<?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-132906257236529270</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:41:05.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>idéias e versos</title><subtitle type='html'>Como diz meu amigo chileno, "a regra é não ter regras..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-1369321825966718175</id><published>2011-09-13T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:25:45.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que será (a flor da pele)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXqrJDteFKo/Tm_KUc5k_uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rwCnoqWgmi0/s1600/01_partitura-o-que-sera-%2528a-flor-da-terra%2529-chico-buarque_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXqrJDteFKo/Tm_KUc5k_uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rwCnoqWgmi0/s200/01_partitura-o-que-sera-%2528a-flor-da-terra%2529-chico-buarque_grande.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651958510077148898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que será que me dá&lt;br /&gt;Que me bole por dentro, será que me dá&lt;br /&gt;Que brota à flor da pele, será que me dá&lt;br /&gt;E que me sobe às faces e me faz corar&lt;br /&gt;E que me salta aos olhos a me atraiçoar&lt;br /&gt;E que me aperta o peito e me faz confessar&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem mais jeito de dissimular&lt;br /&gt;E que nem é direito ninguém recusar&lt;br /&gt;E que me faz mendigo, me faz suplicar&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem medida, nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem remédio, nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem receita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será que será&lt;br /&gt;Que dá dentro da gente e que não devia&lt;br /&gt;Que desacata a gente, que é revelia&lt;br /&gt;Que é feito uma aguardente que não sacia&lt;br /&gt;Que é feito estar doente de uma folia&lt;br /&gt;Que nem dez mandamentos vão conciliar&lt;br /&gt;Nem todos os ungüentos vão aliviar&lt;br /&gt;Nem todos os quebrantos, toda alquimia&lt;br /&gt;Que nem todos os santos, será que será&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem descanso, nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem cansaço, nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem limite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será que me dá&lt;br /&gt;Que me queima por dentro, será que me dá&lt;br /&gt;Que me perturba o sono, será que me dá&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os tremores me vêm agitar&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os ardores me vêm atiçar&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os suores me vêm encharcar&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os meus nervos estão a rogar&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os meus órgãos estão a clamar&lt;br /&gt;E uma aflição medonha me faz implorar&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem vergonha, nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem governo, nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem juízo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1369321825966718175?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1369321825966718175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-que-sera-flor-da-pele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1369321825966718175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1369321825966718175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-que-sera-flor-da-pele.html' title='O que será (a flor da pele)'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-rXqrJDteFKo/Tm_KUc5k_uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rwCnoqWgmi0/s72-c/01_partitura-o-que-sera-%2528a-flor-da-terra%2529-chico-buarque_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-1061444742503102714</id><published>2011-08-20T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:07:54.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojalá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWsGD6E3Y8c/TlAwMtyiU5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/nnb5fXgEURs/s1600/silvsio.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWsGD6E3Y8c/TlAwMtyiU5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/nnb5fXgEURs/s200/silvsio.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643063328103355282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ojalá que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan&lt;br /&gt;para que no las puedas convertir en cristal.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que la lluvia deje de ser milagro que baja por tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que la luna pueda salir sin tí.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que la tierra no te bese los pasos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ojalá se te acabé la mirada constante,&lt;br /&gt;la palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto:&lt;br /&gt;una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre&lt;br /&gt;en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones:&lt;br /&gt;ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ojalá que la aurora no dé gritos que caigan en mi espalda.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que tu nombre se le olvide a esa voz.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá las paredes no retengan tu ruido de camino cansado.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que el deseo se vaya tras de tí,&lt;br /&gt;a tu viejo gobierno de difuntos y flores."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;small&gt;De: Silvio Rodriguez&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1061444742503102714?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1061444742503102714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/ojala.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1061444742503102714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1061444742503102714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/ojala.html' title='Ojalá'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-UWsGD6E3Y8c/TlAwMtyiU5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/nnb5fXgEURs/s72-c/silvsio.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-944761521106038001</id><published>2011-08-11T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T16:03:40.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAohqpN3xEE/TkRfstCwyKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZtmxlnXRvmE/s1600/DSC06290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAohqpN3xEE/TkRfstCwyKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZtmxlnXRvmE/s200/DSC06290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639737854984767650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Há um grande silêncio que está sempre à escuta...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E a gente se poe a dizer inquietantemente qualquer coisa, qualquer coisa, seja o que for,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;desde a corriqueira dúvida sobre se chove ou não chove hoje&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;até tua dúvida metafísica, Hamleto!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E, por todo o sempre, enquanto a gente fala, fala, fala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;o silêncio escuta...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e cala."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-944761521106038001?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/944761521106038001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/944761521106038001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/944761521106038001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-silencio.html' title='O silêncio'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-uAohqpN3xEE/TkRfstCwyKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZtmxlnXRvmE/s72-c/DSC06290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-6870848076766397160</id><published>2011-07-31T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T16:53:23.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPq_0PgtEbU/TjXqzn0iH6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/733TdARTMKo/s1600/21gramas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPq_0PgtEbU/TjXqzn0iH6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/733TdARTMKo/s200/21gramas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635668681307594658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Quantas vidas vivemos? Quantas vezes morremos? Dizem que todos nós perdemos 21 gramas no momento exato de nossa morte. Todos. Quanto cabe em 21 gramas? Quanto é perdido? Quando perdemos 21 gramas? Quanto se vai com eles? Quanto é ganho? Quanto é ganho? 21 gramas. O peso de cinco moedas de cinco centavos, o peso de um beija-flor. Uma barra de chocolate. Quanto pesam 21 gramas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro González Iñarritu (Da Triologia do Caos - 21 grams)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-6870848076766397160?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6870848076766397160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/quantas-vidas-vivemos-quantas-vezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6870848076766397160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6870848076766397160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/quantas-vidas-vivemos-quantas-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-BPq_0PgtEbU/TjXqzn0iH6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/733TdARTMKo/s72-c/21gramas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5049671725504281633</id><published>2011-07-31T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T16:44:39.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não adianta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxmYhY1u-vY/TjXo3qJd0GI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Pq-pVeIGLhY/s1600/MartinRoemers_metropolis_kolkata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxmYhY1u-vY/TjXo3qJd0GI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Pq-pVeIGLhY/s200/MartinRoemers_metropolis_kolkata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635666551628484706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Não adianta,&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta nada ver a banda,&lt;br /&gt;Tocando "A Banda" em frente da varanda,&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta o mar,&lt;br /&gt;E nem a sua dor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Não adianta,&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta o bonde, a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;E nem voltar um dia a ser criança,&lt;br /&gt;O sonho acabou,&lt;br /&gt;E o que adiantou?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Não tenho pressa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho um preço,&lt;br /&gt;E todos tem um preço,&lt;br /&gt;E tenho um canto,&lt;br /&gt;Um velho endereço,&lt;br /&gt;O resto é com vocês,&lt;br /&gt;O resto não tem vez.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O que importa,&lt;br /&gt;É que já não me importa, o que importa,&lt;br /&gt;É que ninguém bateu em minha porta,&lt;br /&gt;É que ninguém morreu,&lt;br /&gt;ninguém morreu por mim.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Não quero nada,&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo nada, que não tenho nada,&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho o que me falta e o que me basta,&lt;br /&gt;No mais é ficar só,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ficar só.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Não adianta,&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta, que não adianta,&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso, que não é preciso,&lt;br /&gt;Então pra que chorar?&lt;br /&gt;Então pra que chorar?&lt;br /&gt;Quem está no fogo, está pra se queimar,&lt;br /&gt;Então pra que chorar?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sérgio Sampaio, compadre de Raul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5049671725504281633?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5049671725504281633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-adianta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5049671725504281633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5049671725504281633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-adianta.html' title='Não adianta'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-HxmYhY1u-vY/TjXo3qJd0GI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Pq-pVeIGLhY/s72-c/MartinRoemers_metropolis_kolkata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-9039205804690035178</id><published>2011-07-31T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:00:05.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can work it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6iRnuvR0-o/TjVt7m06OMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/B9ATV1hq1ZE/s1600/beatles-band-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6iRnuvR0-o/TjVt7m06OMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/B9ATV1hq1ZE/s200/beatles-band-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635531379526219970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Try to see it my way&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;While you see it your way&lt;br /&gt;Run the risk of knowing&lt;br /&gt;that our love may soon be gone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We can work it out&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out&lt;br /&gt;Think of what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;You can get it wrong&lt;br /&gt;And still you think that it's all right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Think of what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out&lt;br /&gt;and get it straight or say goodnight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We can work it out&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life is very short&lt;br /&gt;and there's no time&lt;br /&gt;for fussing and fighting,my friend&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have always thought&lt;br /&gt;that it's a crime&lt;br /&gt;So I will ask you once again..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-9039205804690035178?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/9039205804690035178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-can-work-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/9039205804690035178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/9039205804690035178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-can-work-it-out.html' title='We can work it out'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-M6iRnuvR0-o/TjVt7m06OMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/B9ATV1hq1ZE/s72-c/beatles-band-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-981392934964663860</id><published>2011-07-30T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T12:53:12.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoqfpyB87aY/TjRhHT4I_TI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Dsll8VPq7nc/s1600/imagem%2Bceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoqfpyB87aY/TjRhHT4I_TI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Dsll8VPq7nc/s200/imagem%2Bceu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635235811970055474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Canto uma canção bonita,&lt;br /&gt;Falando da vida, em 'Ré maior'.&lt;br /&gt;Canto uma canção daquela&lt;br /&gt;De filosofia,&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo bem melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto uma canção que agüente&lt;br /&gt;Essa paulada, e a gente&lt;br /&gt;Bate o pé no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Canto uma canção daquela&lt;br /&gt;Pula da janela&lt;br /&gt;Bate o pé no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem o compromisso estreito&lt;br /&gt;De falar perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Coerente ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Sem o verso estilizado,&lt;br /&gt;O verso emocionado&lt;br /&gt;Bate o pé no chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje quem não cantaria&lt;br /&gt;Grita a poesia&lt;br /&gt;E bate o pé no chão!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-981392934964663860?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/981392934964663860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/intuicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/981392934964663860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/981392934964663860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/intuicao.html' title='Intuição'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-GoqfpyB87aY/TjRhHT4I_TI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Dsll8VPq7nc/s72-c/imagem%2Bceu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-3979805820636941652</id><published>2011-07-26T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:52:33.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzT7H1WpP0A/Ti9TLS6RaqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wsFPHcO-dY0/s1600/jbjrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzT7H1WpP0A/Ti9TLS6RaqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wsFPHcO-dY0/s200/jbjrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633813112383695522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hey, man it's been awhile do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;When I hit the streets I was 17 a little wild, a little green&lt;br /&gt;I've been up and down and in between&lt;br /&gt;After all these years and miles and memories&lt;br /&gt;I'm still chasing dreams, but I ain't lookin' over my shoulder&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I like the bed i'm sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;It's just like me its broken in&lt;br /&gt;It's not old, just older&lt;br /&gt;Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;This skin I'm in its alright with me&lt;br /&gt;It's not old, just older&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's good to see your face&lt;br /&gt;You ain't no worse for wear&lt;br /&gt;Breathing that California air&lt;br /&gt;When we took on the world&lt;br /&gt;we were young and brave&lt;br /&gt;We got secrets that we'll take to the grave&lt;br /&gt;And were standing here shoulder to shoulder&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm not old enough to sing the blues&lt;br /&gt;But I wore the holes in the soles of these shoes&lt;br /&gt;You can roll the dice 'till they call your bluff&lt;br /&gt;But you can't win until you're not afraid to lose, yeah&lt;/p&gt; Well, I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate what I see&lt;br /&gt;There's a few more lines staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;Now the nights have grown a little bit colder&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, I gotta run&lt;br /&gt;You take care&lt;br /&gt;If you see coach T, tell him i've cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;I kept my faith&lt;br /&gt;I still believe I'm just... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-3979805820636941652?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3979805820636941652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-older.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3979805820636941652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3979805820636941652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-older.html' title='Just Older'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-KzT7H1WpP0A/Ti9TLS6RaqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wsFPHcO-dY0/s72-c/jbjrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4120860340074567333</id><published>2011-07-19T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T16:57:14.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ia4UJdYQzUQ/TiYZuApkVhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BZoa0-P0vh4/s1600/out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ia4UJdYQzUQ/TiYZuApkVhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BZoa0-P0vh4/s200/out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631216662312408594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A vida é louca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a vida é uma sarabanda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é um corrupio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida múltipla dá-se as mãos como um bando  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de raparigas em flor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e está cantando em torno a ti: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como eu sou bela amor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entra em mim, como em uma tela de Renoir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enquanto é primavera, enquanto o mundo não poluir o azul                  do ar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não vás ficar não vás ficar aí... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como um salso chorando na beira do rio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(Como a vida é bela! como a vida é louca!) "&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4120860340074567333?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4120860340074567333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/cancao-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4120860340074567333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4120860340074567333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/cancao-da-vida.html' title='Canção da Vida'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-ia4UJdYQzUQ/TiYZuApkVhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BZoa0-P0vh4/s72-c/out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7437983889207818329</id><published>2011-07-05T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:26:34.