<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761</id><updated>2011-10-07T01:05:50.469-03:00</updated><category term='Teu cheiro'/><title type='text'>Quase</title><subtitle type='html'>"Um hálito de música ou de sonho, qualquer coisa que faça quase sentir, qualquer coisa que faça não pensar"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-1000352083252388262</id><published>2011-10-07T01:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:05:50.501-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teu cheiro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Te quiero. Eu! Você!&lt;br /&gt;Teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;teu quente,&lt;br /&gt;teu gosto,&lt;br /&gt;teu sente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-1000352083252388262?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/1000352083252388262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=1000352083252388262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1000352083252388262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1000352083252388262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2011/10/te-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4835258277414849958</id><published>2011-09-15T02:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T02:28:01.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>doesn't think that being together again would be as good as knowing that it wasn't the only love, or the-first-love-in-years... it was the one-and-only-forever-and-ever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4835258277414849958?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4835258277414849958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4835258277414849958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4835258277414849958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4835258277414849958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-1338705004816857550</id><published>2011-01-27T00:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T00:35:19.605-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá. Eu tive, infelizmente, minha Summer, que não durou o verão todo, diga-se de passagem. Quando é que chega Autumn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#500-days-of-summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-1338705004816857550?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/1338705004816857550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=1338705004816857550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1338705004816857550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1338705004816857550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2011/01/ta.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-2783730493755234793</id><published>2011-01-27T00:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T00:24:06.715-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O computador&lt;br /&gt;computa-a-dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batido? Pode ser. Verdade? ôu, iés&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-2783730493755234793?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/2783730493755234793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=2783730493755234793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2783730493755234793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2783730493755234793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-computador-computa-dor-batido-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4032388480220182471</id><published>2010-06-21T02:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:53:12.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've ever wanted doen't seem to even know I live... :S ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4032388480220182471?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4032388480220182471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4032388480220182471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4032388480220182471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4032388480220182471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-ever-wanted-doent-seem-to-even-know.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5827567171484409950</id><published>2010-06-16T00:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:32:28.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is loneliness that feeling (or the lack of it?) that you just can't go on alone anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5827567171484409950?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5827567171484409950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5827567171484409950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5827567171484409950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5827567171484409950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-loneliness-that-feeling-or-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-2282458136435380877</id><published>2010-06-12T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:16:49.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/TBOWwm0FbzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vmK46lB28jA/s1600/P1040222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/TBOWwm0FbzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vmK46lB28jA/s320/P1040222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481890933236920114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-2282458136435380877?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/2282458136435380877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=2282458136435380877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2282458136435380877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2282458136435380877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/TBOWwm0FbzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vmK46lB28jA/s72-c/P1040222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-299768620392435136</id><published>2010-04-20T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:47:50.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/S84E2YzEZsI/AAAAAAAAAss/pL9n5A2IeBo/s1600/morte+miope2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/S84E2YzEZsI/AAAAAAAAAss/pL9n5A2IeBo/s320/morte+miope2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462308730463086274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-299768620392435136?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/299768620392435136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=299768620392435136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/299768620392435136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/299768620392435136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/S84E2YzEZsI/AAAAAAAAAss/pL9n5A2IeBo/s72-c/morte+miope2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5947973319052098946</id><published>2010-01-29T19:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:52:48.501-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sayuri é uma pessoa recatada, na sua... uma santa sem cânone, praticamente. Ou é isso que Sayuri queria ser? (ou não).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri é nipônica. Veio para o Brasil cedo, que nem se lembra. É uma pessoa extremamente curiosa e, por causa disso, resolveu aprender várias linguas, por isso Sayuri poliglota. É capaz de se comunicar (bem) em várias linguas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas já falaram que Sayuri sofre de alcoolismo crônico, mas ela não sofre desse vício. É apenas uma paixão que Sayuri faz questão de manter alimentada e hidratada com muita cerveja e rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Sayuri é boa gente, porém não muito compreendida, apenas pela Gretchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5947973319052098946?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5947973319052098946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5947973319052098946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5947973319052098946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5947973319052098946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2010/01/sayuri-e-uma-pessoa-recatada-na-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7884704409298540094</id><published>2009-12-12T20:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:14:34.481-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Campanha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kibeloco.com.br/files/104/2009/12/Calca-Sarouel-Nao-MC-Hammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 877px;" src="http://kibeloco.com.br/files/104/2009/12/Calca-Sarouel-Nao-MC-Hammer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque essa eu apoio!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7884704409298540094?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7884704409298540094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7884704409298540094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7884704409298540094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7884704409298540094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/12/campanha.html' title='Campanha'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6047965970003360946</id><published>2009-11-30T11:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:39:01.641-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour quoi?</title><content type='html'>Sei que essa pergunta é recorrente, mas porque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dor rima com amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: KT Tunstall - Other Side of the World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6047965970003360946?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6047965970003360946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6047965970003360946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6047965970003360946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6047965970003360946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/pour-quoi.html' title='Pour quoi?'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8922035096017989367</id><published>2009-11-23T20:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:46:44.389-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Época</title><content type='html'>Pois é... vendo os fatos e acontecimentos que tomam parte na minha vida e na de pessoas queridas, chego a uma conclusão: a época prá começar um namoro é no primeiro semestre, BEM no início, logo depois do Reveillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Lady GaGa - Bad Romance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8922035096017989367?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8922035096017989367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8922035096017989367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8922035096017989367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8922035096017989367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/epoca.html' title='Época'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-2528350044096427041</id><published>2009-11-19T15:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:08:06.268-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Funhouse and one more thing</title><content type='html'>"I dance around this empty house&lt;br /&gt;Tear us down&lt;br /&gt;Throw you out&lt;br /&gt;Screaming down the halls&lt;br /&gt;Spinning all around and now we fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures framing up the past&lt;br /&gt;Your taunting smirk behind the glass&lt;br /&gt;This museum full of ash&lt;br /&gt;Once a tickle&lt;br /&gt;Now a rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be a funhouse&lt;br /&gt;But now it's full of evil clowns&lt;br /&gt;It's time to start the countdown&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it down down down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echoes knocking on locked doors&lt;br /&gt;All the laughter from before&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather live out on the street&lt;br /&gt;Than in this haunted memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the movers&lt;br /&gt;Called the maids&lt;br /&gt;We'll try to exorcise this place&lt;br /&gt;Drag my mattress to the yard&lt;br /&gt;Crumble tumble house of cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be a funhouse&lt;br /&gt;But now it's full of evil clowns&lt;br /&gt;It's time to start the countdown&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it down down down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be a funhouse&lt;br /&gt;But now it's full of evil clowns&lt;br /&gt;It's time to start the countdown&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it down down down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm crawling through the doggy door&lt;br /&gt;My key don't fit my lock no more&lt;br /&gt;I'll change the drapes&lt;br /&gt;I'll break the plates&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a new place&lt;br /&gt;Burn this fucker down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do do do do dodo do&lt;br /&gt;do do do do dodo do&lt;br /&gt;do do do do dodo do&lt;br /&gt;do do do do dadadada&lt;br /&gt;do do do do dodo do (9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1)&lt;br /&gt;do do do do dodo do&lt;br /&gt;do do do do dodo do&lt;br /&gt;do do do do dodo doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be a funhouse&lt;br /&gt;But now it's full of evil clowns&lt;br /&gt;It's time to start the countdown&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it down down down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be a funhouse&lt;br /&gt;But now it's full of evil clowns&lt;br /&gt;It's time to start the countdown&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it down down down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma exigência prá eu me relacionar: s'il vous plaît, someone who speaks, at lest, one more language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, falei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-2528350044096427041?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/2528350044096427041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=2528350044096427041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2528350044096427041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2528350044096427041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/funhouse-and-one-more-thing.html' title='Funhouse and one more thing'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3266409917684508698</id><published>2009-11-18T22:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:05:19.984-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E assim caminha a (minha) humanidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SwSLh2HgE9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/JWSEFDEtfc0/s1600/c%27est_la_vie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SwSLh2HgE9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/JWSEFDEtfc0/s320/c%27est_la_vie.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405598866330358738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Nada, porque não tô com paciência prá escutar música... amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3266409917684508698?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3266409917684508698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3266409917684508698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3266409917684508698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3266409917684508698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-assim-caminha-minha-humanidade.html' title='E assim caminha a (minha) humanidade'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SwSLh2HgE9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/JWSEFDEtfc0/s72-c/c%27est_la_vie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-938684004661290885</id><published>2009-11-18T13:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:38:48.797-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisão</title><content type='html'>Decido te expurgar de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Decido me expurgar de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Pitty - Me Adora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-938684004661290885?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/938684004661290885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=938684004661290885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/938684004661290885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/938684004661290885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/decisao.html' title='Decisão'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8659886579299372130</id><published>2009-11-18T10:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:58:00.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prázamyga!</title><content type='html'>Amo vocês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beaucoup de mes amis sont venus des nuages&lt;br /&gt;Avec soleil et pluie comme simples bagages&lt;br /&gt;Ils ont fait la saison des amitiés sincères&lt;br /&gt;La plus belle saison des quatre de la Terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ils ont cette douceur des plus beaux paysages&lt;br /&gt;Et la fidélité des oiseaux de passage&lt;br /&gt;Dans leurs cœurs est gravée une infinie tendresse&lt;br /&gt;Mais parfois dans leurs yeux se glisse la tristesse&lt;br /&gt;Alors, ils viennent se chauffer chez moi&lt;br /&gt;Et toi aussi, tu viendras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu pourras repartir au fin fond des nuages&lt;br /&gt;Et de nouveau sourire à bien d'autres visages&lt;br /&gt;Donner autour de toi un peu de ta tendresse&lt;br /&gt;Lorsqu'un autre voudra te cacher sa tristesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme l'on ne sait pas ce que la vie nous donne&lt;br /&gt;Il se peut qu'à mon tour je ne sois plus personne&lt;br /&gt;S'il me reste un ami qui vraiment me comprenne&lt;br /&gt;J'oublierai à la fois mes larmes et mes peines&lt;br /&gt;Alors, peut-être je viendrai chez toi&lt;br /&gt;Chauffer mon cœur à ton bois"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Françoise Hardy - L'Amitié&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zs2Hcgt8do&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zs2Hcgt8do&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8659886579299372130?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8659886579299372130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8659886579299372130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8659886579299372130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8659886579299372130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/prazamyga.html' title='Prázamyga!'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-1657290186893871636</id><published>2009-11-16T20:20:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T06:18:29.802-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem eu quero?</title><content type='html'>É engraçado. Quando meus relacionamentos anteriores acabaram, eu sofria, sofria e sofria horrores. Ficava focado só no sentimento, não racionalizava nem um pouco. Mas agora foi diferente. Fiquei triste sim. Muito, pois eu achava que era a pessoa certa. Mas não é, não parece ser. Eu sofri, mas expurgo esse sentimento de mim. Expurgo o sentimento de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí me peguei pensando: quem eu quero prá mim? Que tipo de homem eu quero?(oi?