscar de olhos&lt;br /&gt;ou um belo sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até que o tempo não conseguisse distinguir a diferença entre:&lt;br /&gt;um leve toque&lt;br /&gt;ou um abraço perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero você&lt;br /&gt;nem que seja por um momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque esses momentos&lt;br /&gt;virariam décadas que se confudiriam com a eternidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312893030935571632-4316564262270879562?l=pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/feeds/4316564262270879562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2312893030935571632&amp;postID=4316564262270879562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4316564262270879562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312893030935571632/posts/default/4316564262270879562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoimpar.blogspot.com/2008/12/por-um-momento.html' title='Por um momento'/><author><name>Mr. Guima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121298879901818734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeg8ekEFRNA/ST8AY7ZEn2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0VaDPNTh0f8/S220/DCF_0341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