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's the only rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bsv9MyKkYEU/ThOdeF_8k0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/NBLAnx8Ke-8/s1600/246948_10150210744712000_7220821999_7529894_3091262_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bsv9MyKkYEU/ThOdeF_8k0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/NBLAnx8Ke-8/s200/246948_10150210744712000_7220821999_7529894_3091262_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626013499847906114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I don't give a damn how it's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;That might work for you, it don't work for me&lt;br /&gt;You write your truth and I'll write mine&lt;br /&gt;One man's ceiling's another man's sky high&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Flying like an aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Crying like the lonely whistle of a long black train&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Spit in the eye of a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Who said life's got to be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Love's the only rule&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's written in the stars where I fit in&lt;br /&gt;It's going to hurt sometimes, you got to lose to win&lt;br /&gt;You got your sins and I got mine&lt;br /&gt;Sell your secrets, kiss them all goodbye&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Flying like an aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Alive like a lonely note from John Coltrane&lt;br /&gt;Run like it's a getaway&lt;br /&gt;Say those things that you shouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, wouldn't it be cool?&lt;br /&gt;Love's the only rule&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Might be a wrecking ball&lt;br /&gt;Or just a wake up call&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter where the pieces fall.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JBJ Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-7437983889207818329?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7437983889207818329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/loves-only-rule.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7437983889207818329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7437983889207818329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/loves-only-rule.html' title='Love&apos;s the only rule'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-Bsv9MyKkYEU/ThOdeF_8k0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/NBLAnx8Ke-8/s72-c/246948_10150210744712000_7220821999_7529894_3091262_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-3370311048517843839</id><published>2011-06-30T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:04:41.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã Colorido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Il-avfqVbRs/TgzylJZMGKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bP6l2KADb6o/s1600/Duka2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Il-avfqVbRs/TgzylJZMGKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bP6l2KADb6o/s200/Duka2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624136754669557922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Olha a luz que brilha de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Saiba quanto tempo estive aqui&lt;br /&gt;Esperando pra te ver sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder seguir&lt;br /&gt;Lembre que hoje vai ter pôr do Sol&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça o que falei sobre sair&lt;br /&gt;Corra muito além da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E corra, corra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Não desista de quem desistiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Do amor que move tudo aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Jogue bola, cante uma canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Aperte a minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Quebre o pé, descubra um ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Saiba que é preciso amar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Não esqueça que estarei aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E corra, corra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo espelho&lt;br /&gt;A vida vai passar&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo está no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Olha a luz que brilha de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Saiba quanto tempo estive aqui&lt;br /&gt;Esperando pra te ver sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder seguir&lt;br /&gt;Lembre que hoje vai ter pôr do Sol&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça o que falei sobre sair&lt;br /&gt;Corra muito além da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E corra, corra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Azul,&lt;/span&gt; vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pelo espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A vida vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E o tempo está no pensamento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Duca Leindecker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-3370311048517843839?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3370311048517843839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/amanha-colorido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3370311048517843839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3370311048517843839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/amanha-colorido.html' title='Amanhã Colorido'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-Il-avfqVbRs/TgzylJZMGKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bP6l2KADb6o/s72-c/Duka2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-8971629810576007849</id><published>2011-06-23T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T07:10:31.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizontes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFlxqkM2N18/TgNI9Xkr_iI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HTR10gRDS7Q/s1600/Porto601737_89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 62px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFlxqkM2N18/TgNI9Xkr_iI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HTR10gRDS7Q/s200/Porto601737_89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621416979025624610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"Há muito tempo que ando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Nas ruas de um porto não muito alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;E que no entanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Me traz encantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;E um pôr-de-sol lhe traduz em versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;De seguir livre muitos caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Arando terras, provando vinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;De ter idéias de liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;De ver amor em todas idades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Nasci chorando, moinhos de vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Subir no bonde, descer correndo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;A boa funda de goiabeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Jogar bulita, pular fogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sessenta e quatro, sessenta e seis, sessenta e oito um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;mau tempo talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Anos setenta não deu pra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;E nos oitenta não vou me perder por ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;não vou me perder por ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;não vou me perder por ai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Letras: Elaine Geissler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-8971629810576007849?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8971629810576007849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/horizontes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8971629810576007849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8971629810576007849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/horizontes.html' title='Horizontes'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-bFlxqkM2N18/TgNI9Xkr_iI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HTR10gRDS7Q/s72-c/Porto601737_89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-3113097066701452883</id><published>2011-06-11T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:56:27.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan Baez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-552-iH0yYxg/TfPkb6rla5I/AAAAAAAAANs/y3Ql2C1ERoM/s1600/contentsflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 68px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-552-iH0yYxg/TfPkb6rla5I/AAAAAAAAANs/y3Ql2C1ERoM/s200/contentsflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617084328520805266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores pelo caminho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-3113097066701452883?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3113097066701452883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/joan-baez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3113097066701452883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3113097066701452883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/joan-baez.html' title='Joan Baez'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-552-iH0yYxg/TfPkb6rla5I/AAAAAAAAANs/y3Ql2C1ERoM/s72-c/contentsflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7818123332805357379</id><published>2011-06-07T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:30:19.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinelos na Areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uC4-UtaRlvQ/Te6lxRSMMsI/AAAAAAAAANc/ngtjkIDOqtA/s1600/ferias2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uC4-UtaRlvQ/Te6lxRSMMsI/AAAAAAAAANc/ngtjkIDOqtA/s200/ferias2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615608051249459906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não tive medo de fracassar na vida. Isso não! Eu sempre me senti o  próprio fracasso. Seria desnecessário me assombrar. Restava-me não ser  descoberto com facilidade. Fingi que escutava, que estava presente, que  me interessava pela minha história. &lt;p&gt;No fundo, não contei com outra alternativa. Acreditei em mim porque  ninguém iria acreditar em meu lugar. Como desejava que algum colega  tivesse feito o difícil trabalho de confiar em mim e me dado um pouco de  folga. Queria dizer “cuide de minha vida, que já volto”, assim como  quem deixa um par de chinelos na areia para mergulhar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Apartar-me um pouco da briga louca que é provar a todo momento que  tenho sentido. Desde que nasci, não encontrei descanso, sujeito a perder  a qualquer instante o respeito. Receio de perder os irmãos, os pais, a  mulher, os filhos, os amigos. Perder a chance de ser lembrado. Perder a  si por incompetência, já que não me ensinaram a ser o Fabrício(*).  Deram-me um nome e me acostumei a atender os chamados para aplacar a  fome e a sede. Não tive mérito, um cão faria o mesmo por necessidade.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A solidão foi o meu caráter. Descobri que não é se matando que me  tornarei importante em minha vida. Não é me abandonando que me tornarei  importante em minha vida. Não é fugindo que me tornarei importante em  minha vida. É amando o que me faltava amar: eu. Ali, escondido, mirrado,  o menino que gostaria de ter sardas e ser ruivo, que passava horas  sozinho para não ser obrigado a interromper o assobio. Não sou de  chorar. Quando estremeço, sou de abraçar, de costas para as lágrimas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nasci sem expectativas. Não diria que conformado, que nunca fui. Mas é  como se estivesse em desvantagem. Demoro para aprender. Eu tentava, mas  um pensamento ficava atrás, saía do ritmo e não havia como buscar a  turma depois. Consentia com a cabeça para não atrapalhar a lição. Não  aceitava abandonar pensamentos de repente enquanto todos se apressavam  em anunciar resultados. Não sobrei em casa, careci. Durmo até hoje  encolhido. Achava a cama de solteiro espaçosa. Batia-me a culpa por  desperdiçá-la. Um degrau me contentaria.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Raramente consigo me recordar da infância. Meus três anos? Meus  quatro anos? Meus cinco anos? Só com hipnose e ainda duvido. Escrevo não  por excesso de memória, pela fartura de vivência e aventura, e sim pela  precariedade dela. Anoto compromissos em agendas antigas, atrasado em  preencher os dias em que não vivi. Invento lembranças para não parecer  tão à toa e de passagem por aqui. Tão a esmo. Tão vadio. Ser processado  por desviver e povoar um nome sem propósito e ambição. Faço um esforço  para me mostrar ocupado, que nenhum emprego me faria suar dessa forma.  Nas redações escolares, odiava temas como “conte-me suas férias”. Era  capaz de plagiar os alegres veraneios da menina ao lado. Minhas mentiras  são necessárias pelo simples fato de que não existem recordações para  substitui-las. Em apuros, tomo a memória de meus irmãos como se fosse  minha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Amadurecer é não estar preparado. Quem afirma o contrário envelheceu antes de amadurecer."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;por Fabrício Carpinejar, retirado do livro Borralheiro,  2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adoro esse texto  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-7818123332805357379?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7818123332805357379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/chinelos-na-areia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7818123332805357379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7818123332805357379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/chinelos-na-areia.html' title='Chinelos na Areia'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-uC4-UtaRlvQ/Te6lxRSMMsI/AAAAAAAAANc/ngtjkIDOqtA/s72-c/ferias2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7048343761666455211</id><published>2011-06-03T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:30:42.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As estrelas (Olavo Bilac)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7ZeelpZWbo/Tel8k2ZtbiI/AAAAAAAAANU/HaptekDXg0c/s1600/Estrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7ZeelpZWbo/Tel8k2ZtbiI/AAAAAAAAANU/HaptekDXg0c/s200/Estrelas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614155383014518306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Quando a noite cais, fica à janela,&lt;br /&gt;E contempla o infinito firmamento!&lt;br /&gt;Vê que planície fulgurante e bela!&lt;br /&gt;Vê que deslumbramento!&lt;br /&gt;Olha a primeira estrela que aparece&lt;br /&gt;Além, naquele ponto do horizonte ...&lt;br /&gt;Brilha, trêmula e vívida...  Parece&lt;br /&gt;Um farol sobre o píncaro do monte.&lt;br /&gt;Com o crescer da treva,&lt;br /&gt;Quantas estrelas vão aparecendo!&lt;br /&gt;De momento em momento, uma se eleva,&lt;br /&gt;E outras em torno dela vão nascendo.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas agora! ...  Vê!  Noite fechada ...&lt;br /&gt;Quem poderá contar tantas estrelas?&lt;br /&gt;Toda a abóbada esta iluminada:&lt;br /&gt;E o olhar se perde, e cansa-se de vê-las&lt;br /&gt;Surgem novas estrelas imprevistas&lt;br /&gt;Inda outras mais despontam ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, acima das últimas avistas,&lt;br /&gt;Há milhões e milhões que não se contam ...&lt;br /&gt;Baixa a fronte e medita:&lt;br /&gt;— Como, sendo tão grande na vaidade,&lt;br /&gt;Diante desta abóbada infinita&lt;br /&gt;É pequenina e fraca a humanidade!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-7048343761666455211?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7048343761666455211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-estrelas-olavo-bilac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7048343761666455211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7048343761666455211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-estrelas-olavo-bilac.html' title='As estrelas (Olavo Bilac)'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-I7ZeelpZWbo/Tel8k2ZtbiI/AAAAAAAAANU/HaptekDXg0c/s72-c/Estrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-6887196764106344811</id><published>2011-05-28T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:44:33.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contravento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiGxay-Wsyw/TeFsuU3bEDI/AAAAAAAAANA/bjWlhgT4XSE/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiGxay-Wsyw/TeFsuU3bEDI/AAAAAAAAANA/bjWlhgT4XSE/s200/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611886153811300402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" class="fr0"&gt;"Assovia o vento dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Estou despido. Dono de nada, dono de ninguém, nem mesmo dono de minhas  certezas, sou minha cara contra o vento, a contravento, e sou o vento  que bate em minha cara."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" class="fr0"&gt;Eduardo Galeano&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/eduardo_galeano/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-6887196764106344811?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6887196764106344811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/contravento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6887196764106344811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6887196764106344811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/contravento.html' title='Contravento'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-QiGxay-Wsyw/TeFsuU3bEDI/AAAAAAAAANA/bjWlhgT4XSE/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-6219463374332474233</id><published>2011-05-21T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T09:25:56.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guimarães Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixqz1vT8nnA/TdfnV6XLr7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/x_vFYYv2IP8/s1600/Amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixqz1vT8nnA/TdfnV6XLr7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/x_vFYYv2IP8/s200/Amizade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609206224543002546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"O correr da vida embrulha tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A vida é assim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esquenta e esfria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aperta e daí afrouxa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sossega e depois desinquieta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O que ela quer da gente é coragem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-6219463374332474233?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6219463374332474233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-correr-da-vida-embrulha-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6219463374332474233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6219463374332474233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-correr-da-vida-embrulha-tudo.html' title='Guimarães Rosa'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-Ixqz1vT8nnA/TdfnV6XLr7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/x_vFYYv2IP8/s72-c/Amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-2886001574247764658</id><published>2011-05-10T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:48:51.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-YY_0POjRc/TcnAFeJzI0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/KiupBJJrmQc/s1600/Beijo%2BGustav%2BKlimt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-YY_0POjRc/TcnAFeJzI0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/KiupBJJrmQc/s200/Beijo%2BGustav%2BKlimt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605222411465335618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Quando o teu desejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;como vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;por mim passa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;desencadeia o melhor dos vendavais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Basta um beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;como alento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;e logo se desenlaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;a vontade de mais... e mais... e mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Quando, com um beijo, tocas a minha pele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;és como labareda e eu, folha de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ateias-me o corpo e incendeias-me a alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;para, depois, seres o rio que tudo acalma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Anonimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Foto: O beijo,  Gustav Klimt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2886001574247764658?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2886001574247764658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-o-teu-desejo-como-vento-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2886001574247764658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2886001574247764658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-o-teu-desejo-como-vento-por-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-H-YY_0POjRc/TcnAFeJzI0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/KiupBJJrmQc/s72-c/Beijo%2BGustav%2BKlimt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-1216123447590490931</id><published>2011-05-10T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:43:19.