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E descobri que eu quero alguém centrado, alguém que queira algo sério, que queira REALMENTE construir uma vida, que me faça feliz, que me faça sentir seguro na relação, que sinta ciúmes de mim e discuta comigo. Alguém que me faça ser melhor, que me faça pensar, que me faça mudar. Quero um homem carinhoso, que me faça um jantar quando eu chegar em casa depois de um dia de trabalho. Quero alguém com estabilidade financeira. Alguém com estabilidade emocional, pois eu não sou das mais estáveis. Preciso de alguém que me faça sentir confortável para abrir meus sentimentos e a minha vida. Preciso de alguém que me faça sentir amado e que não tenha medo de receber todo amor que eu tenho prá dar (que não é pouco).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero isso e muito mais. Só que agora não. Agora eu ME quero. EU sou a pessoa mais importante da minha vida e isso ninguém me tira. Tenho que me conhecer e me amar prá eu poder conhecer o outro e amá-lo. Voltarei a gostar de ir ao cinema comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Meu coração (BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-1657290186893871636?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/1657290186893871636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=1657290186893871636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1657290186893871636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1657290186893871636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/quem-eu-quero.html' title='Quem eu quero?'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-2958627287875470664</id><published>2009-11-14T03:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T03:07:43.784-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansei</title><content type='html'>De verdade? Cansei...&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de procurar um amor.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de me entregar prá, no final, receber um "não tá funcionando mais".&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de me apaixonar pelas pessoas erradas.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de me entregar.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-2958627287875470664?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/2958627287875470664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=2958627287875470664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2958627287875470664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2958627287875470664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/cansei.html' title='Cansei'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4783308313903223358</id><published>2009-11-11T01:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:58:19.153-02:00</updated><title type='text'>120... 150... 200 Km Por Hora</title><content type='html'>"As coisas estão passando mais depressa&lt;br /&gt;O ponteiro marca 120&lt;br /&gt;O tempo diminui&lt;br /&gt;As árvores passam como vultos&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa, o tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;Estou a 130&lt;br /&gt;As imagens se confundem&lt;br /&gt;Estou fugindo de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Fugindo do passado, do meu mundo assombrado&lt;br /&gt;De tristeza, de incerteza&lt;br /&gt;Estou a 140&lt;br /&gt;Fugindo de você&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou voando pela vida sem querer chegar&lt;br /&gt;Nada vai mudar meu rumo nem me fazer voltar&lt;br /&gt;Vivo, fugindo, sem destino algum&lt;br /&gt;Sigo caminhos que me levam a lugar nenhum&lt;br /&gt;O ponteiro marca 150&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa ainda mais depressa&lt;br /&gt;O amor, a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;O vento afasta uma lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Que começa a rolar no meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Estou a 160&lt;br /&gt;Vou acender os faróis, já é noite&lt;br /&gt;Agora são as luzes que passam por mim&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um vazio imenso&lt;br /&gt;Estou só na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;A 180&lt;br /&gt;Estou fugindo de você&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sem saber pra onde nem quando vou parar&lt;br /&gt;Não, não deixo marcas no caminho pra não saber voltar&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sinto que o mundo se esqueceu de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não, não sei por quanto tempo ainda eu vou viver assim&lt;br /&gt;O ponteiro agora marca 190&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento tive a sensação&lt;br /&gt;De ver você a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;O banco está vazio&lt;br /&gt;Estou só a 200 por hora&lt;br /&gt;Vou parar de pensar em você&lt;br /&gt;Pra prestar atenção na estrada&lt;br /&gt;Vou sem saber pra onde nem quando vou parar&lt;br /&gt;Não, não deixo marcas no caminho pra não saber voltar&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, às vezes sinto que o mundo se esqueceu de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não, não sei por quanto tempo ainda eu vou viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou, vou voando pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer chegar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Roberto Carlos... nunca pensei que diria isso, mas ele tem umas músicas que eu gosto... muito! E essa é uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aveJGF5NQM0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aveJGF5NQM0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4783308313903223358?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4783308313903223358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4783308313903223358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4783308313903223358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4783308313903223358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-coisas-estao-passando-mais-depressa.html' title='120... 150... 200 Km Por Hora'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8678716854771221660</id><published>2009-11-09T17:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:03:18.889-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia (semana, mês, ano)</title><content type='html'>"The more I know people, the more I like my dog"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8678716854771221660?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8678716854771221660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8678716854771221660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8678716854771221660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8678716854771221660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/frase-do-dia-semana-mes-ano.html' title='Frase do dia (semana, mês, ano)'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7063571606512805552</id><published>2009-11-09T16:57:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:02:01.193-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E quando?</title><content type='html'>E quando um amigo te fala que foi traído por um ex?&lt;br /&gt;E quando ele te fala isso depois de muito tempo que terminou?&lt;br /&gt;E quando isso acaba te influenciando de uma maneira que você quase foda com um relacionamento?&lt;br /&gt;E quando você descobre que aquele amigo pode ter mentido?&lt;br /&gt;E quando o amigo vira "amigo"?&lt;br /&gt;E quando acreditar em outra pessoa fica difícil?&lt;br /&gt;Quê que fica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Chico Buarque - Sem Fantasia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7063571606512805552?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7063571606512805552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7063571606512805552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7063571606512805552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7063571606512805552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-quando.html' title='E quando?'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5221589617803233536</id><published>2009-10-27T23:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:18:38.789-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pronto, falei? Quero namorar... namorar de verdade. Não precisa de uma aliança (anel), mas rolando uma aliança no coração, já tá mais que perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero começar um namoro não pensando em terminar, mas em continuar. Quem sabe um dia casar? Me dizem que sou muito novo prá pensar num relacionamento certo, que eu ainda não vivi tudo que quero e que posso me arrepender se, um dia, entrar num relacionamento sério de verdade e um monte mais de coisas. Mas eu sei o que eu quero e, especialmente, do que eu preciso. E eu preciso de alguém que também queira algo sério. Alguém que me ame e me curta do jeito que eu sou, com todas minhas neuras e defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me sentir seguro, confortável. Tenho me sentido assim atualmente. Tem sido um relacionamento bom, suave. Mas tenho medo de perder isso. De ser mais um pro rol. De sentir aquela impotência, aquela incompetência de me relacionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperto no coração... mas só sei que eeu quero continuar isso. Forever and ever in my heart. Porque eu acredito sim ser possível levar um relacionamento sério e sem traição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frase que está na cabeça: Sinto muito se não fui feito o sonho seu (don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;Música: Marisa Monte - O Que me Importa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5221589617803233536?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5221589617803233536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5221589617803233536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5221589617803233536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5221589617803233536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/10/pronto-falei-quero-namorar.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4039616548720563613</id><published>2009-10-27T14:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:26:00.311-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu estava agora, almoçando, com minha mãe, o Eduardo e a Polly e comecei a reparar no relacionamento do meu irmão com a Golly. É tipo aquilo que eu quero. Que as pessoas, ao olharem prá mim e pro meu amorsh, vejam que existe um sentimento verdadeiro e duradouro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4039616548720563613?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4039616548720563613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4039616548720563613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4039616548720563613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4039616548720563613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-estava-agora-almocando-com-minha-mae.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-1846524749097470007</id><published>2009-10-20T02:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:52:31.715-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi?</title><content type='html'>Esses últimos dois dias foram muito... confusos (será essa a palavra?). Não sei. Tô confuso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei pensando muito sobre a minha vida. Sobre tudo o que está acontecendo. Sobre tudo que aconteceu e sobre tudo que ainda pode (e vai) acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que tudo pode ser resumido em uma palavra: relacionamento. Essa coisa que pode tanto ser uma delícia quanto uma nhaca. Relacionamento paterno, relacionamento fraterno, amizade, namoro. Relacionar com o outro é tão difícil. Muitas vezes me sinto perdido em relação ao que fazer, como fazer, quando fazer, se fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloquemos um como exemplo: namoro! Eu estava pensando sobre isso nesses dias. Sobre todo o envolvimento emocional, compromisso e tudo o mais que vem disso. Daí, juntando isso tudo com o que está acontecendo hoje em dia, eu pirei. Quem é que quer um relacionamento sério? Quem é que quer se deixar descobrir e não ter medo de mostrar suas lepras? Quem é que quer fazer planos prá um futuro juntos? Quem é que quer começar algo com planos de continuismo ao invés de "viver o dia a dia. Se acabar, ok, pelo menos vivemos!"? Daí vem a pergunta crucial: Cadê o amor? Porquê existe um medo tão grande de amar e de se deixar ser amado? Porquê esse pavor (quase repulsa) tão grande do amor? Eu sou um ser apaixonado e sem conserto. Quando fui concebido, tava lá no primeiro lugar da fila prá pegar esse tal de amor, essa tal de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não digo que está todo mundo assim, não querendo saber de compromisso. Eu não sou e acredito que também tem gente que não é. Eu quero compromisso sério, quero construir planos prá um futuro em duo, quero 1+1=1, quero começar um relacionamento prá sempre (não até quando durar). Quero chegar em casa, depois de um dia cansativo de trabalho, e ter meu AMOR me esperando com um sorriso que vai de orelha a orelha por me ver entrando pela porta. Quero dormir de conchinha todo dia. Quero fazer bodas. Quero ter uma sogra. Quero construir uma vida junto com alguém. Não deve ter coisa melhor. É, eu sei... eu sou brega MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESMO, sou sonhador MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESMO e não tenho vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas assim... qualquer ainda tenho Bwana, Bwana... porque eu tenho talento prá boemia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Rita Lee - Bwana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-1846524749097470007?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/1846524749097470007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=1846524749097470007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1846524749097470007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1846524749097470007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/10/oi.html' title='Oi?'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-341922964211868853</id><published>2009-10-09T01:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:49:08.744-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The more I know people...</title><content type='html'>... the more I like my dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vi uma afirmativa tão assertiva e verdadeira quanto essa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu achava que tinha alguém com uma idoneidade, com uma reputação ilibada, nem se a pessoa (se fosse adevogada ou membro do MP) tentasse entrar pelo quinto constitucional conseguiria... sei que não sou perfeito, mas não fico posando algo que não sou nem falando sobre algo que não vivo. HI-PO-CRI-SIA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí gera meu dilema: Será que vale à pena? Será que eu open my heart? Será que eu me permito algo de novo? Será? Será???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração apertado... não de tristeza, mas de decepção... puta decepção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: a ventoinha do laptop (esse eu sei que me deixa super feliz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-341922964211868853?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/341922964211868853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=341922964211868853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/341922964211868853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/341922964211868853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-i-know-people.html' title='The more I know people...'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3980789906046878749</id><published>2009-10-05T03:08:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T03:36:01.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MIN(M)</title><content type='html'>"But I'm on your side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi o dia mais especial de toda minha vida. Foi o dia que eu mais esperava EVER. Foi hoje que eu vi E senti que eu tenho amigos. Que existem pessoas que se preocupam comigo (apesar de sumirem às vezes)... Que, afinal, eu não estou sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tive 'amigos' de colégio, tenho 'amigos' de faculdade, mas não tenho MINKAS como eu tenho na minha vida, que me aceitam como eu sou. Do jeito que eu vivo, do jeito que sinto, do jeito que eu AMO. NUNCA senti o que eu sinto por eles. Sei que somos APENAS NÓS TRÊS. NÓS SOMOS O COCOON UM DO OUTRO. Não adianta procurar por um terceiro membro. Esse não existe. Nós três nos bastamos (no more bla, bla, bla because it fell apart). Sinceramente... não vejo trio mais perfeito do que nós três. Nem triângulo equilátero (joguei na wikipedia) é mais perfeito e tem mais equilíbrio que nós três.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só Deus sabe o quanto eu estou feliz de tê-los na minha vida. De saber que vocês existem; de saber o endereço de vocês; de saber do que vocês gostam (ee odeiam); de ver o sorriso em suas faces; de ver (e sentir... saibam que eu sinto o que vocês sentem)... suas lágrimas e suas gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto de um jeito como eu nunca me senti antes quando estou com vocês. Eu não falei isso para muitas pessoas (não de coração), mas EU AMO VOCÊS. Muito, e de coração. Nunca me senti tão bem, tão confortável, como me sinto quando penso que "tenho" vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uet's use only what u need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês podem usar tudo de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me vejo mais sem vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Vídeo mais fofo da música mais fofa que já ouvi/vi: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-64-TgXOjQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3980789906046878749?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3980789906046878749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3980789906046878749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3980789906046878749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3980789906046878749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/10/uw.html' title='MIN(M)'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6462625496051324544</id><published>2009-09-29T09:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:39:11.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Displicências...</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho andado meio displicente com esse blog, né? Não posto mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loucura!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tpjUE1W-lI/R0IO9E1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/gqKJ5jfnr_M/s320/karen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tpjUE1W-lI/R0IO9E1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/gqKJ5jfnr_M/s320/karen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6462625496051324544?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6462625496051324544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6462625496051324544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6462625496051324544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6462625496051324544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/09/displicencias.html' title='Displicências...'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tpjUE1W-lI/R0IO9E1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/gqKJ5jfnr_M/s72-c/karen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-2303752659325114257</id><published>2009-08-01T02:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:15:50.