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"É verdade que algumas desglórias me caíram em cima, na forma de fracassos, nas lutas que travei, em vão, para salvar os índios, para escolarizar os brasileiros, para reformar o Brasil. Também provei  desgostos do não-reconhecimento de méritos meus que guardo no peito e cobro. Alguns desses dissabores me magoaram. São dores que ainda me doem. Suportáveis, mil vezes pior fora não tê-las sofrido, por não haver optado, nem ousado, nem lutado. Não mereço o inferno dos indiferentes."&lt;br /&gt;Darcy Ribeiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1216123447590490931?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1216123447590490931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-verdade-que-algumas-desglorias-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1216123447590490931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1216123447590490931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-verdade-que-algumas-desglorias-me.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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-132906257236529270.post-3271932909088227813</id><published>2011-05-07T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:57:06.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKjRN8Ws-Js/TcWj4CJ0qPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GcYPbeySrko/s1600/method_paulo_freire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKjRN8Ws-Js/TcWj4CJ0qPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GcYPbeySrko/s200/method_paulo_freire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604065494378522866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O mundo não é,&lt;br /&gt;ele está sendo."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paulo Freire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-3271932909088227813?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3271932909088227813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-mundo-nao-e-ele-esta-sendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3271932909088227813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3271932909088227813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-mundo-nao-e-ele-esta-sendo.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-xKjRN8Ws-Js/TcWj4CJ0qPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GcYPbeySrko/s72-c/method_paulo_freire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-6296196990661114750</id><published>2011-05-03T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:22:12.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem Para Uma Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV8-oOD6IBE/TcBVw33dA8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/KvwUEeFBRTE/s1600/rs%2Bwallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV8-oOD6IBE/TcBVw33dA8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/KvwUEeFBRTE/s200/rs%2Bwallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602572234567517122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd_jxt-gVVA/TcBVX5nCKRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/upEOlmMCemg/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Fruto do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Somos os homens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos girassois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dos que mostram a cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E enorme as montanhas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não dizem nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incapaces los hombres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que hablam de todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sufrem callados"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raul Seixas/ Oscar Rasmunssem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-6296196990661114750?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6296196990661114750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/requiem-para-uma-flor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6296196990661114750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6296196990661114750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/05/requiem-para-uma-flor.html' title='Requiem Para Uma Flor'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-ZV8-oOD6IBE/TcBVw33dA8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/KvwUEeFBRTE/s72-c/rs%2Bwallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-8367071688298435227</id><published>2011-04-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:20:20.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias a la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0XCpSNBdWU/TbyLHRvNFyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yJHzKDpsz0o/s1600/violeta%2Bparra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0XCpSNBdWU/TbyLHRvNFyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yJHzKDpsz0o/s200/violeta%2Bparra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601504993678792482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me dio dos luceros que cuando los abro&lt;br /&gt;perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco&lt;br /&gt;y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado&lt;br /&gt;y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me ha dado el sonido y el abedecedario&lt;br /&gt;con él las palabras que pienso y declaro&lt;br /&gt;madre amigo hermano y luz alumbrando,&lt;br /&gt;la ruta del alma del que estoy amando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados&lt;br /&gt;con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos,&lt;br /&gt;playas y desiertos montañas y llanos&lt;br /&gt;y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me dio el corazón que agita su marco&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano,&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro al bueno tan lejos del malo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro al fondo de tus ojos claros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto,&lt;br /&gt;así yo distingo dicha de quebranto&lt;br /&gt;los dos materiales que forman mi canto&lt;br /&gt;y el canto de ustedes que es el mismo canto&lt;br /&gt;y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violeta Parra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-8367071688298435227?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8367071688298435227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/gracias-la-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8367071688298435227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8367071688298435227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/gracias-la-vida.html' title='Gracias a la vida'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-c0XCpSNBdWU/TbyLHRvNFyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yJHzKDpsz0o/s72-c/violeta%2Bparra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-6216511969636056179</id><published>2011-04-26T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:58:18.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxR9NfKxnBg/TbdOAXWW1EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/aJdVgbWC6jA/s1600/M%25C3%25A1rio-Quintana02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxR9NfKxnBg/TbdOAXWW1EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/aJdVgbWC6jA/s200/M%25C3%25A1rio-Quintana02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600030429833253954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="corpo" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Os poemas são pássaros que chegam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     não se sabe de onde e pousam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     no livro que lês.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     Quando fechas o livro, eles alçam vôo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     como de um alçapão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     Eles não têm pouso &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     nem porto; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     alimentam-se um instante em cada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     par de mãos e partem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     E olhas, então, essas tuas mãos vazias,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     no maravilhado espanto de saberes &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                     que o alimento deles já estava em ti... "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;i&gt;Mario Quintana - Esconderijos do Tempo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="corpo" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-6216511969636056179?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6216511969636056179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/os-poemas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6216511969636056179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6216511969636056179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/os-poemas.html' title='Os Poemas'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-qxR9NfKxnBg/TbdOAXWW1EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/aJdVgbWC6jA/s72-c/M%25C3%25A1rio-Quintana02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-2982022931700623139</id><published>2011-04-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T18:53:46.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Radio Saved My Life Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4N5TXFM79Y/TbIxHZYc35I/AAAAAAAAAL4/1uO9E1dK1u8/s1600/teologia_musica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4N5TXFM79Y/TbIxHZYc35I/AAAAAAAAAL4/1uO9E1dK1u8/s200/teologia_musica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598591289917235090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I got something on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit depressed&lt;br /&gt;I try to blame it on the rain&lt;br /&gt;But it's in my heart I guess&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm feeling like a stranger&lt;br /&gt;When I drove to my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Past the site that was my boyhood home&lt;br /&gt;That place is long gone now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I realised, ain´t nothing what it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a song takes me to my memories&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Radio saved my life tonight&lt;br /&gt;Old song that the DJ played made me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Getting home by my dashboard lights&lt;br /&gt;Radio saved my life tonight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just this side of morning, just this side of dawn&lt;br /&gt;I walked so softly in to my bedroom, saw my wife sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;She whispered "Baby, are you okay? Have you been gone for long"&lt;br /&gt;I just kicked off my jeans and held her close&lt;br /&gt;I held her all night long&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tried to sleep, but in my mind I heard that song&lt;br /&gt;Like a friend in need, the melody keeps me hanging on"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2982022931700623139?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2982022931700623139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/radio-saved-my-life-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2982022931700623139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2982022931700623139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/radio-saved-my-life-tonight.html' title='The Radio Saved My Life Tonight'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-t4N5TXFM79Y/TbIxHZYc35I/AAAAAAAAAL4/1uO9E1dK1u8/s72-c/teologia_musica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-2003417340173099443</id><published>2011-04-17T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:41:25.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man on wire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DQj3e46XdM/TauWuuG0myI/AAAAAAAAALw/rs0LF_NO9UU/s1600/man%2Bon%2Bwire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DQj3e46XdM/TauWuuG0myI/AAAAAAAAALw/rs0LF_NO9UU/s200/man%2Bon%2Bwire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596732691332766498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2003417340173099443?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2003417340173099443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/man-on-wire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2003417340173099443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2003417340173099443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/man-on-wire.html' title='Man on wire'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-2DQj3e46XdM/TauWuuG0myI/AAAAAAAAALw/rs0LF_NO9UU/s72-c/man%2Bon%2Bwire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-9122153896439342751</id><published>2011-04-14T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:32:20.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Êxtase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRT8RNwOqwI/Tadnz1T6HqI/AAAAAAAAALo/G9aK3tIvh7Q/s1600/2001baby.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRT8RNwOqwI/Tadnz1T6HqI/AAAAAAAAALo/G9aK3tIvh7Q/s200/2001baby.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595555202212699810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Eu nem sonhava&lt;br /&gt;Te amar desse jeito&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nasceu novo sol&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quero acordar&lt;br /&gt;Te sentindo ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Viver o êxtase de ser amado&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a música&lt;br /&gt;Que eu canto agora&lt;br /&gt;Possa expressar&lt;br /&gt;O meu súbito amor...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Com sua ajuda&lt;br /&gt;Tranqüila e serena&lt;br /&gt;Vou aprendendo&lt;br /&gt;Que amar vale a pena...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Que essa amizade&lt;br /&gt;É tão gratificante&lt;br /&gt;Que esse diálogo&lt;br /&gt;É muito importante...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Espero que a música&lt;br /&gt;Que eu canto agora&lt;br /&gt;Possa expressar&lt;br /&gt;O meu súbito amor...&lt;/p&gt; Eu nem sonhava&lt;br /&gt;Te amar desse jeito...(5x)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Arantes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-9122153896439342751?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/9122153896439342751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/extase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/9122153896439342751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/9122153896439342751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/extase.html' title='Êxtase'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-nRT8RNwOqwI/Tadnz1T6HqI/AAAAAAAAALo/G9aK3tIvh7Q/s72-c/2001baby.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4904032493071383103</id><published>2011-04-10T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:38:36.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UntiL ThE EnD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUjMLKnvSl0/TaJNWkV7q7I/AAAAAAAAALg/NQ9kWboBloE/s1600/large_20071219-tom-morello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUjMLKnvSl0/TaJNWkV7q7I/AAAAAAAAALg/NQ9kWboBloE/s200/large_20071219-tom-morello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594118737255705522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one knows who gave the orders&lt;br /&gt;No one asks about the crime&lt;br /&gt;No one looks behind the curtain&lt;br /&gt;No one questions why&lt;br /&gt;The only time we've got&lt;br /&gt;Is right about now&lt;br /&gt;I cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;I take the vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never turn&lt;br /&gt;I'll never bend&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you now&lt;br /&gt;Until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the test&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the time&lt;br /&gt;I am the punishment&lt;br /&gt;That fits the crime&lt;br /&gt;I'll break the bricks&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick the locks&lt;br /&gt;I don't got nothin'&lt;br /&gt;But I'll give what I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten trials whose outcomes&lt;br /&gt;All fixed from the start&lt;br /&gt;Nine judges sitting counting&lt;br /&gt;Their money in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Eight towers of iron&lt;br /&gt;Surround the desert town&lt;br /&gt;On a cold December morning&lt;br /&gt;Seven martyrs knocked them down&lt;br /&gt;Six fathers still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For their six sons to come home&lt;br /&gt;Five mothers who know better&lt;br /&gt;And accept that they're gone&lt;br /&gt;Four years I've been hunted&lt;br /&gt;Still I breathe free&lt;br /&gt;Three times I shot the sheriff&lt;br /&gt;And did not spare the deputy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two prayers I'm praying&lt;br /&gt;Until we're together&lt;br /&gt;One promise I'm keeping&lt;br /&gt;Tonight and forever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oI5BPg47hU"&gt;By Tom Morello, The Nightwatchman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4904032493071383103?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4904032493071383103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/until-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4904032493071383103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4904032493071383103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/until-end.html' title='UntiL ThE EnD'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-pUjMLKnvSl0/TaJNWkV7q7I/AAAAAAAAALg/NQ9kWboBloE/s72-c/large_20071219-tom-morello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-1789952015897260186</id><published>2011-04-10T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T07:14:47.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da violência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J08179in_EE/TaG7OKEPjvI/AAAAAAAAALY/A0mGlHnyXys/s1600/margens-do-rio-cc417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J08179in_EE/TaG7OKEPjvI/AAAAAAAAALY/A0mGlHnyXys/s200/margens-do-rio-cc417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593958064065580786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do rio que tudo arrasta se&lt;br /&gt;diz que é violento&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém diz violentas as&lt;br /&gt;margens que o comprimem"&lt;br /&gt;Bertolt Brecht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1789952015897260186?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1789952015897260186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/da-violencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1789952015897260186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1789952015897260186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/da-violencia.html' title='Da violência'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-J08179in_EE/TaG7OKEPjvI/AAAAAAAAALY/A0mGlHnyXys/s72-c/margens-do-rio-cc417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7826862161606580882</id><published>2011-04-10T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T07:06:54.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EgsMV8jLA4/TaG5Q3Kk1fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/i3pW5BU9qj8/s1600/escher%2Bmanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EgsMV8jLA4/TaG5Q3Kk1fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/i3pW5BU9qj8/s200/escher%2Bmanos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593955911508219378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Why should my fun have to end?&lt;br /&gt;For me it's only the beginning&lt;br /&gt;I see my friends begin to age&lt;br /&gt;A short countdown to what end&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Call me irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;Call me habitual&lt;br /&gt;But when you think of me&lt;br /&gt;Do you fill your head with schemes&lt;br /&gt;Better think again&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one knows&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't want to cause no harm&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes my actions hurt&lt;br /&gt;Is there something I should find&lt;br /&gt;To make plans for forever&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Does it seem like all your memories fade&lt;br /&gt;You soak up knowledge to fill the space&lt;br /&gt;And still my answer remains...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuKqPuOJtOM"&gt;Green day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-7826862161606580882?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7826862161606580882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-one-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7826862161606580882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7826862161606580882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-one-knows.html' title='No one knows'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-2EgsMV8jLA4/TaG5Q3Kk1fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/i3pW5BU9qj8/s72-c/escher%2Bmanos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-8468094502614371154</id><published>2011-04-03T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:35:04.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paA3bhFE30A/TZjn3x9rh-I/AAAAAAAAALI/pDfUJB6MBdk/s1600/O%2Babra%25C3%25A7o%2Bde%2BGustav%2BKlimt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paA3bhFE30A/TZjn3x9rh-I/AAAAAAAAALI/pDfUJB6MBdk/s200/O%2Babra%25C3%25A7o%2Bde%2BGustav%2BKlimt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591473882871334882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O abraço, por Gustav Klimt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-8468094502614371154?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8468094502614371154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-abraco-por-gustav-klimt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8468094502614371154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8468094502614371154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-abraco-por-gustav-klimt.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-paA3bhFE30A/TZjn3x9rh-I/AAAAAAAAALI/pDfUJB6MBdk/s72-c/O%2Babra%25C3%25A7o%2Bde%2BGustav%2BKlimt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-2691881160142058449</id><published>2011-03-31T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:31:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to Nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ziK0xL_rfXU/TZTkYIbIpYI/AAAAAAAAALA/rX5RlLZNbc4/s1600/oozzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ziK0xL_rfXU/TZTkYIbIpYI/AAAAAAAAALA/rX5RlLZNbc4/s200/oozzzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344140702918018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"I was looking back on my life&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I've done to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for the answers&lt;br /&gt;I'm still searching for the key&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me&lt;br /&gt;It just won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I still find it all a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Could it be a dream?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The road to nowhere leads to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Through all the happiness and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd do it all again&lt;br /&gt;Live for today and not tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;It's still the road that never ends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me&lt;br /&gt;It just won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I still find it all a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Could it be a dream?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The road to nowhere leads to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ah, ah The road to nowhere's gonna pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah I hope we never have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I never want to live without you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me&lt;br /&gt;It just won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I still find it all a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Could it be a dream?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The road to nowhere leads to me..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;OZZYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2691881160142058449?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2691881160142058449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/road-to-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2691881160142058449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2691881160142058449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/road-to-nowhere.html' title='Road to Nowhere'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-ziK0xL_rfXU/TZTkYIbIpYI/AAAAAAAAALA/rX5RlLZNbc4/s72-c/oozzzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-314756673233253010</id><published>2011-03-25T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:22:53.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chove no Sul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vBYQQhJtkk/TY0xtBoxl8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/hdnHY9pHNVM/s1600/julio_reny_foto4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vBYQQhJtkk/TY0xtBoxl8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/hdnHY9pHNVM/s200/julio_reny_foto4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588177362239985602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Chove no sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E eu me pergunto se as gotas que caem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Choram por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Chove no sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aqui onde estou nesse momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;No pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Um dia cinzento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Me sinto em um filme francês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Acendo um cigarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Molhado de chuva e pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Se você soubesse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Que chove no sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E eu me pergunto pra onde foram as mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Se chove no sul lavando a calçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Onde passam tão apressadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Esses dias me lembram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Das pessoas que eu conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Vou beber um vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E secar minha capa molhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Se você soubesse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Que chove no sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Chove no sul..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Julio Reny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-314756673233253010?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/314756673233253010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/chove-no-sul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/314756673233253010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/314756673233253010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/chove-no-sul.html' title='Chove no Sul'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-8vBYQQhJtkk/TY0xtBoxl8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/hdnHY9pHNVM/s72-c/julio_reny_foto4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7704023640909532177</id><published>2011-03-24T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T14:24:05.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j29gxFhuvZw/TYu2Z5vqQ5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6k6x42SLVAg/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j29gxFhuvZw/TYu2Z5vqQ5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6k6x42SLVAg/s200/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587760318796940178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-7704023640909532177?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7704023640909532177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7704023640909532177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7704023640909532177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-j29gxFhuvZw/TYu2Z5vqQ5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6k6x42SLVAg/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-1951046433393311114</id><published>2011-03-16T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:29:38.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working on a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p94XEiyOXok"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTxxVlFdYQE/TYEdM5udMtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TUboH8MEM8s/s200/bruce_springsteen-working_on_a_dream-final_album_art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584777120407433938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I think of you and i'm working on a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now the cards i've drawn's a rough hand, darling&lt;br /&gt;I straighten the back and i'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes it feels so far away&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;And i know it will be mine someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rain pourin' down, i swing my hammer&lt;br /&gt;My hands are rough from working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Though trouble can feel like it's here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Well our love will chase trouble away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Though it can feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Our love will make it real someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The sun rise up, i climb the ladder&lt;br /&gt;The new day breaks and i'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1951046433393311114?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1951046433393311114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/working-on-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1951046433393311114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1951046433393311114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/working-on-dream.html' title='working on a dream'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-MTxxVlFdYQE/TYEdM5udMtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TUboH8MEM8s/s72-c/bruce_springsteen-working_on_a_dream-final_album_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5312715826091741091</id><published>2011-03-08T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:07:16.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujeres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcBsebL4AIg/TXa2dQDpAFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FEf800wJi4E/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcBsebL4AIg/TXa2dQDpAFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FEf800wJi4E/s200/011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581849401815007314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Me han estremecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;un montón de mujeres (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Pero lo que me ha estremecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;hasta perder casi el sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;son tus ojitos divinos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgjMh6xPiyE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Silvio Rodriguez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Dia 8 de março dia internacional da mulher"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5312715826091741091?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5312715826091741091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/mujeres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5312715826091741091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5312715826091741091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/mujeres.html' title='Mujeres'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-xcBsebL4AIg/TXa2dQDpAFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FEf800wJi4E/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5861628505070301625</id><published>2011-03-08T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T05:17:17.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ-zU2lGUHA/TXYryYcUADI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5uMzkOcMl5M/s1600/sollua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ-zU2lGUHA/TXYryYcUADI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5uMzkOcMl5M/s200/sollua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581696932726964274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Why in the world are we here&lt;br /&gt;Surely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;not to live in pain and fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we all shine on&lt;br /&gt;Like the moon and the stars and the sun..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2opHHNFd0Mg"&gt;John Lennon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5861628505070301625?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5861628505070301625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/instant-karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5861628505070301625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5861628505070301625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/instant-karma.html' title='Instant Karma'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-KQ-zU2lGUHA/TXYryYcUADI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5uMzkOcMl5M/s72-c/sollua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-1663418010318780381</id><published>2011-03-05T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T05:18:20.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swEJVeYAFzw/TXLquRtWVyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xmEFgPsapAw/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swEJVeYAFzw/TXLquRtWVyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xmEFgPsapAw/s200/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580780969013958434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Poetry is just the evidence of life&lt;br /&gt;If your life is burning well,&lt;br /&gt;poetry is just the ash."&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1663418010318780381?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1663418010318780381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/poetry-is-just-evidence-of-life-if-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1663418010318780381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1663418010318780381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/poetry-is-just-evidence-of-life-if-your.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-swEJVeYAFzw/TXLquRtWVyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xmEFgPsapAw/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-2374948550858866720</id><published>2011-03-05T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:59:12.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQEu2-qtMuc/TXKim_0L2mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0LCeWJFbCxA/s1600/adonis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQEu2-qtMuc/TXKim_0L2mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0LCeWJFbCxA/s200/adonis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580701679114508898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EABwvMuY4-0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Composição: Nei Van Soria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"De toda maneira, por sorte ou azar&lt;br /&gt; Os anjos não pensam como nós&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Às vezes as pessoas&lt;br /&gt; Fazem coisas às escondidas&lt;br /&gt; Do céu, o anjo espia&lt;br /&gt; E anota na sua vida&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A noite sempre revela&lt;br /&gt; Os sonhos de um mundo melhor&lt;br /&gt; O ciclo que repete todos os dias&lt;br /&gt; Faz um anjo cair numa armadilha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu vi um anjo e ele estava caindo&lt;br /&gt; Nem ao menos parecia chorar&lt;br /&gt; Poderia ter sido comigo&lt;br /&gt; Poderia ter sido você&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;De toda maneira, por sorte ou azar&lt;br /&gt; Os anjos não pensam como nós&lt;br /&gt; A vida inteira você sonhou em ser um anjo&lt;br /&gt; Os anjos não sonham como nós&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todas as pessoas têm o seu anjo da guarda&lt;br /&gt; Uns acreditam e outros dão risada dizendo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Se eu tenho um anjo da guarda&lt;br /&gt; Por que ele não me ajuda?&lt;br /&gt; Se não tivesse, você gritaria&lt;br /&gt; Pelo amor de Deus, me ajuda&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu vi um anjo e ele estava caindo&lt;br /&gt; Nem ao menos parecia chorar&lt;br /&gt; Poderia ter sido comigo&lt;br /&gt; Poderia ter sido você..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura de Francesco Albani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2374948550858866720?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2374948550858866720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/anjos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2374948550858866720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2374948550858866720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/anjos.html' title='Os Anjos'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-xQEu2-qtMuc/TXKim_0L2mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0LCeWJFbCxA/s72-c/adonis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4563350439707500073</id><published>2011-03-05T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:38:57.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsNM69Wh8JY/TXJnG5uSfqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6y-ZC-Xn--Q/s1600/parque%2Bda%2Bagua%2Bmin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsNM69Wh8JY/TXJnG5uSfqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6y-ZC-Xn--Q/s200/parque%2Bda%2Bagua%2Bmin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580636256537312930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;"Eu sou à esquerda de quem entra. E estremece em mim o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;(...) Sou caleidoscópica: fascinam-me as minhas mutações faiscantes que  aqui caleidoscopicamente registro.Sou um coração batendo no mundo."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Clarice_Lispector/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4563350439707500073?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4563350439707500073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-sou-esquerda-de-quem-entra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4563350439707500073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4563350439707500073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-sou-esquerda-de-quem-entra.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-NsNM69Wh8JY/TXJnG5uSfqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6y-ZC-Xn--Q/s72-c/parque%2Bda%2Bagua%2Bmin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5602054552111396405</id><published>2011-02-27T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:19:10.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4ZjnElao8k/TWrb5bn1LII/AAAAAAAAAJw/MkNvMymLX_Y/s1600/pe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4ZjnElao8k/TWrb5bn1LII/AAAAAAAAAJw/MkNvMymLX_Y/s200/pe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578512868165627010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;"Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz, revolte-se quando julgar necessário.&lt;br /&gt;Alague seu coração de esperanças, mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas.&lt;br /&gt;Se achar que precisa voltar, volte!&lt;br /&gt;Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga!&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo certo, continue.&lt;br /&gt;Se sentir saudades, mate-a.&lt;br /&gt;Se perder um amor, não se perca!&lt;br /&gt;Se o achar, segure-o!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Fernando_Pessoa/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5602054552111396405?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5602054552111396405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-se-acostume-com-o-que-nao-o-faz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5602054552111396405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5602054552111396405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-se-acostume-com-o-que-nao-o-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-I4ZjnElao8k/TWrb5bn1LII/AAAAAAAAAJw/MkNvMymLX_Y/s72-c/pe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-355503168829416340</id><published>2011-02-22T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:51:04.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokerman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pONz9DzEtWk/TWRL4BWVdXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XyDiXqULchQ/s1600/0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pONz9DzEtWk/TWRL4BWVdXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XyDiXqULchQ/s200/0111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576665664398390642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Standing on the waters casting your bread&lt;br /&gt;While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.&lt;br /&gt;Distant ships sailing into the mist,&lt;br /&gt;You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom just around the corner for you&lt;br /&gt;But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,&lt;br /&gt;Bird fly high by the light of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You rise up and say goodbye to no one.&lt;br /&gt;Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,&lt;br /&gt;Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one.&lt;br /&gt;Shedding off one more layer of skin,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,&lt;br /&gt;Bird fly high by the light of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister.&lt;br /&gt;You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah&lt;br /&gt;But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry yoursister.&lt;br /&gt;Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,&lt;br /&gt;You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without anyname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,&lt;br /&gt;Bird fly high by the light of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,&lt;br /&gt;The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.&lt;br /&gt;In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,&lt;br /&gt;Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.&lt;br /&gt;Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,&lt;br /&gt;Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,&lt;br /&gt;Bird fly high by the light of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,&lt;br /&gt;Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first isuncertain.