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu em Beatles</title><content type='html'>Infância: Let It Be (meu pai tocava)&lt;br /&gt;Adolescência: I'm Only Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Jovem adulto (uy, que responsa): Blackbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente resta da vida: Blackbird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blackbird singing in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Take these borken wings and learn to fly..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-2303752659325114257?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/2303752659325114257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=2303752659325114257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2303752659325114257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2303752659325114257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-em-beatles.html' title='Eu em Beatles'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-1257986904954165240</id><published>2009-07-26T20:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:04:52.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zérmãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SmztSYeOPeI/AAAAAAAAApw/nrl2SMT_3QU/s1600-h/P1050236.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/_G1EJscUGvbM/SmztSYeOPeI/AAAAAAAAApw/nrl2SMT_3QU/s320/P1050236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362922156354059746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus derrame sobre vocês bênçãos infinitas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Madonna - Like a Virgin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-1257986904954165240?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/1257986904954165240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=1257986904954165240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1257986904954165240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1257986904954165240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/07/zermaos.html' title='Zérmãos'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SmztSYeOPeI/AAAAAAAAApw/nrl2SMT_3QU/s72-c/P1050236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4640106568785435491</id><published>2009-05-05T02:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:26:34.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Já não quero conhecer nada que não seja natural."&lt;br /&gt;Dos diários de André Gide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, ao contrário, quero o fabricado.&lt;br /&gt;Quero o sintético.&lt;br /&gt;O falso.&lt;br /&gt;Forçadamente falso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Maria Rita - Cupido (ãhn?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4640106568785435491?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4640106568785435491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4640106568785435491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4640106568785435491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4640106568785435491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/05/ja-nao-quero-conhecer-nada-que-nao-seja.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5847621073136834349</id><published>2009-05-05T02:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:21:40.301-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E não é que a cada dia que passa eu acredito menos e menos que existe, no mundo de hoje, a possibilidade de ser feliz "ever after".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá tudo tão efêmero, tão passageiro. "Namoro" é uma palavra densa (ou seria tensa?); "compromisso" é assustador, é a cruz para o "coisa-ruim"; "fidelidade" é que nem peça de carro com mais de cinco anos que saiu da linha de fabricação: parou de ser fornecida; agora, de verdade, a que foi esquecida, jogada de lado, colocada bem no fundo da prateleira mais alta de uma estante "amor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que tudo virou bicho-papão. Parece que existe um medo generalizado de se envolver, de se comprometer, de namorar, de ser fiel... de AMAR (nota do editor: DE VERDADE. Não aquele que se diz da boca prá fora)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desacreditando cada vez mais em compromisso sério. E "everyday I love you less and less".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Maria Rita - Veja Bem Meu Bem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5847621073136834349?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5847621073136834349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5847621073136834349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5847621073136834349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5847621073136834349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-nao-e-que-cada-dia-que-passa-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-214011701148653505</id><published>2009-03-19T23:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:08:49.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Piadcheenha</title><content type='html'>01 - Asmática................................. Uhh !!! Uhhh !!! Uhhh !!!&lt;br /&gt;02 - Geográfica............................... Aqui !!! Aqui!!!&lt;br /&gt;03 - Matemática............................... Mais !!! Mais!!! Mais!!!&lt;br /&gt;04 - Religiosa................................ Ai meu Deus!!! Ai meu Deus!!!&lt;br /&gt;05 - Suicida.................................. Eu vou morrer!!! Eu vou morrer!&lt;br /&gt;08 - Sorveteira............................... Ai, Kibon!!! Ai, Kibon!!! Ai kiboon!&lt;br /&gt;09 - Zootecnista.............................. Vem meu macho!!! Meu Macho!!!&lt;br /&gt;10 -Torcedora................................. Vai!!! Vai!!! Vai!!!&lt;br /&gt;11 - Professora de Inglês..................... Ohhh!!! YES!!! Ohhh!!! My God !&lt;br /&gt;12 - Margarina................................ Ai, Delícia!!! Ai Delíííííícia!!!&lt;br /&gt;13 - Negativa................................. Não!!! Não!!! Não!!!&lt;br /&gt;14 - Positiva................................. Sim!!! Sim!!! Siiiiim!!!&lt;br /&gt;15 - Desbocada................................ Puta que pariu!! Vai, filho da puta !&lt;br /&gt;16 - Serpente Indiana......................... Ssssssssssim&lt;br /&gt;17 - Professora............................... Sim, isso!! Por aí!! Exato, isso!!!&lt;br /&gt;18 - Sensitiva................................ Tô sentindo!!! Tô sentindo!!!&lt;br /&gt;19 - Desinformada............................. O que é isso??? O que é isso???&lt;br /&gt;20 - Degustadora.............................. Ai, gostoso!! Gostoso!! Gostoso!!&lt;br /&gt;21 - Cozinheira............................... Mexe!! Mexe!! Mexe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E POR ÚLTIMO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 - Casada................................... Olha só!! A empregada não limpou o Lustre!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-214011701148653505?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/214011701148653505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=214011701148653505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/214011701148653505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/214011701148653505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/03/piadcheenha.html' title='Piadcheenha'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5636855666780398968</id><published>2009-03-03T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:27:42.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Você ja viu uma taça de vinho dizendo que vai te ligar no outro dia, e não liga?&lt;br /&gt;Ou então uma dose de tequila dizendo que é jovem demais pra se envolver?&lt;br /&gt;Ou uma latinha de cerveja pedindo um tempo pra decidir se realmente é aquilo que quer?&lt;br /&gt;Ou ainda uma dose de martini dizendo que você é a pessoa certa na hora errada?&lt;br /&gt;Por acaso uma garrafa de vodka já "beijou alguém na tua frente"?&lt;br /&gt;Ou então você já levou chifre de um litro de whisky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ENTÃO VAMOS BEBER; QUE AMAR TÁ FODA!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento digno no orkut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5636855666780398968?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5636855666780398968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5636855666780398968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5636855666780398968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5636855666780398968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/03/voce-ja-viu-uma-taca-de-vinho-dizendo.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-66762950296771573</id><published>2009-03-02T01:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:29:23.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Long ago and oh so far away&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with you before the second show&lt;br /&gt;Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear&lt;br /&gt;But you're not really here&lt;br /&gt;It's just the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby&lt;br /&gt;You said youd be coming back this way again baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby, I love you I really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai... again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-66762950296771573?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/66762950296771573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=66762950296771573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/66762950296771573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/66762950296771573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-ago-and-oh-so-far-away-i-fell-in.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3843046184403253467</id><published>2009-03-02T01:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:25:09.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Engraçado como tudo ainda mexe comigo. Como o simples encontro de um conhecido me faz recordar de um momento, um enterro, algo que ficou marcado na minha história por tudo que aconteceu naquele dia. Parece que foi ontem que ouvi aquela voz triste, que vi o padre rezando e que senti aquele abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes eu queria apagar tudo da minha memória e, especialmente, do meu coração. Fazer tudo que aconteceu desaparecer, como que num toque de mágica; de repente de nada mais me lembro. Li em algum lugar que existe uma pílula que apaga algumas coisas da memória. É bem cômodo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas daí seria como se aquele espaço de tempo não tivesse existido; como se tivesse passado em branco, sem que nada de especial tivesse acontecido. Pelo contrário, aconteceu, mas desaconteceu com uma frase simples, de um verbo e um objeto direto, pelo fabuloso gtalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro preencher minha cabeça com coisas que me distraiam e tirem o foco daqueles pensamentos e daquelas recordações, mas sei que apenas o tempo é capaz de fazer tudo não mexer comigo do que jeito que ainda mexe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, bendito tempo... passa logo, degraça!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Ry Cooder - Busride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3843046184403253467?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3843046184403253467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3843046184403253467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3843046184403253467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3843046184403253467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/03/engracado-como-tudo-ainda-mexe-comigo.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-2904180853528300675</id><published>2009-02-08T15:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:04:06.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansei</title><content type='html'>Cansei dessa vida bandida dos últimos tempos. Parece que não tem um porquê de ser. No fim, o quê que fica? Uma puta de uma ressaca, e só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero settle down, vou sossegar o facho. Não vale à pena continuar vivendo do jeito que estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post inacabado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-2904180853528300675?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/2904180853528300675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=2904180853528300675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2904180853528300675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2904180853528300675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/02/cansei.html' title='Cansei'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8987866360576192913</id><published>2009-02-01T02:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:47:34.802-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Repetição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SYUpXU-fRzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EEJRny9y2nY/s1600-h/c%27est_la_vie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SYUpXU-fRzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EEJRny9y2nY/s320/c%27est_la_vie.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297686017415792434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é desenho repetido MESMO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8987866360576192913?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8987866360576192913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8987866360576192913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8987866360576192913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8987866360576192913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/02/repeticao.html' title='Repetição'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SYUpXU-fRzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EEJRny9y2nY/s72-c/c%27est_la_vie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5168531788915339993</id><published>2009-02-01T02:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:40:46.725-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Universe and U</title><content type='html'>Para ninguém, especificamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A fire burns &lt;br /&gt;Water comes &lt;br /&gt;You cool me down &lt;br /&gt;When I'm cold inside &lt;br /&gt;You are warm and bright &lt;br /&gt;You know you are so good for me,yeah &lt;br /&gt;With your child's eyes &lt;br /&gt;You are more than you seem &lt;br /&gt;You see into space &lt;br /&gt;I see in your face &lt;br /&gt;The places you've been &lt;br /&gt;The things you have learned &lt;br /&gt;They sit with you so beautifully &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there's no need to hide away &lt;br /&gt;You know I tell the truth &lt;br /&gt;We are just the same &lt;br /&gt;I can feel everything you do &lt;br /&gt;Hear everything you say &lt;br /&gt;Even when you're miles away &lt;br /&gt;Cause I am me, the universe and you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like stars burning bright&lt;br /&gt;Making holes in the night &lt;br /&gt;We are building bridges &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there's no need to hide away &lt;br /&gt;You know I tell the truth &lt;br /&gt;We are just the same &lt;br /&gt;I can feel everything you do &lt;br /&gt;Hear everything you say &lt;br /&gt;Even when you're miles away &lt;br /&gt;Cause I am me, the universe and you&lt;br /&gt;I'm the universe and you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're on your own &lt;br /&gt;I'll send you a sign &lt;br /&gt;Just so you know &lt;br /&gt;I am me, the universe and you&lt;br /&gt;The universe and you&lt;br /&gt;The universe and you&lt;br /&gt;I am the universe and you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: KT Tunstall - Universe and U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5168531788915339993?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5168531788915339993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5168531788915339993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5168531788915339993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5168531788915339993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/02/universe-and-u.html' title='Universe and U'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-9012971092359770432</id><published>2009-01-29T15:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:05:03.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu quero</title><content type='html'>Momento reflexão para a vida: o quê, exatamente, eu quero para mim? Tanto profissionalmente quanto pessoalmente, emocionalmente e tale. A resposta: não tenho a MENOR idéia. Não sei o que eu quero prá mim, mas tenho certeza absoluta daquelas coisas que não quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero trabalhar em banco; não quero sub-emprego; não quero ser sub-utilizado; não quero ser subestimado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero pessoas que me puxem prá baixo; não quero gente de mau com a vida; não quero baixa auto-estima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero falsidade; não quero desconfiança; não quero falta de liberdade; não quero que tenham um relacionamento (ou msn) paralelo; não quero ser trocado como uma peça que teve findo seu prazo de validade e uso; não quero dar meu coração sem ter o do outro em troca; não quero uma coisa unilateral; não quero alguém que tenha medo, vergonha or whatsoever de falar o que sente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero? Sei lá. Mas eu tenho certeza do que não quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Sara Bareilles - Between The Lines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-9012971092359770432?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/9012971092359770432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=9012971092359770432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/9012971092359770432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/9012971092359770432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-que-eu-quero.html' title='O que eu quero'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5348284073938905685</id><published>2009-01-29T02:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:33:40.129-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prá sempre</title><content type='html'>Era uma vez num reino distante, muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuito distante um príncipe valente que se apaixona perdidamente por uma princesa que está presa no calabouço de um castelo no meio de um vulcão cercado por plantas cheias de espinhos venenosos, um lago de crocodilos e várias armadilhas. Ela estava presa por causa da inveja da sua madrasta. Porém este nobre e corajoso príncipe resolveu livrar sua amada das garras da má-drasta. (aí todo mundo sabe que ele foi, se aventurou e bla, bla, bla) E viveram felizes para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai gente, pronto falei: não acredito em "para sempre". Acho uma expressão carregada de um significado e significante tão ilusório(s). Um dia eu acreditei que algo podia ser para sempre, mas a vida sempre me mostra que as coisas não são bem um conto de fadas. Tenho que ser menos tolinho e mais realista; tenho que aprender a ver os sinais. Tenho que cuidar mais de mim; acreditar mais em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu ainda cresço e vejo que os contos de fadas existem só no mundo do faz-de-conta. Que aquelas personagens são ogros, gatos, fadas, duendes, burros falantes... qualquer coisa, menos humanos. Que aqui o "happy ever after" são outros 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Feist - L'amour Ne Dure Pas Toujours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5348284073938905685?