&lt;br /&gt;Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,&lt;br /&gt;Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,&lt;br /&gt;False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,&lt;br /&gt;Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,&lt;br /&gt;Bird fly high by the light of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,&lt;br /&gt;A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him inscarlet.&lt;br /&gt;He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,&lt;br /&gt;Take the motherless children off the street&lt;br /&gt;And place them at the feet of a harlot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,&lt;br /&gt;Bird fly high by the light of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CqYYtXG9n4"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-355503168829416340?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/355503168829416340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/jokerman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/355503168829416340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/355503168829416340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/jokerman.html' title='Jokerman'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-pONz9DzEtWk/TWRL4BWVdXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XyDiXqULchQ/s72-c/0111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-2498255977320328183</id><published>2011-02-22T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:27:11.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8MldIz-T1Y/TWRGSfntvMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mp6PFBGaB_E/s1600/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8MldIz-T1Y/TWRGSfntvMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mp6PFBGaB_E/s200/sol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576659522131180738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So happy just to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the sky of blue&lt;br /&gt;On this new morning, new morning&lt;br /&gt;On this new morning with you..."&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan - New Morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2498255977320328183?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2498255977320328183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-happy-just-to-see-you-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2498255977320328183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2498255977320328183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-happy-just-to-see-you-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-u8MldIz-T1Y/TWRGSfntvMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mp6PFBGaB_E/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-717661927220211583</id><published>2011-02-19T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:29:12.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwKSyTqgANA/TWBEH36Xz1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Lx1zQ6-fMUw/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwKSyTqgANA/TWBEH36Xz1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Lx1zQ6-fMUw/s200/011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575531240743227218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACORDADORME&lt;br /&gt;A COR DA DOR&lt;br /&gt;A DOR ME ACORDA&lt;br /&gt;ME ACORDA DOR&lt;br /&gt;DORME ACORDA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-717661927220211583?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/717661927220211583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/acordadorme-cor-da-dor-dor-me-acorda-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/717661927220211583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/717661927220211583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/acordadorme-cor-da-dor-dor-me-acorda-me.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-fwKSyTqgANA/TWBEH36Xz1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Lx1zQ6-fMUw/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-1107880865722878680</id><published>2011-02-18T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:51:03.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud nº9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ0mE3Rwsfg/TV7NfjwZxjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XadLEVezIeQ/s1600/0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ0mE3Rwsfg/TV7NfjwZxjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XadLEVezIeQ/s200/0a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575119330789148210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clue number one was when you knocked on my door&lt;br /&gt;Clue number two was the look that you wore&lt;br /&gt;N' that's when I knew, it was a pretty good sign&lt;br /&gt;That something was wrong up on cloud number nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is up and the stars are bright&lt;br /&gt;And whatever comes s'gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight you will be mine - up on cloud number nine&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no place that I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back but you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the weather is really fine - up on cloud number nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he hurt you and you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And that wasn't the way it was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;So baby tonight let's leave the world behind&lt;br /&gt;And spend some time up on cloud number nine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bryaN adamS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1107880865722878680?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1107880865722878680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/cloud-n9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1107880865722878680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1107880865722878680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/cloud-n9.html' title='Cloud nº9'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-uQ0mE3Rwsfg/TV7NfjwZxjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XadLEVezIeQ/s72-c/0a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-6178112785963818003</id><published>2011-02-15T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:07:03.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xy74vGQ-khY/TVrq7RZgT_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/K6ZmRHCVM-I/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xy74vGQ-khY/TVrq7RZgT_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/K6ZmRHCVM-I/s200/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574025792827969522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Penso em você, no seu jeito de falar&lt;br /&gt;Sua maneira de ser e perguntar o que é muito natural &lt;p&gt;Como é natural em você acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo de ver a cor da estrada e desaparecer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vou seguir os passos e tentar saber&lt;br /&gt;Onde em que cidade se escondeu você&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quero, sem pensar, o seu jeito de calar&lt;br /&gt;De ouvir aquele resto de canção que morre pelo ar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Que brinca pelo ar como coisa natural&lt;br /&gt;Em seu corpo tão sereno acende a velha mania de cantar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Voz do coração deixou, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;E pergunta sempre onde andará você&lt;/p&gt; Em meu coração há razão, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueço você"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 bis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-6178112785963818003?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6178112785963818003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/natural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6178112785963818003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6178112785963818003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/natural.html' title='Natural'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/-xy74vGQ-khY/TVrq7RZgT_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/K6ZmRHCVM-I/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4539219123747814092</id><published>2011-02-06T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:35:40.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TU8R1WZhzDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sEHcL1NfWps/s1600/Adopt_A_Highway_About_Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TU8R1WZhzDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sEHcL1NfWps/s200/Adopt_A_Highway_About_Us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570690872323984434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...And it all seemed so easy, when we were living not just alive&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was a two-lane, with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;We'll drive, all night long, get on board&lt;br /&gt;We'll drive, with the radio on...&lt;br /&gt;You can lean your head on my shoulder, and just for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the world, baby, mile after mile.&lt;br /&gt;We'll drive, all night long yeah, you want a ride?"&lt;br /&gt;JBJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4539219123747814092?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4539219123747814092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4539219123747814092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4539219123747814092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/drive.html' title='Drive'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TU8R1WZhzDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sEHcL1NfWps/s72-c/Adopt_A_Highway_About_Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-1366345633881290916</id><published>2011-02-03T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:48:45.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TUswxm2hFMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eEAulkhHd2c/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TUswxm2hFMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eEAulkhHd2c/s200/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598992974681282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida são deveres, que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas!&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, passaram-se 50 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Agora, é tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;para ser reprovado...&lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse dada, um dia,&lt;br /&gt;outra oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente&lt;br /&gt;e iria jogando, pelo caminho,&lt;br /&gt;a casca dourada&lt;br /&gt;e inútil das horas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa forma, eu digo: não deixe de fazer algo que gosta&lt;br /&gt;devido à falta de tempo. A única falta que terá, será desse&lt;br /&gt;tempo que, infelizmente, não voltará mais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mário Quintana)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1366345633881290916?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1366345633881290916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1366345633881290916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1366345633881290916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/vida.html' title='A Vida'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TUswxm2hFMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eEAulkhHd2c/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-1257636037732804511</id><published>2011-01-31T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:13:58.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TUdP_OQCeRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ujICVcFjs0w/s1600/escher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TUdP_OQCeRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ujICVcFjs0w/s200/escher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568507411842627858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"...And you think you have to want more than you need... (Jerry Hannan)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Pintura: MC Escher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1257636037732804511?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1257636037732804511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1257636037732804511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1257636037732804511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TUdP_OQCeRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ujICVcFjs0w/s72-c/escher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5089002385593663981</id><published>2011-01-27T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T12:10:45.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Coração Selvagem"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TUHRGiBafGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TsYbiqY0_LU/s1600/53563855_IMG_3587copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TUHRGiBafGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TsYbiqY0_LU/s200/53563855_IMG_3587copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566960524548799586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meu bem, guarde uma frase pra mim dentro da sua canção&lt;br /&gt;Esconda um beijo pra mim sob as dobras do blusão&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero um gole de cerveja no seu copo no seu colo e nesse bar&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem, o meu lugar é onde você quer que ele seja&lt;br /&gt;Não quero o que a cabeça pensa eu quero o que a alma deseja&lt;br /&gt;Arco-íris, anjo rebelde, eu quero o corpo tenho pressa de viver&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando você me amar, me abrace e me beije bem devagar&lt;br /&gt;Que é para eu ter tempo, tempo de me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para ouvir o rádio no carro&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para a turma do outro bairro, ver e saber que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem, o mundo inteiro está naquela estrada ali em frente&lt;br /&gt;Tome um refrigerante, coma um cachorro-quente&lt;br /&gt;Sim, já é outra viagem e o meu coração selvagem&lt;br /&gt;Tem essa pressa de viver&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem, mas quando a vida nos violentar&lt;br /&gt;Pediremos ao bom Deus que nos ajude&lt;br /&gt;Falaremos para a vida: "Vida, pisa devagar meu coração cuidado é frágil; Meu coração é como vidro, como um beijo de novela"&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem, talvez você possa compreender a minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;O meu som, e a minha fúria e essa pressa de viver&lt;br /&gt;E esse jeito de deixar sempre de lado a certeza&lt;br /&gt;E arriscar tudo de novo com paixão&lt;br /&gt;Andar caminho errado pela simples alegria de ser&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem, vem viver comigo, vem correr perigo, vem morrer comigo&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu morra jovem, alguma curva no caminho,&lt;br /&gt;algum punhal de amor traído, completara o meu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem, vem viver comigo, vem correr perigo&lt;br /&gt;Vem morrer comigo, meu bem, meu bem, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Que outros cantores chamam baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belchior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5089002385593663981?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5089002385593663981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/coracao-selvagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5089002385593663981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5089002385593663981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/coracao-selvagem.html' title='&quot;Coração Selvagem&quot;'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TUHRGiBafGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TsYbiqY0_LU/s72-c/53563855_IMG_3587copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7912939755227079597</id><published>2011-01-25T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:07:32.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TT8teGn4CqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/guIyarxilT0/s1600/snoopy-and-charlie-brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TT8teGn4CqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/guIyarxilT0/s200/snoopy-and-charlie-brown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566217659650411170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Te­nho que ter paciência para não me perder dentro de mim: vivo me  perdendo de vista. Preciso de paciência porque sou vários caminhos,  inclusive o fatal beco-sem-saída"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; Um Sopro de Vida .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-7912939755227079597?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7912939755227079597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/tenho-que-ter-paciencia-para-nao-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7912939755227079597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TS0JanfGnrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WD5xkX5Mmnw/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TS0JanfGnrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WD5xkX5Mmnw/s200/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561111467753119410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;'A gente só não inventa a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente que enfrenta o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente fica em frente ao mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente se sente melhor'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre id="ct_cifra" class="cifra-mono"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-6961111739085085521?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6961111739085085521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/nando-reis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6961111739085085521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/6961111739085085521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TRu6Zf2uhsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NAxX1zum0Qo/s200/y22_26146629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556239512502175426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May the road rise with you&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2036795077821058354?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2036795077821058354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/12/may-road-rise-with-you-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-8238045637969404361</id><published>2010-12-11T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:54:50.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TQPzEsLlKhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/N8R3cnAH8Sw/s1600/poa%2Bdraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TQPzEsLlKhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/N8R3cnAH8Sw/s200/poa%2Bdraw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549546427755342354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na plenitude da felicidade, cada dia é uma vida inteira."&lt;br /&gt;Johann Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-8238045637969404361?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8238045637969404361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/12/na-plenitude-da-felicidade-cada-dia-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8238045637969404361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8238045637969404361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/12/na-plenitude-da-felicidade-cada-dia-e.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TQPzEsLlKhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/N8R3cnAH8Sw/s72-c/poa%2Bdraw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-8625755222699533071</id><published>2010-12-11T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T06:56:46.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TQORJIINYqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Hi4ej6eWoiY/s1600/3_Bob_Ozzy_Randy_1st_Blizzard_Tour1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TQORJIINYqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Hi4ej6eWoiY/s200/3_Bob_Ozzy_Randy_1st_Blizzard_Tour1980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549438751837348514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"When sadness fills my days&lt;br /&gt;It's time to turn away&lt;br /&gt;And let tomorrow's dreams&lt;br /&gt;Become reality to me"&lt;br /&gt;Black Sabbath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-8625755222699533071?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8625755222699533071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-sadness-fills-my-days-its-time-to.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-3939436836123319305</id><published>2010-11-20T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T09:03:15.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessa vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TOf_SqKusFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2Z5Ho_Fh4_o/s1600/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TOf_SqKusFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2Z5Ho_Fh4_o/s200/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541678562524704850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É bom olhar pra trás e admirar a vida que soubemos fazer&lt;br /&gt;É bom olhar pra frente, é bom nunca é igual&lt;br /&gt;Olhar, beijar e ouvir, cantar um novo dia nascendo&lt;br /&gt;É bom e é tão diferente&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou chorar, você não vai chorar&lt;br /&gt;Você pode entender que eu não vou mais te ver&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, sorria e saiba o que eu sei eu te amo&lt;/p&gt; É bom se apaixonar, ficar feliz, te ver feliz me faz bem&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom se apaixonar, foi bom, e é bom, e o que será?