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5348284073938905685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5348284073938905685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5348284073938905685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5348284073938905685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/01/pra-sempre.html' title='Prá sempre'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6701209586535872521</id><published>2009-01-28T23:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:26:06.849-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it die</title><content type='html'>Como diria Feist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The saddest part of a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6701209586535872521?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6701209586535872521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6701209586535872521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6701209586535872521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6701209586535872521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-die.html' title='Let it die'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-2067863838186460930</id><published>2009-01-17T20:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:34:34.522-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>Dia estranho. A vibe aniversário não tá nem um pouco presente hoje. Acho que eu devia estar feliz, alegre, serelepe e saltitante, pois hoje "é o meu dia"; hoje, há 23 anos, algumas horas e uns minutos, eu nasci. Essa pessoa ma-ra-vi-lhosa veio à Terra, alegrar e iluminar a vida de várias pessoas (modéstia à parte).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me sinto assim não. Acho que o inferno astral resolveu concentrar seu peso hoje. Lembranças de aniversários passados, sonhos (tipo impossíveis mesmo) prá esse aniversário... tudo me faz sentir assim, meio down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que esse dia passe logo. Quero que esse ano comece direito e que minha vida volte aos eixos de novo. Além disso, preciso me livrar desse mini-jet lag, que é uó!!!&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/371026816364029761-2067863838186460930?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/2067863838186460930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=2067863838186460930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2067863838186460930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2067863838186460930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3673475394551441751</id><published>2009-01-08T10:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:04:51.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amour Ne Dure Pas Toujours</title><content type='html'>"Pourquoi t'inquiète mon silence&lt;br /&gt;Crois-moi tu n'as plus de recours&lt;br /&gt;Que prendre ton mal en patience&lt;br /&gt;L'amour ne dure pas toujours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu te jouais de moi je pense&lt;br /&gt;Quand je croyais t'aimer d'amour&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui change la balance&lt;br /&gt;L'amour ne dure pas toujours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu as été mon espérance&lt;br /&gt;Je t'ai appelé au secours&lt;br /&gt;Tu vins bien tard mais pour ma chance&lt;br /&gt;L'amour ne dure pas toujours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu fus aussi ma délivrance&lt;br /&gt;Tout s'est passé en quelques jours&lt;br /&gt;Avant après c'est la souffrance&lt;br /&gt;L'amour ne dure pas toujours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne fus donc qu'une expérience&lt;br /&gt;On s'est trompé chacun son tour&lt;br /&gt;Mon cœur fatigué prend vacances&lt;br /&gt;L'amour ne dure pas toujours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est vrai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Feist - L'amour Ne Dure Pas Toujours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3673475394551441751?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3673475394551441751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3673475394551441751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3673475394551441751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3673475394551441751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/01/lamour-ne-dure-pas-toujours.html' title='L&apos;amour Ne Dure Pas Toujours'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7098296658284804784</id><published>2009-01-07T17:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:02:49.010-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por enquanto</title><content type='html'>"Mudaram as estações, nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que alguma coisa aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo assim tão diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lembra quando a gente chegou um dia a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo era pra sempre, sem saber, que o pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acaba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os "..." são a parte da música que não tem a ver com o momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Por Enquanto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7098296658284804784?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7098296658284804784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7098296658284804784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7098296658284804784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7098296658284804784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2009/01/por-enquanto.html' title='Por enquanto'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7486601233302189679</id><published>2008-12-11T00:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:54.058-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal</title><content type='html'>"É..., fim de ano chegou! O frio também, o Natal está ai!!! &lt;br /&gt;3 meses ja fora da minha Patria, o que posso dizer?!&lt;br /&gt;O tempo voou, conhecendo a cada dia novas pessoas de todo canto do mundo, fazendo novas amizades, e a cada segundo é uma nova história, cada milésimo de segundo está sendo registrado, nada passa em branco... Vendo e analisando todas as situações posso dizer que nao temos nenhum motivo pra reclamar da vida!&lt;br /&gt;A saudade bate forte, mas essa experiencia de vida sera uma saudade enterna.&lt;br /&gt;Uma saudade que um dia ao reunir os amigos sera de lagrimas de alegria e saudades e relembrar de todos os fatos ocorrido na terra do Bãcãlháu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mahrietah -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7486601233302189679?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7486601233302189679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7486601233302189679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7486601233302189679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7486601233302189679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/12/portugal.html' title='Portugal'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5729466241835394625</id><published>2008-11-27T12:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:42:36.125-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/draft_lens2002312module9703417photo_1211850513Lindt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/draft_lens2002312module9703417photo_1211850513Lindt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque essa tem sido, atualmente, a salvação da pátria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loop 360º! Ô lôko!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5729466241835394625?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5729466241835394625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5729466241835394625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5729466241835394625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5729466241835394625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/11/porque-esse-tem-sido-atualmente-salvao.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4768889469933200218</id><published>2008-11-20T09:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:35:32.116-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Música para fazer meu dia feliz - 03</title><content type='html'>"I want too much to be with you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm working night and day&lt;br /&gt;I came all this way to see you&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me you need space&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know is compatible with somebody I know&lt;br /&gt;I can never get it right&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where to go&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from me don't you ever leave me alone, NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is gonna get you baby&lt;br /&gt;Someday, one day, it will be&lt;br /&gt;A good love that gets me&lt;br /&gt;Love is gonna get ya baby&lt;br /&gt;Someday, one day, I will find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to all the experts,&lt;br /&gt;all the psychics...I've loved&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed for all the answers&lt;br /&gt;To the game of love above&lt;br /&gt;They all say it's unanimous&lt;br /&gt;There's somebody for me&lt;br /&gt;But none of them will tell me&lt;br /&gt;When it is, where he might be&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you, I just won't to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is gonna get you baby&lt;br /&gt;Someday, one day, it will be&lt;br /&gt;A good love that gets me&lt;br /&gt;Love is gonna get ya baby&lt;br /&gt;Someday, one day, I will find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;I believe it sets me free&lt;br /&gt;Come and save me with your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Been on my best behavior&lt;br /&gt;Friends say I'm looking greater&lt;br /&gt;Won't you, won't you, just save me with your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Save me with your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Won't you just save me with your kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is gonna get you baby&lt;br /&gt;Someday, one day, it will be&lt;br /&gt;A good love that gets me&lt;br /&gt;Love is gonna get you baby&lt;br /&gt;Someday, one day, it will be&lt;br /&gt;A good love that gets me&lt;br /&gt;Love is gonna get ya baby&lt;br /&gt;Someday, one day, I will find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love Is Gonna Get You -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Macy Gray - Love Is Gonna Get You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4768889469933200218?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4768889469933200218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4768889469933200218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4768889469933200218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4768889469933200218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/11/msica-para-fazer-meu-dia-feliz-03.html' title='Música para fazer meu dia feliz - 03'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8047026799209564952</id><published>2008-11-20T09:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:18:31.797-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Música para fazer meu dia feliz - 02</title><content type='html'>"Wishin' and hopin' &lt;br /&gt;And thinkin' and prayin'&lt;br /&gt;Plannin' and dreamin' &lt;br /&gt;Each night of his charms&lt;br /&gt;That won't get you into his arms&lt;br /&gt;So if you're looking &lt;br /&gt;To find love that you can share&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is&lt;br /&gt;Hold him and kiss him and love him&lt;br /&gt;And show him that you care&lt;br /&gt;Show him that you care just for him&lt;br /&gt;Do the things that he likes to do&lt;br /&gt;Wear your hair just for him&lt;br /&gt;Cause you won't get him&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' and prayin', &lt;br /&gt;Wishin' and hopin'&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' and hopin' and &lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' and prayin'&lt;br /&gt;Plannin' and dreamin' &lt;br /&gt;His kisses will start&lt;br /&gt;That won't get you into his heart&lt;br /&gt;So if you're thinkin' &lt;br /&gt;Of how great true love is&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is&lt;br /&gt;Hold him, and kiss him &lt;br /&gt;And squeeze him and love him&lt;br /&gt;Just do it&lt;br /&gt;And after you do&lt;br /&gt;You will be his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show him that you care &lt;br /&gt;And just for him&lt;br /&gt;Do the things that he likes to do&lt;br /&gt;Wear your hair just for him&lt;br /&gt;Cause you won't get him&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' and prayin' &lt;br /&gt;Wishin' and hopin' just"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wishin' and Hopin' -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Huey Lewis &amp; Gwyneth Paltrow - Cruisin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8047026799209564952?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8047026799209564952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8047026799209564952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8047026799209564952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8047026799209564952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/11/msica-para-fazer-meu-dia-feliz-02.html' title='Música para fazer meu dia feliz - 02'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4658281703924101638</id><published>2008-11-20T09:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:14:47.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Música para fazer meu dia feliz - 01</title><content type='html'>"Baby let's cruise, away from here&lt;br /&gt;Don't be confused, the way is clear&lt;br /&gt;And if you want it you got it forever&lt;br /&gt;This is not a one night stand, baby&lt;br /&gt;So... let the music take your mind, ooh&lt;br /&gt;Just release and you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna fly away&lt;br /&gt;Glad you're goin' my way&lt;br /&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br /&gt;Music is played for love,&lt;br /&gt;Cruisin' is made for love&lt;br /&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby tonight belongs to us&lt;br /&gt;Everything's right, do what you must&lt;br /&gt;And inch by inch we get closer and closer&lt;br /&gt;To every little part of each other ooh baby, yeah So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the music take your mind&lt;br /&gt;Just release and you will find&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna fly away&lt;br /&gt;Glad you're going my way&lt;br /&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br /&gt;Music is played for love,&lt;br /&gt;Cruisin' is made for love&lt;br /&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruise with me baby&lt;br /&gt;Cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby let's cruise&lt;br /&gt;Let's flow, let's glide&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh let's open up, and go inside&lt;br /&gt;And if you want it you got it forever&lt;br /&gt;I can just stay there beside you&lt;br /&gt;And love you baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the music, take your mind&lt;br /&gt;Just release and you will find&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna fly (away)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm glad you're going my way&lt;br /&gt;I love it, when we're cruisin' together&lt;br /&gt;The music is played for love,&lt;br /&gt;Cruisin' is made for (love)&lt;br /&gt;I love it, I love it, I love it&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna fly away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, glad you're going my way&lt;br /&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br /&gt;(The music is played for love)&lt;br /&gt;It's love music&lt;br /&gt;(Cruisin' is made for love)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cruisin' -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Huey Lewis &amp; Gwyneth Paltrow - Cruisin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4658281703924101638?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4658281703924101638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4658281703924101638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4658281703924101638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4658281703924101638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/11/msica-para-fazer-meu-dia-feliz-01.html' title='Música para fazer meu dia feliz - 01'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4640988425531670730</id><published>2008-11-04T09:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:16:18.286-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda sobre distância</title><content type='html'>Saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de um ponto,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vírgula,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- orkut do Markim -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4640988425531670730?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4640988425531670730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4640988425531670730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4640988425531670730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4640988425531670730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/11/ainda-sobre-distncia.html' title='Ainda sobre distância'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-2714721492767157971</id><published>2008-11-04T09:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:15:25.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre distância</title><content type='html'>A distância aproxima as pessoas... verdade! Considero que minha viagem tá accomplished. O que eu tinha de fazer / viver / aprender / crescer aqui, já aconteceu. Estou feliz... MUITO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida nova quando voltar ao Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Tiësto feat. BT - Break My Fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-2714721492767157971?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/2714721492767157971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=2714721492767157971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2714721492767157971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2714721492767157971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/11/sobre-distncia.html' title='Sobre distância'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8233758951392346507</id><published>2008-11-01T11:53:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:03:24.220-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Me amarrota</title><content type='html'>Tiga na Gare, aqui no Porto :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O S2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 6 de dezembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor notícia EVER em Portugal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Tiga - The Ballad of Sexor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8233758951392346507?