&lt;br /&gt;Por pensar demais eu preferi não pensar demais dessa vez..&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão bom e porque será&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou chorar, você não vai chorar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém precisa chorar mas eu só posso te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, que nessa linda estória os diabos são anjos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZtJqxc_3LE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Por Nando Reis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-3939436836123319305?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TOf_SqKusFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2Z5Ho_Fh4_o/s72-c/29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-2193609181160282765</id><published>2010-11-04T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T15:21:27.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Os imorais falam de nós&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso gosto, nosso encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa voz...&lt;br /&gt;Os imorais se chocam por nós,&lt;br /&gt;Por nosso brilho, nosso estilo&lt;br /&gt;Nossos lençóis.&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia, eu sei, a casa cai&lt;br /&gt;E então a moral da história&lt;br /&gt;Vai estar sempre na glória de fazermos&lt;br /&gt;O que nos satisfaz...&lt;br /&gt;Os imorais falam de nós&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso gosto, nosso encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa voz...&lt;br /&gt;Os imorais sorriram pra nós&lt;br /&gt;Fingiram trégua, fizeram média&lt;br /&gt;Venderam paz...&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia, eu sei, a casa cai&lt;br /&gt;E então a moral da história&lt;br /&gt;Vai estar sempre na glória de fazermos&lt;br /&gt;O que nos satisfaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zelia Duncan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2193609181160282765?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2193609181160282765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/11/os-imorais-falam-de-nos-do-nosso-gosto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2193609181160282765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TM10_E_wgdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BDsfkwn0ThM/s200/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534208144129950162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cansei de não gostar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Daqui pra frente não vai ser mais assim&lt;br /&gt;Serei o meu melhor amigo&lt;br /&gt;Inimigos como eu não preciso&lt;br /&gt;Então vêm, eu te convido&lt;br /&gt;Quer dividir comigo o paraíso?&lt;br /&gt;O inferno é meu velho conhecido&lt;br /&gt;Te mostro meu esconderijo&lt;br /&gt;Desculpas já não peço mais&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao inferno procurando paz&lt;br /&gt;Não vou desperdiçar alegria&lt;br /&gt;Amor, não precisa de filosofia&lt;br /&gt;Cada ruga em mim te merece&lt;br /&gt;Não confunda os desejos, agradece&lt;br /&gt;E os presentes que eu te dei&lt;br /&gt;São espinhos que em carinho transformei&lt;br /&gt;Desculpas já não peço mais&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao inferno procurando paz...&lt;br /&gt;O que feriu a minha pele&lt;br /&gt;me ajudou a entender&lt;br /&gt;que a dor de quem se esquece é cruel&lt;br /&gt;como nem o inferno pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpas já não peço mais...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FREJAT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Sobre nós dois eo resto do mundo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-8456223493737966866?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8456223493737966866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/10/desculpas-ja-nao-peco-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-2326480958717032347</id><published>2010-09-21T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:51:22.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TJlhC7kjd7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2DEXrk9CvWQ/s1600/s04_4e013421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TJlhC7kjd7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2DEXrk9CvWQ/s200/s04_4e013421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519549521297897394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;I know, you know&lt;br /&gt;That we’ve only just begun&lt;br /&gt;Through the highs and lows&lt;br /&gt;And how can I live without you&lt;br /&gt;You’re such a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve always been the one&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me forever young&lt;br /&gt;And the best is yet to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2326480958717032347?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2326480958717032347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/09/scorpions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2326480958717032347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2326480958717032347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/09/scorpions.html' title='Scorpions...'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TJlhC7kjd7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2DEXrk9CvWQ/s72-c/s04_4e013421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-3969093692393651220</id><published>2010-09-07T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:02:13.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A humanidade</title><content type='html'>"Y vuelve la necesidad&lt;br /&gt;de repasarme dónde estoy,&lt;br /&gt;si existe o no la humanidad&lt;br /&gt;y si se ha visto hoy."&lt;br /&gt;Silvio Rodriguez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5221744391833905043?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5221744391833905043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5221744391833905043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5221744391833905043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TG2rJxSCAxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iqPA5B8F1n4/s72-c/s01_24390613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-2543095354469669870</id><published>2010-08-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:00:01.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"E não há tempo&lt;br /&gt; Que volte amor&lt;br /&gt; Vamos viver tudo&lt;br /&gt; Que há pra viver&lt;br /&gt; Vamos nos permitir..."&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nunca diga que se arrependeu&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas que já fez na vida&lt;br /&gt;E com tudo que já foi seu&lt;br /&gt;Seja grata por pelo menos um dia&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Você está crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem notar&lt;br /&gt;O seu mundo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Começa a se desmanchar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pense em tudo como sempre fez&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer absurdo&lt;br /&gt;Agora já passou, tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Da próxima vez eu me cuido&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Você está crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem notar&lt;br /&gt;O seu mundo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Começa a se desmanchar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quando você tinha 16&lt;br /&gt;Fez amor pela primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais acreditou&lt;br /&gt;Em palavras bobas de amor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Você está crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem notar&lt;br /&gt;O seu mundo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Acaba de se desmanchar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A chuva forte já passou&lt;br /&gt;Agora será mais tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;De repente você sente que mudou&lt;br /&gt;E vê que o mundo é imperfeito&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Você está crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem notar&lt;br /&gt;O seu mundo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Começa a se desenhar&lt;/p&gt; Você está crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Nem consegue notar&lt;br /&gt;Que seu mundo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Só existe porque você acreditou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nei Van Soria)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2262519778888880499?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2262519778888880499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/mundo-perfeito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Charles Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1094572657549226915?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1094572657549226915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-o-sonho-acabou-tenta-nao-esquecer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1094572657549226915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1094572657549226915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-o-sonho-acabou-tenta-nao-esquecer.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-8861307336142702180</id><published>2010-07-30T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T06:43:10.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JBJ Every word is a piece of my heart</title><content type='html'>I've been starting at the page &lt;br /&gt;For what seemed like days &lt;br /&gt;I guess I put this one off for a while &lt;br /&gt;Did i see a tear fall from your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Or did you laugh so hard that you cried &lt;br /&gt;When i served my secrets on a silver tray to you &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, I guess the nights just bringin me down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no love, there's no hate &lt;br /&gt;I left them there for you to take &lt;br /&gt;But, know that every word was a piece of my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been the blood in my veins &lt;br /&gt;The only one who knows my middle name &lt;br /&gt;And the smiles, they came easy 'cause of you &lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you, but I hate you &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that I can never escape you &lt;br /&gt;Let the choir sing tonight I'm an easy mark &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, am I acting just a little too proud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no love, there's no hate &lt;br /&gt;I left them there for you to take &lt;br /&gt;But know that every word was a piece of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Have I said too much &lt;br /&gt;Maybe i haven't said enough &lt;br /&gt;But know that every word was a piece of my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush me darling, maybe I've lost my touch &lt;br /&gt;Mayve I've lost my guts-there is that truth enough &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, hey now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know these love letters mix with whiskey &lt;br /&gt;Just don't light a match when you kiss me &lt;br /&gt;Though I'll blow away, you know I'll be back soon &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, Hey now, Hey now &lt;br /&gt;Am I talking just a little too loud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no love, there's no hate &lt;br /&gt;I left them there for you to take &lt;br /&gt;But know that every word was a piece of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Have I said too much &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I haven't said enough &lt;br /&gt;But know that every word was a piece of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, am I talking just a little too proud &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, maybe the night's just bringin me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jon Bon Jovi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-8861307336142702180?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5436625835055104598</id><published>2010-07-24T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T16:49:16.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando voy al trabajo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TEt78vD9bhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2VBcZOOf76w/s1600/ffvj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TEt78vD9bhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2VBcZOOf76w/s200/ffvj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497624053491265042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TEt7pp0Se2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/0d7NsMEuFcY/s1600/pra%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="lletra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuando voy al trabajo&lt;br /&gt;pienso en ti,&lt;br /&gt;por las calles del barrio&lt;br /&gt;pienso en ti,&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro los rostros&lt;br /&gt;tras el vidrio empañado&lt;br /&gt;sin saber quienes son, donde van.&lt;br /&gt;Pienso en ti,&lt;br /&gt;mi vida, pienso en ti.&lt;br /&gt;En ti, compañera de mis días&lt;br /&gt;y del porvenir&lt;br /&gt;de las horas amargas&lt;br /&gt;y la dicha de poder vivir,&lt;br /&gt;laborando el comienzo de una historia&lt;br /&gt;sin saber el fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el turno termina&lt;br /&gt;y la tarde va&lt;br /&gt;estirando su sombra&lt;br /&gt;por el tijeral&lt;br /&gt;y al volver de la obra&lt;br /&gt;discutiendo entre amigos&lt;br /&gt;razonando cuestiones&lt;br /&gt;de este tiempo y destino,&lt;br /&gt;pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;mi vida, pienso en ti.&lt;br /&gt;En ti, compañera de mis días&lt;br /&gt;y del porvenir&lt;br /&gt;de las horas amargas&lt;br /&gt;y la dicha de poder vivir,&lt;br /&gt;laborando el comienzo de una historia&lt;br /&gt;sin saber el fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llego a la casa&lt;br /&gt;estas ahí,&lt;br /&gt;y amarramos los sueños...&lt;br /&gt;Laborando el comienzo de una historia&lt;br /&gt;sin saber el fin.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="lletra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Victor Jara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="lletra"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="lletra"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5436625835055104598?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5436625835055104598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4312484956988594007</id><published>2010-07-22T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:38:39.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Nunca se está sozinho, por mais que doa,&lt;br /&gt;Em algum momento vc encontrará um amigo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4312484956988594007?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4312484956988594007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/nunca-se-esta-sozinho-por-mais-que-doa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TEd_LO0F1tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vVjjpHrgYWE/s1600/arnaldo_violao_pintado_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TEd_LO0F1tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vVjjpHrgYWE/s200/arnaldo_violao_pintado_g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501701160851154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje eu percebi&lt;br /&gt;Que venho me apegando às coisas&lt;br /&gt;Materiais que me dão prazer&lt;br /&gt;O que é isso, meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu vou morrer de dor&lt;br /&gt;O que é isso, meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu vou virar bolor?&lt;br /&gt;Venho me apegando ao passado&lt;br /&gt;E em ter você ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto do Alice Cooper&lt;br /&gt;Onde é que está meu rock'n'roll?&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho, eu vou voltar pra Cantareira&lt;br /&gt;Venho me apagando aos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E à minha velha motocicleta&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto do pessoal da Nasa&lt;br /&gt;Cadê meu disco voador?&lt;br /&gt;Onde é que está meu rock?&lt;br /&gt;Onde é que está meu rock'n'roll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Arnaldo Baptista, do album  LOKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4429911078695035722?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4429911078695035722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/sera-que-eu-vou-virar-bolor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4429911078695035722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TEHHDShIyXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/N0cSydqs__4/s1600/Pic0510002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TEHHDShIyXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/N0cSydqs__4/s200/Pic0510002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494891879693076850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;"Amor, então,&lt;br /&gt;                   também, acaba?&lt;br /&gt;                   Não, que eu saiba.&lt;br /&gt;                   O que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;                   é que se transforma&lt;br /&gt;                   numa matéria-prima&lt;br /&gt;                   que a vida se encarrega&lt;br /&gt;                   de transformar em raiva.&lt;br /&gt;                   Ou em rima."&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;em&gt;Paulo Leminski &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1802712986150786907?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1802712986150786907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/amor-entao-tambem-acaba-nao-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1802712986150786907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/1802712986150786907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TDc8AjjaJ_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/hatNJD8-8fo/s200/bsbrua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491924250843031538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="c-cifra1024"  style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You may find out that your self doubts&lt;br /&gt;means nothing was ever there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't go forcing something&lt;br /&gt;if it's just not right..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Billie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TDc8AjjaJ_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/hatNJD8-8fo/s72-c/bsbrua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7952266922772743205</id><published>2010-07-04T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:51:24.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:x-large;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Se você não encontrar sua metade da laranja, não desanime, procure encontrar a sua metade do limão, adicione açucar, pinga, gelo e vá ser feliz!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-7952266922772743205?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7952266922772743205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-voce-nao-encontrar-sua-metade-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7952266922772743205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7952266922772743205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-voce-nao-encontrar-sua-metade-da.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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-132906257236529270.post-4833951153526290395</id><published>2010-07-04T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:48:45.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Minha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu era um cara tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;Não me preocupava&lt;br /&gt;Nem com isso e nem com aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Tinha minhas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Vivia do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Sei que todo mundo sempre esconde algum defeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha um cachorro que não me obedecia&lt;br /&gt;Ele era como o dono&lt;br /&gt;Só fazia o que queria&lt;br /&gt;Eu era um cara na minha&lt;br /&gt;Tudo já tem fim antes de ter um começo&lt;br /&gt;O melhor ainda é tudo aquilo que conheço&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de mentira, acho uma grande bobagem&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro dar um tempo e viver na reali¬dade&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico acordado, já tive a impressão&lt;br /&gt;Que quase todo mundo a minha volta é sem noção&lt;br /&gt;Eu era um cara na minha&lt;br /&gt;Já perdi o medo do que pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu acordo e já sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Não fico preocupado, já tentei de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Abro os meus olhos e vejo no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Eu conto os automóveis que passam na minha rua&lt;br /&gt;Sento na calçada vivo no mundo da lua&lt;br /&gt;Caiu uma estrela comecei a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o meu dia, acho quer tudo vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;Eu era um cara na minha&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu ficar na minha eu sei quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que eu quero e sei pra onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não posso ser o que eu quero ser&lt;br /&gt;É só preconceito, não consigo entender&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero falar, do jeito que eu falo, e não ser julgado&lt;br /&gt;E quando dou a minha opinião me tiram pra louco&lt;br /&gt;Eles me olham torto pela tatuagem que tenho no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;O jeito que eu vivo, o jeito que eu visto, o estilo do meu som&lt;br /&gt;Só cuido da minha vida, assim que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Eu era um cara na minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por Charles Mastre  (Letras: Charles Master/EgistoDal Santo/Piá)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4833951153526290395?