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8233758951392346507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8233758951392346507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8233758951392346507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8233758951392346507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-amarrota.html' title='Me amarrota'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6343247740116736151</id><published>2008-10-31T11:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:58:11.400-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up...</title><content type='html'>... letting go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo muda... e afeta. &lt;br /&gt;E afetou.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6343247740116736151?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6343247740116736151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6343247740116736151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6343247740116736151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6343247740116736151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/10/giving-up.html' title='Giving up...'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5821354479146455750</id><published>2008-10-30T14:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:14:06.866-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrança</title><content type='html'>"nunca sei ao certo&lt;br /&gt;se sou um menino de dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;ou um homem de fé&lt;br /&gt;certezas o vento leva&lt;br /&gt;só dúvidas continuam de pé"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paulo Leminsky -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Nneka - Africans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5821354479146455750?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5821354479146455750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5821354479146455750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5821354479146455750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5821354479146455750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/10/lembrana.html' title='Lembrança'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-432868749912234969</id><published>2008-10-22T18:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:10:48.740-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tudo que eu queria era ter alguém do meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu queria era ter alguém que me protegesse.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu queria era ter alguém em quem eu me espelhasse.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu queria era ter alguém que me perguntasse se estou bem de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu queria era ter alguém com quem pudesse me abrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que não queria era ter alguém que só falasse de dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo que eu tenho é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:''''''''''-S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-432868749912234969?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/432868749912234969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=432868749912234969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/432868749912234969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/432868749912234969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/10/tudo-que-eu-queria-era-ter-algum-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7958559094698060798</id><published>2008-10-21T17:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:47:24.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A-BAN-DO-NAAAAA-DA POR VÔ-CÊ</title><content type='html'>"Abandonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tentado te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;No fim da tarde uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;No fim da noite uma ilusão&lt;br /&gt;No fim de tudo, a solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tentado não sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Lendo antigas poesias&lt;br /&gt;Rindo em novas companhias&lt;br /&gt;E chorando por você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não vem&lt;br /&gt;Nem leva com você&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa saudade&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;Onde vou assim,&lt;br /&gt;Fugindo da verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Sem outro porto ou outro cais&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivendo aos temporais&lt;br /&gt;Essa paixão ainda me guia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo o vento te levar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho estrelas prá sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E ainda te espero todo dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não vem&lt;br /&gt;Nem leva com você&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa saudade&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;Onde vou assim,&lt;br /&gt;Fugindo da verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Sem outro porto ou outro cais&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivendo aos temporais&lt;br /&gt;Essa paixão ainda me guia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo o vento te levar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho estrelas prá sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E ainda te espero todo dia..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fafá de Belém -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque essa música toca no âmago do meu ser... RÁ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FFX3JZ7k5F4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FFX3JZ7k5F4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7958559094698060798?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7958559094698060798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7958559094698060798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7958559094698060798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7958559094698060798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/10/ban-do-naaaaa-da-por-v-c.html' title='A-BAN-DO-NAAAAA-DA POR VÔ-CÊ'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6815130891304961016</id><published>2008-10-16T10:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:34:12.128-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas Pequenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhivzjYuZdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhivzjYuZdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coisas pequenas são&lt;br /&gt;coisas pequenas&lt;br /&gt;são tudo o que eu te quero dar&lt;br /&gt;e estas palavras são&lt;br /&gt;coisas pequenas&lt;br /&gt;que dizem que eu te quero amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar, amar, amar&lt;br /&gt;só vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;se tu quiseres confirmar&lt;br /&gt;que um grande amor não é&lt;br /&gt;coisa pequena&lt;br /&gt;que nada é maior que amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a hora&lt;br /&gt;que te espreita&lt;br /&gt;é só tua.&lt;br /&gt;Decerto, nao será&lt;br /&gt;só a que resta;&lt;br /&gt;a hora&lt;br /&gt;que esperei a vida toda,&lt;br /&gt;é esta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a hora&lt;br /&gt;que te espreita&lt;br /&gt;é derradeira.&lt;br /&gt;Decerto já bateu&lt;br /&gt;à tua porta.&lt;br /&gt;A hora&lt;br /&gt;que esperaste a vida inteira,&lt;br /&gt;é agora"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Madredeus -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Madredeus- Coisas Pequenas (não, não é a melô do japonês)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6815130891304961016?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6815130891304961016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6815130891304961016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6815130891304961016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6815130891304961016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/10/coisas-pequenas.html' title='Coisas Pequenas'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6786892990894897707</id><published>2008-10-15T11:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:13:43.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão sozinha</title><content type='html'>"Solidão é lava&lt;br /&gt;Que cobre tudo&lt;br /&gt;Amargura em minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Sorri seus dentes de chumbo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão, palavra&lt;br /&gt;Cavada no coração&lt;br /&gt;Resignado e mudo&lt;br /&gt;No compasso da desilusão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viu!&lt;br /&gt;Desilusão, desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;br /&gt;Na dança da solidão...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camélia ficou viúva,&lt;br /&gt;Joana se apaixonou,&lt;br /&gt;Maria tentou a morte,&lt;br /&gt;Por causa do seu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai sempre me dizia:&lt;br /&gt;Meu filho tome cuidado,&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu penso no futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueço o meu passado&lt;br /&gt;Oh!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desilusão, desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;br /&gt;Na dança da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Viu!&lt;br /&gt;Desilusão, desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;br /&gt;Na dança da solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vem a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento vagueia&lt;br /&gt;Corro os dedos na viola&lt;br /&gt;Contemplando a lua cheia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo existe&lt;br /&gt;Uma fonte de água pura&lt;br /&gt;Quem beber daquela água&lt;br /&gt;Não terá mais amargura&lt;br /&gt;Oh!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desilusão, desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;br /&gt;Na dança da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Viu!&lt;br /&gt;Desilusão, desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;br /&gt;Na dança da solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;br /&gt;Na dança da solidão...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desilusão! Oh! Oh! Oh!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paulinho da Viola -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6786892990894897707?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6786892990894897707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6786892990894897707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6786892990894897707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6786892990894897707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/10/solido-sozinha.html' title='Solidão sozinha'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7831287944293807734</id><published>2008-10-13T14:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:10:46.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Man Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7831287944293807734?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7831287944293807734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7831287944293807734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7831287944293807734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7831287944293807734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/10/cat-man-do.html' title='Cat Man Do'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6213389741024834767</id><published>2008-09-18T12:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:11:21.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ora pôix-pôix</title><content type='html'>Após um longo e tenebroso inverno... xD&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei um longo período sem postar aqui pois ainda não possuia acesso à internet, nem em casa nem na faculdade. Em casa continuarei sem possuir. Na facu, já tenho. E posso acessar o MSN!!! \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a cidade: o Porto antigo é liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiindo. As construções são muito bonitas. Ainda não posto fotas pois não tenho máquina fotográfica. Minha prioridade de eletrônicos é um laptop, mas é além dos limites. O próximo na lista é um iPod, pois já estou a surtar sem ouvir música. Depois vem a câmera fotográfica. Ou seja: no photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca achei que seria tão difícil ficar esse tempo todo (e essa distância) de quem eu amo. Às vezes dói, dá um aperto no peito. Às vezes a única coisa que eu quero é um abraço. Me bate, de vez em quando, uma vontade tão grande de voltar. Chutar o pau da barraca e pegar o primeiro vôo pro Brasil. Mas daí seria desistir muito rápido. E eu sei que existem pessoas torcendo por mim, prá tudo dar certo. Então vai dar! Só espero que essa dor atenue rápido, que senão eu desidrato de tanto chorar e também porque senão vou chegar todo dia na aula com olheiras, e não existe dinheiro que compre a quantidade suficiente de maquiagem prá tampá-las! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... querendo voltar, mas querendo ficar. Vamos ver no que dá, no final das contas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6213389741024834767?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6213389741024834767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6213389741024834767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6213389741024834767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6213389741024834767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/09/ora-pix-pix.html' title='Ora pôix-pôix'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3001850806048842396</id><published>2008-08-30T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:28:09.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego</title><content type='html'>"Como este é um momento de finalizações necessárias, é bastante provável que coisas que não façam mais sentido simplesmente "morram". Você está se envolvendo algum relacionamento que já deu o que tinha que dar? É o momento de findá-lo, de permitir que aquela pessoa que já teve grande sentido em sua existência vá agora participar de outras relações, e esta é a beleza da vida: nos encontramos com as pessoas, trocamos, e depois nos desligamos, para ficarmos abertos a outros relacionamentos. E não pense que a coisa está limitada à vida amorosa, Fernando! Pode ser que você não viva um "final amoroso" (sobretudo se a relação estiver correndo bem), mas o fim pode envolver uma relação de trabalho, e até mesmo qualquer relacionamento que não esteja mais "funcionando". Como você está vivendo um mini-ciclo de finalizações, estes dias são particularmente propícios para você dar uma geral em suas coisas e observar que aquilo que não tem mais utilidade pra você pode ser muito útil para outra pessoa. Sabe aquela roupa que você nunca mais usou? Que tal dá-la? Muita gente poderia se beneficiar daquele livro que você nem sequer abre. O que para você é lixo, pode ter imensa utilidade para outra pessoa! É tempo de reciclar, Fernando!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3001850806048842396?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3001850806048842396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3001850806048842396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3001850806048842396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3001850806048842396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/08/ego.html' title='Ego'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6103246514669542617</id><published>2008-08-19T02:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:30:06.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Acho que às vezes eu falo demais. Acho que ás vezes eu falo demais. Solto muita coisa sem pensar. E tem uma coisa me incomodando. Não sei se é coisa da minha cabeça ou se realmente acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sentido falta de certos toques, de certas carícias. Tenho me sentido não-desejado, e isso me remete aos meus relacionamentos passados. Às vezes, em uma situação, me vem um filme na cabeça e vejo algumas cenas a se repetirem over and over e isso é uma coisa que me trava. E não quero travar; não à toa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saco!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Alanis Morissette - That Particular Time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6103246514669542617?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6103246514669542617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6103246514669542617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6103246514669542617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6103246514669542617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/08/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4087494651119134339</id><published>2008-08-14T01:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:07:34.918-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Data</title><content type='html'>E a hora está chegando. A derradeira hora. Aquela em que meus portos seguros serão deixados para trás e eu embarco rumo a uma vida nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso me deixa muito excitado e muito feliz. É o meu sonho de criança. Sempre quis viajar prá fora, conhecer novos lugares, novas pessoas, novas culturas. Sempre soube que esse tipo de experiência seria um marco na minha vida, que ia mudar completamente minha visão de mundo, das pessoas e de mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca imaginei que a chegada desse dia seria tão dolorosa. Sei que vou conhecer várias pessoas e que algumas serão especiais para mim. Mas não quero deixar as que eu conheço aqui. Queria levar todos (Mãe, irmão, tia, Minkas...) comigo, no meu bolso. Como não posso tê-los comigo, ao meu lado, eles irão dentro de mim, no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, como farão falta essas e outras pessoas. :''''''''''''''''-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Alanis Morissette - Head Over Feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4087494651119134339?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4087494651119134339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4087494651119134339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4087494651119134339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4087494651119134339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/08/data.html' title='Data'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-1157924975949173387</id><published>2008-07-28T18:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:19:45.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofrendíssimo</title><content type='html'>Ai, já tem data. Dia 9. E com escalas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-1157924975949173387?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/1157924975949173387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=1157924975949173387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1157924975949173387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1157924975949173387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/07/sofrendssimo.html' title='Sofrendíssimo'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6043863917232457720</id><published>2008-07-27T21:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:57.406-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SI0OqcBkNNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/l1QdJ7GlPBU/s1600-h/o.2504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SI0OqcBkNNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/l1QdJ7GlPBU/s320/o.2504.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227850864687068370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMBER POUR HOMME, Résinede Labdanum de France, Feuilles de Patchouli d'Indonésie, Cardamome du Guatemala, Safran d'Espagne et Daim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: The Corrs - Runaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6043863917232457720?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6043863917232457720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6043863917232457720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6043863917232457720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6043863917232457720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/07/moi.html' title='Moi'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SI0OqcBkNNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/l1QdJ7GlPBU/s72-c/o.2504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7921575657874815209</id><published>2008-07-22T11:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:57.553-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos sobre a Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SIYK5iqSadI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Mv7DaLGQgFw/s1600-h/pra%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SIYK5iqSadI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Mv7DaLGQgFw/s320/pra%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225876401283033554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Monumento à Naftalinerdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Praça da Liberdade, de manhã, tem até cheiro de naftalina"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Moi -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Praça da Naftalinerdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correria dercy(em homenagem)&lt;br /&gt;quando venho aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muxiba exercitada&lt;br /&gt;em óculos de marca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se faz bem para saúde&lt;br /&gt;pode ser, não para a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praça da naftalinerdade&lt;br /&gt;corre comigo você!&lt;br /&gt;não quero ser quem corre comigo&lt;br /&gt;sem ser você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguns já foram a guerra&lt;br /&gt;outros pela Europa viajaram&lt;br /&gt;aqui os jás!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Mika - Your Sympathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7921575657874815209?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7921575657874815209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7921575657874815209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7921575657874815209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7921575657874815209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/07/pensamentos-sobre-liberdade.html' title='Pensamentos sobre a Liberdade'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SIYK5iqSadI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Mv7DaLGQgFw/s72-c/pra%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4761157407532711734</id><published>2008-07-14T20:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:05:47.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se um dia eu sumir,&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia não estiver mais aqui,&lt;br /&gt;É porque decidi assim;&lt;br /&gt;É porque eu quis assim;&lt;br /&gt;É porque foi o melhor prá mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ãhn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: KT Tunstall - Funnyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Medo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4761157407532711734?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4761157407532711734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4761157407532711734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4761157407532711734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4761157407532711734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/07/se-um-dia-eu-sumir-se-um-dia-no-estiver.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8196483874387835833</id><published>2008-07-14T17:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:44:09.877-03:00</updated><title type='text'>39</title><content type='html'>Às vezes sinto que tenho tanto prá falar... mas que me falta uma coragem de igual intensidade! Ou palavras... :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Madonna - Devil Wouldn't Recognize You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8196483874387835833?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8196483874387835833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8196483874387835833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8196483874387835833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8196483874387835833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/07/s-vezes-sinto-que-tenho-tanto-pr-falar.html' title='39'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5577605861288435889</id><published>2008-07-01T23:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:01:44.877-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Demi-Sec</title><content type='html'>Hoje teve jantar aqui em casa. Talharim ao sugo. E vinhos (3 garrafas, para ser mais exato). Eu cheguei na última, um demi-sec das serras gaúchas. E eu tive que provar, né. Eis que descobri que preferia nem ter colocado na minha boca. Descobri que DETEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESTO vinho Demi-sec. Ele me passa a impressão de algo incompleto, algo que foi parado no meio. Um processo que estava acontecendo e que, por algum desatino do destino, teve que parar. Ai, como isso me dá uma angústia. E como o sabor dessa parada é ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, que antipatchia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenho dito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Vozes vindas da sala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5577605861288435889?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5577605861288435889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5577605861288435889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5577605861288435889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5577605861288435889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/07/sobre-demi-sec.html' title='Sobre Demi-Sec'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5825889033487942614</id><published>2008-07-01T21:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:39:48.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>Queria escrever alguma coisa. Mas não consigo pensar em nada prá escrever. Será que isso significa alguma coisa? Será que significa que minha cabeça está vazia de pensamentos? Não sei. Será que é meu coração está vazio de sentimentos? Esse eu tenho certeza que não. Nada prá escrever; escrever prá nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aí me pergunto: escrever prá quê? Escrever prá quem? &lt;br /&gt;Escrever prá aliviar. Escrever prá mim.&lt;br /&gt;Escrever prá me mostrar. Escrever prá você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo sobre o nada. Escrevo sobre o mundo. Escrevo sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenho dito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Lobão (o CD Acústico na sua íntegra integridade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5825889033487942614?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5825889033487942614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5825889033487942614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5825889033487942614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5825889033487942614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/07/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7702439121842037025</id><published>2008-06-25T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:36:33.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditado</title><content type='html'>Porque como diz o velho ditado: "Passarinho que come pedra, sabe o cu que tem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: KT Tunstall - Hopeless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7702439121842037025?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7702439121842037025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7702439121842037025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7702439121842037025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7702439121842037025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/ditado.html' title='Ditado'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8475397898665844471</id><published>2008-06-23T23:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:57.743-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SGBbf80gcII/AAAAAAAAADw/veaYuEXzbBw/s1600-h/carinho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SGBbf80gcII/AAAAAAAAADw/veaYuEXzbBw/s320/carinho1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215268972955463810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu estava bem. Hoje eu estava feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas aí fiquei preocupado. Mas aí fiquei triste.&lt;br /&gt;Cacete de vida!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre uma surpresa.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre alguma coisa prá me puxar prá baixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu só queria uma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu só queria um colo.&lt;br /&gt;Não colo de mãe,&lt;br /&gt;mas outro colo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: KT Tunstall - If Only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8475397898665844471?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8475397898665844471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8475397898665844471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8475397898665844471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8475397898665844471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SGBbf80gcII/AAAAAAAAADw/veaYuEXzbBw/s72-c/carinho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3961686647489290488</id><published>2008-06-23T02:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T02:09:36.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Le petit prince</title><content type='html'>Alguns recortes do capítulo XXI do Pequeno Príncipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu procuro amigos. Que quer dizer 'cativar'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É uma coisa muito esquecida, disse a raposa. Significa 'criar laços...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Criar laços?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Exatamente, disse a raposa. Tu não és para mim senão um garoto inteiramente igual a cem mil outros garotos. E eu não tenho necessidade de ti. E tu não tens também necessidade de mim. Não passo a teus olhos de uma raposa igual a cem mil outras raposas. Mas, se tu me cativas, nós teremos necessidade um do outro. Serás para mim único no mundo. E eu serei para ti única no mundo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[...] se tu me cativas, minha vida será como que cheia de sol. Conhecerei um barulho de passos que será diferente dos outros. Os outros passos me fazem entrar debaixo da terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu me chamará para fora da toca, como se fosse música. E depois, olha! Vês, lá longe, os campos de trigo? Eu não como pão. O trigo para mim é inútil. Os campos de trigo não me lembram coisa alguma. E isso é triste! Mas tu tens cabelos cor de ouro. Então será maravilhoso quando me tiveres cativado. O trigo, que é dourado, fará lembrar-me de ti. E eu amarei o barulho do vento no trigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A raposa calou-se e considerou por muito tempo o príncipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por favor... cativa-me! disse ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bem quisera, disse o principezinho, mas eu não tenho muito tempo. Tenho amigos a descobrir e muitas coisas a conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A gente só conhece bem as coisas que cativou, disse a raposa. Os homens não têm mais tempo de conhecer alguma coisa. Compram tudo prontinho nas lojas. Mas como não existem lojas de amigos, os homens não têm mais amigos. Se tu queres um amigo, cativa-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que é preciso fazer? perguntou o principezinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É preciso ser paciente, respondeu a raposa. Tu te sentarás primeiro um pouco longe de mim, assim, na relva. Eu te olharei com o canto do olho e tu não dirás nada. A linguagem é uma fonte de mal-entendidos. Mas, cada dia, te sentarás mais perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte o principezinho voltou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Teria sido melhor voltares à mesma hora, disse a raposa. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Se tu vens, por exemplo, às quatro da tarde, desde as três eu começarei a ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;. Quanto mais a hora for chegando, mais eu me sentirei feliz. Às quatro horas, então, estarei inquieta e agitada: descobrirei o preço da felicidade! Mas se tu vens a qualquer momento, nunca saberei a hora de preparar o coração..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é assim que fuciono. E é assim que vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Ai, parte do livro que me faz chorar!!! Coisa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3961686647489290488?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3961686647489290488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3961686647489290488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3961686647489290488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3961686647489290488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/le-petit-prince.html' title='Le petit prince'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4173445513195750975</id><published>2008-06-23T01:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:50:00.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escritos</title><content type='html'>Se sinto, é porque estou vivo?&lt;br /&gt;Então eu vivo prá sentir?&lt;br /&gt;E, então, eu me sinto vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Vivo, eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo, sei que vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo e sentindo;&lt;br /&gt;sentindo prá viver.&lt;br /&gt;Sentido de viver,&lt;br /&gt;vida com sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---#---#---#---#---#---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto que tenho tanto prá dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que me falta, na mesma mão, coragem para dizê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: The Beatles - música X do CD y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4173445513195750975?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4173445513195750975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4173445513195750975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4173445513195750975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4173445513195750975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/escritos.html' title='Escritos'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7235471613608411093</id><published>2008-06-22T15:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:53:30.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Livre!</title><content type='html'>Ontem foi um dia especial prá mim. Foi um dia... mágico, por assim dizer. Me vi livre de tudo que me prendia ao meu passado. Me senti bem (estando sóbrio xD). Não senti peso, remorso, dor, raiva, pena. Não senti nada. E é bom não ter sentido nada. Eu achei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: KT Tunstall - Little Favours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7235471613608411093?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7235471613608411093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7235471613608411093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7235471613608411093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7235471613608411093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/livre.html' title='Livre!'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7482832134596676150</id><published>2008-06-19T18:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:53:33.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mapa do Meu Nada</title><content type='html'>"Você é dedos que eu te quero, tocou&lt;br /&gt;Você é beijo que eu te quero, beijou&lt;br /&gt;Você é Vênus que eu te quero, soprou&lt;br /&gt;Não sou desses homens, eu te quero, atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dedo deduz, dedo é dez se é dois&lt;br /&gt;Tocando essa cor desde os pés do teu chão&lt;br /&gt;Buscando afinar um satélite à-toa&lt;br /&gt;Não sou desses homens, eu te quero há um tempão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doido desejo chupando dedo num beco&lt;br /&gt;cheio de bêbados trêbados&lt;br /&gt;Chutando os prédios, pregando prego no prego&lt;br /&gt;Réu da razão, do suplico, cuspe fútil&lt;br /&gt;Nessa estrada cariada&lt;br /&gt;Só você é o meio-fio de luz&lt;br /&gt;Contramão sinalizada&lt;br /&gt;No mapa do meu nada&lt;br /&gt;Canção emocionada&lt;br /&gt;Trajeto por teus fios"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Carlinhos Brown -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Cássia Eller - Mapa do Meu Nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7482832134596676150?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7482832134596676150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7482832134596676150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7482832134596676150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7482832134596676150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/mapa-do-meu-nada.html' title='Mapa do Meu Nada'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8290128285143614332</id><published>2008-06-15T15:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:41:17.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5CWKxKMcLA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5CWKxKMcLA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenho dito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8290128285143614332?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8290128285143614332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8290128285143614332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8290128285143614332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8290128285143614332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiss-me.html' title='Kiss Me'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4289858924026670868</id><published>2008-06-12T00:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:57.899-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>Bom... hoje é o dia, né. Aquele que eu nunca (sim, NUNCA) passei namorando. Mas queria fazer uma homenagem às pessoas que namoram (mesmo eu não fazendo parte desse grupo... não por vontade própria, mas por força do destino). Por isso, futuquei na net essa charge do Adão Iturrusgarai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SFCPgSNC6kI/AAAAAAAAADg/Owzka99-C_0/s1600-h/dia_dos_namorados_f_009+Ad%C3%A3o+Iturrusgarai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SFCPgSNC6kI/AAAAAAAAADg/Owzka99-C_0/s320/dia_dos_namorados_f_009+Ad%C3%A3o+Iturrusgarai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210822553672804930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: The Kooks - Do You Wanna (banda enteressante)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4289858924026670868?