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4833951153526290395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/na-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4833951153526290395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4833951153526290395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/na-minha.html' title='Na Minha'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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-132906257236529270.post-5015328726166608176</id><published>2010-06-25T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:32:37.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mellencamp.com/index.php?module=paintings"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TCU771oYfoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TZtKX970iOA/s200/faces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486857620215594626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esses dias se parecem iguais, às vezes a rotina parece nos engolir&lt;br /&gt;Várias caras na multidão, olhos ao longe em algum sonho ou desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando sem saber para onde, mas sempre caminhando&lt;br /&gt;Assim vivemos e morremos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5015328726166608176?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5015328726166608176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/esses-dias-se-parecem-iguais-as-vezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5015328726166608176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5015328726166608176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/esses-dias-se-parecem-iguais-as-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TCU771oYfoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TZtKX970iOA/s72-c/faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-8595276503137586787</id><published>2010-06-22T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:54:26.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;The time that we lose,&lt;br /&gt;We will never find time..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.." Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-8595276503137586787?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8595276503137586787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-wont-wait-for-you-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8595276503137586787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8595276503137586787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-wont-wait-for-you-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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-132906257236529270.post-2348438785366120990</id><published>2010-06-20T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T07:41:49.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girassóis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqlpqSo0Cmg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TB4oKW7Sr_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/5xKDKlxUU4o/s200/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484865554601914354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Nunca olhei pros lados&lt;br /&gt;Pra não perder a direção&lt;br /&gt;Nem senti meus passos&lt;br /&gt;Na marcha cega&lt;br /&gt;Encontro uma razão&lt;br /&gt;Talvez perca o emprego&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a sua resposta seja não&lt;br /&gt;Quero dar um jeito&lt;br /&gt;De conseguir pagar a prestação&lt;br /&gt;De passear na grama do parcão&lt;br /&gt;De respirar deitar ao sol que brilha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Deixo o sol bater na cara&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço tudo que me faz mal&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o sol bater no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Que aí o desgosto se vai&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o sol bater na cara&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço tudo que me faz mal&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o sol bater no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Que aí o desgosto..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por Duca Leindecker (Cidadão Quem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2348438785366120990?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2348438785366120990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/girassois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2348438785366120990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2348438785366120990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/girassois.html' title='Girassóis'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TB4oKW7Sr_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/5xKDKlxUU4o/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-8828570296758303999</id><published>2010-06-18T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:09:43.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Gostar é provavelmente a melhor maneira de ter, &lt;br /&gt;ter deve ser a pior maneira de gostar"&lt;br /&gt;Jose Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-8828570296758303999?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8828570296758303999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/gostar-e-provavelmente-melhor-maneira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8828570296758303999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/8828570296758303999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/gostar-e-provavelmente-melhor-maneira.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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-132906257236529270.post-5449066160092866634</id><published>2010-06-17T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:32:26.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitor Ramil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TBqiLDMjdcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9UzHwS_cono/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TBqiLDMjdcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9UzHwS_cono/s200/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483873806997222850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Ilusão da Casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As imagens descem como  folhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No chão da sala&lt;br /&gt; Folhas que o luar acende&lt;br /&gt; Folhas que o vento espalha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu plantado no alto em mim&lt;br /&gt; Contemplo a ilusão da casa&lt;br /&gt; As imagens descem como folhas&lt;br /&gt; Enquanto falo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt; O tempo é o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt; O tempo é minha casa&lt;br /&gt; A casa é onde quero estar&lt;br /&gt; Eu sei&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As imagens se acumulam&lt;br /&gt; Rolam no pó da sala&lt;br /&gt; São pequenas folhas secas&lt;br /&gt; Folhas de pura prata&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu plantado no alto em mim&lt;br /&gt; Contemplo a ilusão da casa&lt;br /&gt; As imagens se acumulam&lt;br /&gt; Rolam enquanto falo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt; O tempo é o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt; O tempo é minha casa&lt;br /&gt; A casa é onde quero estar&lt;br /&gt; Eu sei&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As imagens enchem tudo&lt;br /&gt; Vivem do ar da sala&lt;br /&gt; São montanhas secas&lt;br /&gt; São montanhas enluaradas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu plantado no alto em mim&lt;br /&gt; Contemplo a ilusão da casa&lt;br /&gt; As imagens enchem tudo&lt;br /&gt; Vivem enquanto falo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt; O tempo é o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt; O tempo é minha casa&lt;br /&gt; A casa é onde quero estar&lt;br /&gt; Eu sei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para ver: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjpubE56WzI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5449066160092866634?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5449066160092866634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/vitor-ramil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5449066160092866634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5449066160092866634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/vitor-ramil.html' title='Vitor Ramil'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/TBqiLDMjdcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9UzHwS_cono/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-2607092596021473568</id><published>2010-01-07T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:58:49.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mário Quintana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/S0ZK3rcAjJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qj4bJ9DzVCw/s1600-h/mario_quintana_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/S0ZK3rcAjJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qj4bJ9DzVCw/s200/mario_quintana_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424105121627802770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Reflexão de Lavoisier ao descobrir que lhe haviam roubado a carteira: nada se perde, tudo muda de dono."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-2607092596021473568?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2607092596021473568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/01/mario-quintana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2607092596021473568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/2607092596021473568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/01/mario-quintana.html' title='Mário Quintana'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/S0ZK3rcAjJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qj4bJ9DzVCw/s72-c/mario_quintana_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4494990679367074161</id><published>2009-12-23T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:07:28.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SzKUhtLJCOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Envpj3701i0/s1600-h/l_5ff586701cc74170a42529a73b93dc89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SzKUhtLJCOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Envpj3701i0/s200/l_5ff586701cc74170a42529a73b93dc89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418556608463046882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;Pilha De Livros&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;De que me adianta ter pilhas de livros&lt;br /&gt; Se mal tenho tempo pra ler&lt;br /&gt; De que me adianta gostar tanto assim&lt;br /&gt; Se eu nunca estou com você meu bem&lt;br /&gt; Se eu nunca estou com você meu bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na maior parte das vezes queremos muito mais&lt;br /&gt; E assim nós prometemos que vamos melhorar&lt;br /&gt; No ano que vem, no ano que vem&lt;br /&gt; Na maior parte das vezes queremos muito mais&lt;br /&gt; E assim nós prometemos que vamos melhorar&lt;br /&gt; No ano que vem, no ano que vem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De que me adianta ter tanta ambição&lt;br /&gt; Se não escuto o meu coração&lt;br /&gt; De que me adianta sonhar todo o dia&lt;br /&gt; Se falta você não tenho alegria&lt;br /&gt; Se falta você não tenho alegria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4494990679367074161?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4494990679367074161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4494990679367074161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4494990679367074161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/ano-novo.html' title='Ano novo'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SzKUhtLJCOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Envpj3701i0/s72-c/l_5ff586701cc74170a42529a73b93dc89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5399831768298866440</id><published>2009-12-14T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:51:45.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã será Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt;  Se fosse fácil como realmente é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  Se fosse perto todo mundo ia&lt;br /&gt; Se grito resolvesse, porco não morria&lt;br /&gt; É preciso que tudo mude pra que tudo continue igual&lt;br /&gt; Pra que a sua parte seja igual a nossa&lt;br /&gt; Pois se ferradura desse sorte, burro não puxava carroça&lt;br /&gt; Oh baby desce desse pau senão tu morre!&lt;br /&gt; Absolutamente, tudo é relativo&lt;br /&gt; O que se ve e o que não existe&lt;br /&gt; O que pra mim é moderno, pra você pode ser chique&lt;br /&gt; E qualquer um pode ser vencedor&lt;br /&gt; Desde que não haja nenhum concorrente&lt;br /&gt; Pois se ficar calado qualquer imbecil passa por inteligente&lt;br /&gt; Oh baby desce desse pau senão tu morre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Falcão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5399831768298866440?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5399831768298866440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/amanha-sera-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5399831768298866440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5399831768298866440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/amanha-sera-tomorrow.html' title='Amanhã será Tomorrow'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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-132906257236529270.post-4492302829404759164</id><published>2009-12-06T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:33:45.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por mais que calem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SxvqzHka_7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/sATjKfBu3jM/s1600-h/Francisco_de_Goya_y_Lucientes_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SxvqzHka_7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/sATjKfBu3jM/s200/Francisco_de_Goya_y_Lucientes_023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412177541141823410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por mais que calem&lt;br /&gt;por mais voltas que o mundo dê&lt;br /&gt;por mais que neguem os acontecimentos&lt;br /&gt;por mais repressão que o Estado imponha&lt;br /&gt;por mais que se lambuzem com a democracia burguesa&lt;br /&gt;por mais greves de fome que silenciem&lt;br /&gt;por mais amontoados que estejam os cárceres&lt;br /&gt;por mais pactos que façam com os controladores de classe&lt;br /&gt;por mais guerras e repressões que imponham&lt;br /&gt;por mais que tentem negar a história e a memória de nossa classe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais alto gritaremos:&lt;br /&gt;assassinos de povos&lt;br /&gt;miséria de fome e liberdade&lt;br /&gt;negociadores de vidas alheias&lt;br /&gt;mais alto que nunca, em grito ou em silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;lembraremos vossos assassinatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pessoas, vidas, povos e Natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lábio em lábio, passo a passo, pouco a pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salvador Puig Antich (1948-1974). Poeta e militante político catalão.&lt;br /&gt;Foi preso, julgado e executado em 1974 pelo regime do ditador fascista Francisco Franco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4492302829404759164?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4492302829404759164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-mais-que-calem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4492302829404759164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4492302829404759164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-mais-que-calem.html' title='Por mais que calem'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SxvqzHka_7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/sATjKfBu3jM/s72-c/Francisco_de_Goya_y_Lucientes_023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4443922638772327245</id><published>2009-11-29T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:57:17.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeshua Ben Joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SxKc7HSV5VI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d4LL5yi1df8/s1600/jorge-mautner-no-mac1_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SxKc7HSV5VI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d4LL5yi1df8/s200/jorge-mautner-no-mac1_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409558641807582546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sei que existo em plena solidão,&lt;br /&gt;por isso me alisto na escola do perdão.&lt;br /&gt;E da luz que brilha dessas páginas&lt;br /&gt;sinto Jesus que enxuga as minhas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;E depois ele pega a minha mão e me leva com seu doce sorriso&lt;br /&gt;para um tempo que fica muito antes, mas muito antes da expulsão do paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que existo todas as manhãs numa eterna-moderna felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Com Jesus Cristo nas Bodas de Canaã para todo sempre, para toda eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="post-body entry-content"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sou o que sou porque sou da legião dos iluminados e dos escolhidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sou o que sou porque sou da religião dos humilhados e dos ofendidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeshua Ben Joseph, Jesus, filho de José, para Leon Trotsky foi a primeira grande revolução da humanidade, talvez a maior, pois era a igualdade do homem perante Deus. Vestido de púrpura no Sermão da Montanha, ele disse: “Amai-vos uns aos outros, os primeiros serão os últimos, os últimos serão os primeiros.” Ele ressuscitou Lázaro, seu amigo. Ressuscita uma menina, e diz: “Menina, levanta.” Em aramaico é “Talita cumi”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Antes de morrer e ressuscitar ele mergulhou na terrível angústia do desespero da derrota e diz: “Pai, pai, porque me abandonaste?”. Ele dizia: “Para perdoar o inimigo, para amar o inimigo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas ele também dizia: “Se alguém fizer mal a algum destes pequeninos que me acompanham, melhor seria que amarrasse uma pedra ao redor de seu pescoço e os jogasse no fundo do mar.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O Brasil, um país-continente, com 30 milhões de crianças abandonadas, a maior nação católica do mundo, não estará pecando contra Yeshua Ben Joseph? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando ele chegou ao lado da mulher adúltera e enfrentou os linchadores que com pedras nas mãos queriam linchar de acordo com a lei sectária e dogmática da lei mosaica aquela mulher adúltera, ele ficou ao dela, dentro de um círculo, e encarando os linchadores, disse: “Atire a primeira pedra aquele que dentre vós nunca pecou.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Adonai, Adonai, Adonai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jorgemautner.com.br/"&gt;Jorge Mautner &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;( Kaótico, otimista e fatal!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4443922638772327245?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4443922638772327245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeshua-ben-joseph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4443922638772327245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4443922638772327245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeshua-ben-joseph.html' title='Yeshua Ben Joseph'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SxKc7HSV5VI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d4LL5yi1df8/s72-c/jorge-mautner-no-mac1_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-146808197445643959</id><published>2009-11-22T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:32:24.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>William Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SwlLQ_9g7wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VI01VGb9Ed0/s1600/terra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SwlLQ_9g7wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VI01VGb9Ed0/s200/terra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406935583054425858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O solilóquio de Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;(Ato III, Cena 1) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser ou não ser; essa é toda a questão:&lt;br /&gt;Se mais nobre é em mente suportar&lt;br /&gt;Dardos e flechas de ultrajante sina&lt;br /&gt;Ou tomar armas contra um mar de angústias&lt;br /&gt;E firme, dar-lhes fim. Morrer: dormir;&lt;br /&gt;Não mais; dizer que um sono porá fim&lt;br /&gt;À dor do coração e aos mil embates&lt;br /&gt;De que é herdeira a carne!... é um desenlace&lt;br /&gt;A aspirar com fervor. Morrer, dormir;&lt;br /&gt;Dormir, talvez sonhar: eis o dilema,&lt;br /&gt;Pois no sono da morte quaisquer sonhos&lt;br /&gt;- Ao nos livrarmos deste caos mortal -&lt;br /&gt;A paz nos devem dar. Esta é a razão&lt;br /&gt;De a vida longa ser calamidade,&lt;br /&gt;Pois quem do mundo os males sofreria:&lt;br /&gt;A injustiça, a opressão, a vã injúria,&lt;br /&gt;O amor magoado, as delongas da lei,&lt;br /&gt;O abuso do poder e a humilhação&lt;br /&gt;Que do indigno o valoroso sofre,&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele próprio a paz encontraria&lt;br /&gt;Em seu punhal? Quem fardo arrastaria,&lt;br /&gt;Grunhindo, suarento, em triste vida,&lt;br /&gt;Senão porque o pavor do após-a-morte&lt;br /&gt;- Ignota região de cujas linhas&lt;br /&gt;Não se volta - a vontade nos confunde&lt;br /&gt;E nos faz preferir males que temos&lt;br /&gt;A buscar outros que desconhecemos?