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4289858924026670868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4289858924026670868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4289858924026670868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4289858924026670868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-dos-namorados_12.html' title='Dia dos Namorados'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SFCPgSNC6kI/AAAAAAAAADg/Owzka99-C_0/s72-c/dia_dos_namorados_f_009+Ad%C3%A3o+Iturrusgarai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6297452225264625883</id><published>2008-06-08T01:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:50:16.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre pular de cabeça</title><content type='html'>Tenho que tomar cuidado com tudo que faço. Tenho a mania (péssima, by the way), de me entregar. De pular de cabeça em tudo (seja vida pessoal, escolar, afetiva...). No final das contas, acontece é de eu pular, a água ser rasa, eu bater a cabeça, fraturar 100.000 vérteberas e ficar paraplégico... e não quero mais isso na minha vida. Já fui curado demais prá não ter aprendido ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que não vá sijogar nos relacionamentos. Pelo contrário. Super vou! Mas cuidando de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenho dito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Vozes me chamando prá Velvet... e lá vou eu, lá vou eu, hoje a festa é na esquinaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6297452225264625883?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6297452225264625883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6297452225264625883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6297452225264625883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6297452225264625883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/sobre-pular-de-cabea.html' title='Sobre pular de cabeça'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5106556484274225410</id><published>2008-06-06T22:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:58.056-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Destilação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SEnnpeuolnI/AAAAAAAAADY/5KBsnHTlXbc/s1600-h/Cuba%2520libre%2520rum%2520and%2520coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SEnnpeuolnI/AAAAAAAAADY/5KBsnHTlXbc/s320/Cuba%2520libre%2520rum%2520and%2520coke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208949143840003698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô na minha fase destilada da vida...&lt;br /&gt;destilo veneno,&lt;br /&gt;destilo pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;destilo bebida...&lt;br /&gt;Destilo tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas com estilo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post altinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Barulho da rua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5106556484274225410?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5106556484274225410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5106556484274225410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5106556484274225410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5106556484274225410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/destilao.html' title='Destilação'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SEnnpeuolnI/AAAAAAAAADY/5KBsnHTlXbc/s72-c/Cuba%2520libre%2520rum%2520and%2520coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8219320598386385413</id><published>2008-06-05T15:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:58.275-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning Baltimore!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SEgvCcZuQmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N_U60CqlZf0/s1600-h/HAIRSPRAY_narrowweb__300x432,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SEgvCcZuQmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N_U60CqlZf0/s320/HAIRSPRAY_narrowweb__300x432,0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208464688084304482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque esse filme é fantástico!&lt;br /&gt;Porque esse filme é tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Porque o John Travolta AHAZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvino: James Marsden - The Nicest Kids In Town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8219320598386385413?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8219320598386385413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8219320598386385413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8219320598386385413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8219320598386385413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morning-baltimore.html' title='Good morning Baltimore!!!'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SEgvCcZuQmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N_U60CqlZf0/s72-c/HAIRSPRAY_narrowweb__300x432,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4915450123831379446</id><published>2008-06-04T15:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:04:05.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Devagar</title><content type='html'>Não gosto de apressar as coisas. Gosto que tudo aconteça naturalmente. Que não haja atropelos nem pulos. Gosto de tudo no seu tempo. Gosto de banho-maria. Cozinhar no fogo alto, muitas vezes, queima tudo. Dizem que sou devagar. Mas eu não acho. Eu sou é um apreciador!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Kylie Minogue - Slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4915450123831379446?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4915450123831379446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4915450123831379446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4915450123831379446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4915450123831379446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/devagar.html' title='Devagar'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3222601342993405159</id><published>2008-06-04T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:57:51.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar</title><content type='html'>"long ago&lt;br /&gt;and oh so far away&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;before the second show&lt;br /&gt;your guitar&lt;br /&gt;it sounds so sweet and clear&lt;br /&gt;but you're not really there&lt;br /&gt;it's just the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you remember you told me you love me baby&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd be coming back this way again baby&lt;br /&gt;baby baby baby baby oh baby&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loneliness, is such a sad affair&lt;br /&gt;and I can hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;to be with you again&lt;br /&gt;what to say&lt;br /&gt;to make you come again&lt;br /&gt;come back to me again&lt;br /&gt;and play your sad guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you remember you told me you love me baby&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd be coming back this way again baby&lt;br /&gt;baby baby baby baby oh baby&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you remember you told me you love me baby&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd be coming back this way again baby&lt;br /&gt;baby baby baby baby oh baby&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I really do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Carpenters -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Sonic Youth - Superstar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3222601342993405159?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3222601342993405159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3222601342993405159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3222601342993405159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3222601342993405159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/superstar.html' title='Superstar'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4544030375490179997</id><published>2008-06-03T03:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T03:21:06.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>While my guitar...</title><content type='html'>... gently weeps.&lt;br /&gt;My life goes on,&lt;br /&gt;My fears all disappear,&lt;br /&gt;My will to live comes back,&lt;br /&gt;My treasures are found&lt;br /&gt;and my dreams come true...&lt;br /&gt;... while my guitar gently weeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling just like Blackbird. Taking my broken wings and learning how to fly... all my life. Taking those sunken eyes and learning how to see... yes, just waiting for THIS moment to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I was only waiting for this moment to arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: The Beatles - Blackbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: É, eu sei, post em inglês. Mas não dei conta de escrevê-lo em português, je ne sais pas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4544030375490179997?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4544030375490179997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4544030375490179997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4544030375490179997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4544030375490179997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/06/while-my-guitar.html' title='While my guitar...'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-550081303635878037</id><published>2008-05-25T21:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:58.433-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fechado prá balanço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SDoKtV2vK_I/AAAAAAAAADE/1-EQznld2FA/s1600-h/tranca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SDoKtV2vK_I/AAAAAAAAADE/1-EQznld2FA/s320/tranca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204484093457148914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipo isso. Preciso rever algumas coisas da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um tempo meu. Comigo. Com meus livros. Minhas músicas. Meu caderno.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso refletir sobre tudo. Sobre decisões, sobre relacionamentos, sobre amizades, sobre desejos e sonhos, além dos velhos medos.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... fechado prá balanço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Mika - Over My Shoulder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-550081303635878037?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/550081303635878037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=550081303635878037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/550081303635878037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/550081303635878037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/fechado-pr-balano.html' title='Fechado prá balanço'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SDoKtV2vK_I/AAAAAAAAADE/1-EQznld2FA/s72-c/tranca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3524923110467205093</id><published>2008-05-24T11:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:58.878-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaforicamente... Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SDgoPV2vK-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vCagBDugVho/s1600-h/rest%2Bin%2Bpeace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SDgoPV2vK-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vCagBDugVho/s320/rest%2Bin%2Bpeace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203953613456485346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cansei de tanto procurar&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de não achar&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de tanto encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de me perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero somente esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Quero o corpo sem qualquer querer&lt;br /&gt;Tenhos os olhos tão cansados de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Na memória, no sonho e em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei pra onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Não sei&lt;br /&gt;Se vou ou vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;Pensei, não quero mais pensar&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Agora nem sei mais o que querer&lt;br /&gt;E a noite não tarda a nascer&lt;br /&gt;Descansa coração e bate em paz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fernanda Takai -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Gossip - Coal to Diamonds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3524923110467205093?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3524923110467205093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3524923110467205093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3524923110467205093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3524923110467205093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/metaforicamente-rest-in-peace.html' title='Metaforicamente... 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Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SDgoPV2vK-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vCagBDugVho/s72-c/rest%2Bin%2Bpeace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-1467122018674172742</id><published>2008-05-19T10:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:44:44.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medida</title><content type='html'>"O homem é a medida de todas as coisas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Protágoras -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Cat Power - The Greatest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-1467122018674172742?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/1467122018674172742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=1467122018674172742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1467122018674172742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1467122018674172742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/medida.html' title='Medida'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-1734030531442162478</id><published>2008-05-15T14:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:13:32.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema</title><content type='html'>"February. Get ink, shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,&lt;br /&gt;While torrential slush that roars&lt;br /&gt;Burns in the blackness of the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,&lt;br /&gt;Race through the noise of bells and wheels&lt;br /&gt;To where the ink and all your grieving&lt;br /&gt;Are muffled when the rainshower falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,&lt;br /&gt;A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees,&lt;br /&gt;Fall down into the puddles, hurl&lt;br /&gt;Dry sadness deep into the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, the wet black earth shows through,&lt;br /&gt;With sudden cries the wind is pitted,&lt;br /&gt;The more haphazard, the more true&lt;br /&gt;The poetry that sobs its heart out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boris Pasternak -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora um verso desse poema em russo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!&lt;br /&gt;Писать о феврале навзрыд,&lt;br /&gt;Пока грохочущая слякоть&lt;br /&gt;Весною черною горит."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Regina Spektor - Après Moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-1734030531442162478?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/1734030531442162478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=1734030531442162478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1734030531442162478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1734030531442162478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/poema.html' title='Poema'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3035677392418296677</id><published>2008-05-14T22:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:59.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Foteenha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SCuWvo1WI1I/AAAAAAAAACc/dnWmAbRJKM0/s1600-h/fv12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SCuWvo1WI1I/AAAAAAAAACc/dnWmAbRJKM0/s320/fv12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200415939888554834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenho enviado por Danilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou me jogar no Porto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Pink Floyd - Run Like Hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3035677392418296677?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3035677392418296677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3035677392418296677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3035677392418296677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3035677392418296677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/foteenha.html' title='Foteenha'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SCuWvo1WI1I/AAAAAAAAACc/dnWmAbRJKM0/s72-c/fv12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-4247545010712795178</id><published>2008-05-14T22:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:48:36.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas Novas</title><content type='html'>A vida é muito engraçada. Tem horas em que ela te dá a maior rasteira. Você fica pensando que tudo acabou, que não vale mais à pena sonhar e fazer planos (pelo menos eu estava assim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que essa mesma vida, vendo a minha vontade de seguir em frente, me dá um afago, uma carícia. São notícias que me deixam animado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas podem me derrubar, mas tenho forças que me ajudam a seguir em frente. E a vida me ajuda (a cair e levantar, mais forte).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, pensamentos desconexos numa hora eufórica e na qual NADA vai fazer muito sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Última coisa: FUI ACEITO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Pink Floyd - In The Flesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-4247545010712795178?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/4247545010712795178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=4247545010712795178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4247545010712795178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/4247545010712795178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/boas-novas.html' title='Boas Novas'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5860521488668047587</id><published>2008-05-11T12:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:59.275-02:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SCcVlo1WI0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/63PA_dBoq2I/s1600-h/c%27est_la_vie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SCcVlo1WI0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/63PA_dBoq2I/s320/c%27est_la_vie.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199148031183037250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso escrever nada, pois o desenho já passa toda mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- por Eduardo Caçador -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Marisa Monte - O Céu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5860521488668047587?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5860521488668047587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5860521488668047587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5860521488668047587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5860521488668047587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SCcVlo1WI0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/63PA_dBoq2I/s72-c/c%27est_la_vie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-1169171733008962862</id><published>2008-05-10T17:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:07:53.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ter ou não ter namorado</title><content type='html'>Como não sou monopolista, não vou ficar enchendo o blog apenas com textos de minha autoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem não tem namorado é alguém que tirou férias não remuneradas de si mesmo. Namorado é a mais difícil das conquistas. Difícil porque namorado de verdade é muito raro. Necessita de adivinhação, de pele, de saliva, lágrima, nuvem, quindim, brisa ou filosofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paquera, gabiru, flerte, caso, transa, envolvimento, até paixão é fácil, mas namorado mesmo, é muito difícil. Namorado não precisa ser o mais bonito, mas aquele a quem se quer proteger e quando se chega ao lado dele a gente treme, sua frio e quase desmaia pedindo proteção. A proteção dele não precisa ser parruda, decidida, ou bandoleira: Basta um olhar de compreensão ou mesmo de aflição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem namorado não é quem não tem um amor: É quem não sabe o gosto de namorar. Se você tem três pretendentes, dois paqueras, um envolvimento e dois amantes, mesmo assim pode não ter namorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem não sabe o gosto da chuva, cinema sessão das duas, medo do pai, sanduiche de padaria ou drible no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem transa sem carinho, quem acaricia sem vontade de virar sorvete ou lagartixa e quem ama sem alegria. Não tem namorado quem faz pactos de amor apenas com a infelicidade. Namorar é fazer pactos com a felicidade, ainda que rápida, escondida, fugida ou impossível de durar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem não sabe o valor de mãos dadas; de carinho escondido na hora em que passa o filme; de flor catada no muro e entregue de repente; de poesia de Fernando Pessoa, Vinicius de Moraes ou Chico Buarque lida bem devagar, de gargalhar quando fala junto ou descobre a meia rasgada; de ânsia enorme de viajar para a Escócia ou mesmo de metrô, bonde, nuvem, cavalo alado, tapete mágico ou foguete interplanetário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem não gosta de dormir agarrado, fazer sesta abraçado, fazer compra junto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem não gosta de falar do próprio amor, nem de ficar horas e horas olhando o mistério do outro dentro dos olhos dele, abobalhados de alegria pela lucidez do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem não redescobre a criança própria e a do amado e sai com ela para parques, fliperamas, beira d'agua, show do Milton Nascimento, bosque enluarado, ruas de sonhos ou musicais da Metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem não tem música secreta com ele, quem não dedica livros, quem não recorta artigos, quem não se chateia com o fato de o seu bem ser paquerado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem ama sem gostar, quem gosta sem curtir, quem curte sem aprofundar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem nunca sentiu o gosto de ser lembrado de repente no fim-de-semana, na madrugada ou no meio-dia de sol em plena praia cheia de rivais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem ama sem se dedicar; quem namora sem brincar; quem vive cheio de obrigações; quem faz sexo sem esperar o outro ir com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem namorado quem confunde solidão com ficar sozinho, não ri de si mesmo e quem tem medo de ser afetivo. Se você não tem namorado é porque não descobriu que o amor é alegre e você vive pesando duzentos quilos de grilos e medos, ponha a roupa mais leve e passeie de mãos dadas com o ar. Enfeite-se com margaridas e ternuras, e escove a alma com leves fricções de esperança. De alma escovada e coração estouvado saia do quintal de si mesmo e descubra o próprio jardim. Acorde com gosto de caqui e sorria lírios para quem passe debaixo da sua janela. Ponha intenções de quermesse em seus olhos e beba licor de contos de fadas. Ande como se o chão estivesse repleto de sons de flauta e do céu descesse uma névoa de borboletas, cada qual trazendo uma pérola falante a dizer frases sutis e palavras de galanteria. Se você não tem namorado é porque ainda não enlouqueceu aquele pouquinho necessário a fazer a vida parar e de repente parecer que faz sentido. Enlou-cresça."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Artura da Távola -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-1169171733008962862?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/1169171733008962862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=1169171733008962862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1169171733008962862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/1169171733008962862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/ter-ou-no-ter-namorado.html' title='Ter ou não ter namorado'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3243832207669608443</id><published>2008-05-08T12:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:59.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PhWIInix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SCMdsz7WThI/AAAAAAAAABA/S7F33EKZ_Gg/s1600-h/Phernando.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SCMdsz7WThI/AAAAAAAAABA/S7F33EKZ_Gg/s320/Phernando.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198031050606267922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenho por Eduardo Caçador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Marisa Monte - De Mais Ninguém&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3243832207669608443?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3243832207669608443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3243832207669608443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3243832207669608443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3243832207669608443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/phwiinix.html' title='PhWIInix'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1EJscUGvbM/SCMdsz7WThI/AAAAAAAAABA/S7F33EKZ_Gg/s72-c/Phernando.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7175566723054956772</id><published>2008-05-07T14:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:31:25.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deus do céu, quê que tá acontecendo? O que era certo não é mais; o que era amor, também não é mais (ou nunca foi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta falta de respeito ao sentimento alheio. Quanto medo de se aventurar. Quantas restrições prá sijogar, quanta falta de sinceridade e de confiança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que o amor está se retirando do mundo? Será que ele percebeu que o homem está mais ávido pelas satisfações egoístas do que pelo amor? Que MEDO. Não quero viver num mundo sem amor. Não quero viver minha vida sem amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Fernanda Takai - Descansa Coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7175566723054956772?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7175566723054956772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7175566723054956772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7175566723054956772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7175566723054956772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/deus-do-cu-qu-que-t-acontecendo-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-8762228378972916312</id><published>2008-05-05T11:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:57:53.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiroga do dchia</title><content type='html'>"Seus desejos não pretendem diminuir de intensidade, e quanto mais você tentar deixá-los de lado, mais estes voltarão, nem que seja em sonhos, para fazer você empreender a ação necessária que os satisfaria. A exigência dos desejos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, verdade. Mas e minha alma capricorniana de ser? A necessidade de certeza prá empreender ações. Cadê os cálculos matemáticos, aritméticos e probabilísticos? Cadê meu chão, meu porto seguro do empreendimento? Ai, sô-corro! Se aflição matasse, eu tava tipo trucidado! Em estado de surto iminente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Fernanda Takai - Seja o Meu Céu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-8762228378972916312?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/8762228378972916312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=8762228378972916312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8762228378972916312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/8762228378972916312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiroga-do-dchia.html' title='Quiroga do dchia'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-5326222644896824978</id><published>2008-05-03T23:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:00:41.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Planos e sonhos</title><content type='html'>Me lembro, desde pequeno (de idade), que sempre tive sonhos e planos que eu queria muito que realizassem. Mas nenhum foi realizado. Muito por indisponibilidades, sejam financeiras ou materiais e, também, por medo e covardia da minha pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram muitos. Ir à Disney quando estudava inglês no #1, ir prá excursões de escolinha, fazer intercâmbio no segundo ano, fazer graduação no exterior, emagrecer, dentre outras má-sucedidas invenções da minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio desse semestre eu me inscrevi para o programa de intercâmbio do Uni-BH. Como sempre, me prometeram uma coisa, mas ela não era verdade. Fui enganado. Me senti defraudado. Mas, como sempre ocorre, eu sempre tenho uma mão prá me ajudar. E nessa hora eu tive. A melhor mão que eu já podia pensar em receber. Minha mãe não tinha mão melhor, nem meu pai, irmão, tia ou avó. Era aquela mão. A mão perfeita que me ajudou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas essa mão se foi. Aconteceu de ter ido. Não queria, mas foi arrancada de mim (ou fui eu quem arranquei ela de mim?). Tenho planos. Tenho sonhos. E preciso dessa mão para construí-los comigo. Eu sei que não dou conta de levá-los sozinhos on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho planos, tenho sonhos. Tenho vontades, tenho medos.&lt;br /&gt;Me quero completo para poder desfrutá-los e enfrentá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Seal - Prayer For The Dying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-5326222644896824978?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/5326222644896824978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=5326222644896824978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5326222644896824978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/5326222644896824978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/planos-e-sonhos.html' title='Planos e sonhos'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-2162813388584416589</id><published>2008-05-02T16:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:42:45.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo</title><content type='html'>Poeminha escrito por mim, prá mim, sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que planejei&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que senti&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que vivi&lt;br /&gt;Era prá você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que fiz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que escrevi&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que falei&lt;br /&gt;Era prá você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que planejo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que vivo&lt;br /&gt;Agora é prá mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que sou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que amo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que faço&lt;br /&gt;Agora é prá mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não és mais tu&lt;br /&gt;Agora sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Macy Gray - Finally Made me Happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-2162813388584416589?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/2162813388584416589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=2162813388584416589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2162813388584416589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/2162813388584416589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/tudo.html' title='Tudo'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-6272992976918746922</id><published>2008-05-02T09:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:04:23.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cativo</title><content type='html'>"- Vem brincar comigo, propôs o principezinho. Estou tão triste...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Eu não posso brincar contigo, disse a raposa. não me cativaram ainda.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Ah! desculpa, disse o principezinho.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Após uma reflexão, acrescentou:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Que quer dizer 'cativar'?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Tu não és daqui, disse a raposa. Que procuras?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Procuro os homens, disse o principezinho. Que quer dizer 'cativar'?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Os homens, disse a raposa, têm fuzis e caçam. É bem incômodo! Criam galinhas também. É a única coisa interessante que fazem. Tu procuras galinhas?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Não, disse o principezinho. Eu procuro amigos. Que quer dizer 'cativar'?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- É uma coisa muito esquecida, disse a raposa. Significa 'criar laços...'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Criar laços?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Exatamente, disse a raposa. Tu não és para mim senão um garoto inteiramente igual a cem mil outros garotos. E eu não tenho necessidade de ti. E tu não tens também necessidade de mim. Não passo a teus olhos de uma raposa igual a cem mil outras raposas. Mas, se tu me cativas, nós teremos necessidade um do outro. Serás para mim único no mundo. E eu serei para ti única no mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A raposa calou-se e considerou por muito tempo o príncipe:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Por favor... cativa-me! disse ela.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Bem quisera, disse o principezinho, mas eu não tenho muito tempo. Tenho amigos a descobrir e muitas coisas a conhecer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- A gente só conhece bem as coisas que cativou, disse a raposa. Os homens não têm mais tempo de conhecer alguma coisa. Compram tudo prontinho nas lojas. Mas como não existem lojas de amigos, os homens não têm mais amigos. Se tu queres um amigo, cativa-me!" | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca li O Pequeno Príncipe. O Léo que me mostrou ontem essa parte do livro. Muita linda, e muito verdadeira. Preciso de ler esse livro completo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Donna Summer - Love's Unkind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-6272992976918746922?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/6272992976918746922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=6272992976918746922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6272992976918746922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/6272992976918746922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/cativo.html' title='Cativo'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-3353775385041516564</id><published>2008-05-01T11:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:07:59.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>Tive um sonho hoje. Um devaneio enorme. Algo praticamente impossível. Algo que acabou tem semana. Acordei querendo que fosse verdade, mas não era. Queria continuar naquele sonho por dias, semanas, meses, anos a fio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acordei. E não fiquei desapontado. Não fiquei desiludido por ser apenas um "mind trick". Meu coração não ficou prá morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim a vida vai indo. Decepções, pés-na-bunda, desilusões. E a gente vai indo também. Dança de acordo com a música. Atualmente tô no sambinha, quase descambando pro "tum-ti-tum-ti". Mas aí vai tá bom também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Roberta Sá - Pelas Tabelas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-3353775385041516564?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/3353775385041516564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=3353775385041516564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3353775385041516564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/3353775385041516564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/05/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>. Nando .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187884559914369459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371026816364029761.post-7674802480421569239</id><published>2008-04-30T00:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:20:25.284-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim do carnaval</title><content type='html'>"A luz apaga porque já raiou o dia&lt;br /&gt;E a fantasia vai voltar pro barracão&lt;br /&gt;Outra ilusão desaparece quarta-feira&lt;br /&gt;Queira ou não queira terminou o carnaval"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A última ala do meu carnaval pessoal passou. Minha escola de samba se foi. Ainda não sei avaliar se foi bom ou se foi ruim o desempenho da minha escola de samba. Não quero notas de juízes, notas dos outros. Quero apenas o tempo para me dizer isso. Quero apenas o tempo para levantar as porta-bandeiras, os mestres salas e os reis momos espalhados pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E olha que engraçado. Minha ilusão acabou quarta-feira também. Ai, essa música é MINHA! " A gente ri, a gente chora e comemora um novo amor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Roberta Sá - Samba de Um Minuto (que tem 4:34 minutos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371026816364029761-7674802480421569239?l=blogquase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/feeds/7674802480421569239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371026816364029761&amp;postID=7674802480421569239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7674802480421569239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371026816364029761/posts/default/7674802480421569239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogquase.blogspot.com/2008/04/fim-do-carnaval.html' title='Fim do carnaval'/><author><name>. 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