&lt;br /&gt;Assim nos faz covardes a consciência,&lt;br /&gt;E o natural fulgor da decisão&lt;br /&gt;Sucumbe à débil luz da reflexão;&lt;br /&gt;E assim projetos de vigor e urgência&lt;br /&gt;Em vista disto seus cursos desviam&lt;br /&gt;E perdem o nome de ação. Oh, cala-te!&lt;br /&gt;A bela Ofélia! - Ninfa, em tuas preces&lt;br /&gt;Lembrados sejam todos meus pecados.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versão em português, de Luiz Angélico da Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-146808197445643959?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/146808197445643959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/william-shakespeare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/146808197445643959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/146808197445643959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/william-shakespeare.html' title='William Shakespeare'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SwlLQ_9g7wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VI01VGb9Ed0/s72-c/terra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7656918038174399985</id><published>2009-11-16T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:34:32.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SwHFYdTcrHI/AAAAAAAAADs/o-dj1wy5Oj4/s1600/llu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SwHFYdTcrHI/AAAAAAAAADs/o-dj1wy5Oj4/s200/llu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404818051795037298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Morder é tara? Tara é não morder."&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Rodrigues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-7656918038174399985?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7656918038174399985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/morder-e-tara-tara-e-nao-morder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7656918038174399985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7656918038174399985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/morder-e-tara-tara-e-nao-morder.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SwHFYdTcrHI/AAAAAAAAADs/o-dj1wy5Oj4/s72-c/llu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4028296086007864998</id><published>2009-11-09T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:56:22.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse é nosso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SviBlh6GMBI/AAAAAAAAADc/3Z0-HhNRYCQ/s1600-h/chico+bq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SviBlh6GMBI/AAAAAAAAADc/3Z0-HhNRYCQ/s200/chico+bq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402210234788098066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: bold;" id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bom Conselho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ouça um bom conselho&lt;br /&gt; Que eu lhe dou de graça&lt;br /&gt; Inútil dormir que a dor não passa&lt;br /&gt; Espere sentado&lt;br /&gt; Ou você se cansa&lt;br /&gt; Está provado, quem espera nunca alcança&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Venha, meu amigo&lt;br /&gt; Deixe esse regaço&lt;br /&gt; Brinque com meu fogo&lt;br /&gt; Venha se queimar&lt;br /&gt; Faça como eu digo&lt;br /&gt; Faça como eu faço&lt;br /&gt; Aja duas vezes antes de pensar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Corro atrás do tempo&lt;br /&gt; Vim de não sei onde&lt;br /&gt; Devagar é que não se vai longe&lt;br /&gt; Eu semeio o vento&lt;br /&gt; Na minha cidade&lt;br /&gt; Vou pra rua e bebo a tempestade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De Chico Buarque, esse é nosso! Q cabeça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4028296086007864998?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4028296086007864998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/esse-e-nosso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4028296086007864998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4028296086007864998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/esse-e-nosso.html' title='Esse é nosso...'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SviBlh6GMBI/AAAAAAAAADc/3Z0-HhNRYCQ/s72-c/chico+bq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5811050826836293017</id><published>2009-11-08T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:08:08.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguns poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbQEI8iMaI/AAAAAAAAADU/UAsi5sRaLwA/s1600-h/socrates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbQEI8iMaI/AAAAAAAAADU/UAsi5sRaLwA/s200/socrates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401733572616925602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mascarados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cora Coralina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiu o Semeador a semear&lt;br /&gt;Semeou o dia todo&lt;br /&gt;e a noite o apanhou ainda&lt;br /&gt;com as mãos cheias de sementes.&lt;br /&gt;Ele semeava tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;sem pensar na colheita&lt;br /&gt;porque muito tinha colhido&lt;br /&gt;do que outros semearam.&lt;br /&gt;Jovem, seja você esse semeador&lt;br /&gt;Semeia com otimismo&lt;br /&gt;Semeia com idealismo&lt;br /&gt;as sementes vivas&lt;br /&gt;da Paz e da Justiça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs: A figura é de Sócrates não sendo um mascarado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5811050826836293017?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5811050826836293017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/mascarados-cora-coralina-saiu-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5811050826836293017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5811050826836293017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/mascarados-cora-coralina-saiu-o.html' title='Alguns poemas'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbQEI8iMaI/AAAAAAAAADU/UAsi5sRaLwA/s72-c/socrates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-3768204776887456070</id><published>2009-11-08T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:10:27.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbPVED0R3I/AAAAAAAAADM/YCOqyWIlQS0/s1600-h/boscc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbPVED0R3I/AAAAAAAAADM/YCOqyWIlQS0/s200/boscc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401732763851442034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esperemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há outros dias que não têm chegado ainda,&lt;br /&gt;que estão fazendo-se&lt;br /&gt;como o pão ou as cadeiras ou o produto&lt;br /&gt;das farmácias ou das oficinas&lt;br /&gt;- há fábricas de dias que virão -&lt;br /&gt;existem artesãos da alma&lt;br /&gt;que levantam e pesam e preparam&lt;br /&gt;certos dias amargos ou preciosos&lt;br /&gt;que de repente chegam à porta&lt;br /&gt;para premiar-nos&lt;br /&gt;com uma laranja&lt;br /&gt;ou assassinar-nos de imediato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obs: Quadro de Bosch, As tentações de Santo Antão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-3768204776887456070?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3768204776887456070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-poemas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3768204776887456070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3768204776887456070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-poemas.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbPVED0R3I/AAAAAAAAADM/YCOqyWIlQS0/s72-c/boscc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5843456204246809971</id><published>2009-11-08T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:11:04.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbOWe-y63I/AAAAAAAAADE/dfmjlshLoVQ/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbOWe-y63I/AAAAAAAAADE/dfmjlshLoVQ/s200/red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401731688746380146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lobos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hilda Hilst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobos? São muitos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu podes ainda&lt;br /&gt;A palavra na língua&lt;br /&gt;Aquietá-los.&lt;br /&gt;Mortos? O mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas podes acordá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Sortilégio de vida&lt;br /&gt;Na palavra escrita.&lt;br /&gt;Lúcidos? São poucos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se farão milhares&lt;br /&gt;Se à lucidez dos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Te juntares.&lt;br /&gt;Raros? Teus preclaros amigos.&lt;br /&gt;E tu mesmo, raro.&lt;br /&gt;Se nas coisas que digo&lt;br /&gt;Acreditares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obs: foto de um vale em Cusco, Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5843456204246809971?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5843456204246809971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/mais-poemas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5843456204246809971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5843456204246809971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/mais-poemas.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbOWe-y63I/AAAAAAAAADE/dfmjlshLoVQ/s72-c/red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5910278930098463055</id><published>2009-11-08T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:11:59.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbMm_v39fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DmJDys-Njks/s1600-h/jm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbMm_v39fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DmJDys-Njks/s200/jm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401729773396817394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camas, banheiros, você e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Charles Bukowski)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nesta terra&lt;br /&gt;alguns de nós amam melhor do que&lt;br /&gt;morrem&lt;br /&gt;mas a maioria morre&lt;br /&gt;melhor do que ama&lt;br /&gt;e nós morremos&lt;br /&gt;aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;parte por parte [ . . . ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ . . . ] nós não podíamos deixar&lt;br /&gt;as coisas como estavam.&lt;br /&gt;você me re-inventou&lt;br /&gt;eu te re-inventei&lt;br /&gt;e é por isso que&lt;br /&gt;não mais estamos juntos [ . . . ]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obs: pintura de John Mellencamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5910278930098463055?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5910278930098463055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/alguns-poemas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5910278930098463055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5910278930098463055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/alguns-poemas.html' title=''/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SvbMm_v39fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DmJDys-Njks/s72-c/jm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7840460477913486728</id><published>2009-10-14T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:05:30.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Arnaldo Antunes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/StXMfuEzvDI/AAAAAAAAACE/LrgQn1dkTeY/s1600-h/terra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/StXMfuEzvDI/AAAAAAAAACE/LrgQn1dkTeY/s200/terra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392440974162246706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As pedras são muito mais lentas do que os animais. As plantas exalam mais cheiro quando a chuva cai. As andorinhas quando chega o inverno voam até o verão. Os pombos gostam de milho e de migalhas de pão. As chuvas vêm da água que o sol evapora. Os homens quando vêm de longe trazem malas. Os peixes quando nadam junto formam um cardume. As larvas viram borboletas dentro dos casulos. Os dedos dos pés evitam que se caia. Os sábios ficam em silêncio quando os outros falam. As máquinas de fazer nada não estão quebradas. Os rabos dos macacos servem como braços. Os rabos dos cachorros servem como risos. As vacas comem duas vezes a mesma comida. As páginas foram escritas para serem lidas. As árvores podem viver mais tempo que as pessoas. Os elefantes e golfinhos têm boa memória. Palavras podem ser usadas de muitas maneiras. Os fósforos só podem ser usados uma vez. Os vidros quando estão bem limpos quase não se vê. Chicletes são para mastigar mas não para engolir. Os dromedários têm uma corcova e os camelos duas. As meias-noites duram menos do que os meios-dias. As tartarugas nascem em ovos mas não são aves. As baleias vivem na água mas não são peixes. Os dentes quando a gente escova ficam brancos. Cabelos quando ficam velhos ficam brancos. As músicas dos índios fazem cair chuva. Os corpos dos mortos enterrados adubam a terra. Os carros fazem muitas curvas para subir a serra. Crianças gostam de fazer perguntas sobre tudo. Nem todas as respostas cabem num adulto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-7840460477913486728?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7840460477913486728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-arnaldo-antunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7840460477913486728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7840460477913486728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-arnaldo-antunes.html' title='Por Arnaldo Antunes....'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/StXMfuEzvDI/AAAAAAAAACE/LrgQn1dkTeY/s72-c/terra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-3782878429323047709</id><published>2009-10-03T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:48:15.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos a andar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" name="BM1"&gt;          &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Vamos a andar&lt;br /&gt; En verso y vida atentos&lt;br /&gt; Levantando el recinto&lt;br /&gt; Del pan y la verdad&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SsfwHdXNBVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y7eTRJL-Lb0/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SsfwHdXNBVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y7eTRJL-Lb0/s200/610x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388539490103788882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vamos a andar&lt;br /&gt; Matando el egoísmo&lt;br /&gt; Para que por lo mismo&lt;br /&gt; Reviva la amistad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vamos a andar&lt;br /&gt; Hundiendo al poderoso&lt;br /&gt; Alzando al perezoso&lt;br /&gt; Sumando a los demás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vamos a andar&lt;br /&gt; Con todas las banderas&lt;br /&gt; Trenzadas de manera&lt;br /&gt; Que no haya soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vamos a andar&lt;br /&gt; Para llegar&lt;br /&gt; A la vida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfU_xx8az-o"&gt;Por Silvio Rodriguez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-3782878429323047709?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3782878429323047709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/vamos-andar-vamos-andar-en-verso-y-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3782878429323047709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/3782878429323047709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/vamos-andar-vamos-andar-en-verso-y-vida.html' title='Vamos a andar'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SsfwHdXNBVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y7eTRJL-Lb0/s72-c/610x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4021736905475916643</id><published>2009-10-01T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:14:56.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SsViDaMaBLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WAN6ryWTer4/s1600-h/bb+glasses.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SsViDaMaBLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WAN6ryWTer4/s200/bb+glasses.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387820339929154738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4021736905475916643?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4021736905475916643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/bb_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4021736905475916643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4021736905475916643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/bb_01.html' title='B.B.'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SsViDaMaBLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WAN6ryWTer4/s72-c/bb+glasses.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5606249445073376416</id><published>2009-10-01T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:13:36.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.B.</title><content type='html'>Não se deixe seduzir!&lt;br /&gt;Não existe caminho de volta.&lt;br /&gt;O dia já se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;E já se sente o frio da noite&lt;br /&gt;A manhã não virá nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixe enganar!&lt;br /&gt;A vida é pouca coisa.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso bebê-la em grandes goles!&lt;br /&gt;Vocês não terão bebido o bastante&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegar a hora de deixá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixem envolver!&lt;br /&gt;Vocês não terão tempo bastante!&lt;br /&gt;Deixem apodrecer os cadáveres.&lt;br /&gt;A vida leva-os sempre&lt;br /&gt;E não se vive senão uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixem arrastar&lt;br /&gt;Aos trabalhos e às galeras.&lt;br /&gt;De que, então, vocês têm medo?&lt;br /&gt;Como todos os animais, vocês morrerão&lt;br /&gt;E depois da morte não há mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraído do livro:&lt;br /&gt;BRECHT - Vida e Obra&lt;br /&gt;Fernado Peixoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5606249445073376416?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5606249445073376416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/bb.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5606249445073376416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5606249445073376416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/bb.html' title='B.B.'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-5435036734134228212</id><published>2009-09-20T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:14:00.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SrbFHhZ1fFI/AAAAAAAAABs/HCFb7QObQBc/s1600-h/Cais_Mau%C3%A1_Porto_Alegre_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 69px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SrbFHhZ1fFI/AAAAAAAAABs/HCFb7QObQBc/s200/Cais_Mau%C3%A1_Porto_Alegre_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383707137584495698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mais uma noite que se torna dia e nós aqui nessa agonia&lt;br /&gt;Mental, física e espiritual&lt;br /&gt;Estamos ardendo como tal&lt;br /&gt;Chamas de terror congelam nossa imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Tentam nos dopar com sexo, drogas e televisão&lt;br /&gt;Com sua sórdida programação&lt;br /&gt;Discursos vazios mas cheios de emoção&lt;br /&gt;Assim, utilizam-se da sensibilidade como uma razão&lt;br /&gt;Para convencer a multidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, jovens, somos a força para transformar esse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos aceitar esse papo tão velho e cansado&lt;br /&gt;De que as coisas são e serão assim e que estamos todos ferrados&lt;br /&gt;Não! Sabemos que somos e fazemos a história e não estamos acabados&lt;br /&gt;O que ontem era a entrada, hoje é a saída&lt;br /&gt;O que ontem era a crença, hoje é a mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, necessitamos de muita voz para sermos ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;E como a palavra certa causa indigestão&lt;br /&gt;No organismo de quem está acostumado a falsidades&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos de muito mais que uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Para expressar nossa decisão&lt;br /&gt;Em lutarmos contra toda essa opressão&lt;br /&gt;Em nível mental e em nível social&lt;br /&gt;Plantada em nosso coração, por uma 'bela' criação&lt;br /&gt;(Que não tem nada haver com uma boa educação)&lt;br /&gt;Pelos hipócritaas cristãos que cantam uma linda oração&lt;br /&gt;Que fala de amor e de perdão&lt;br /&gt;E nas ruas, matam com a indiferença seus irmãos   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida, essa palavra tem muitos significados&lt;br /&gt;Mas acreditamos que seja mais que um fado&lt;br /&gt;E que podemos aproveitá-la e recriá-la&lt;br /&gt;Com uma visão de mundo diferente da fabricada&lt;br /&gt;Em mentes tão pequenas e egoístas&lt;br /&gt;Aquela vidinha fútil que te dá náuseas,&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que andam por esse mundo espalhando horror&lt;br /&gt;Chega de tanta estupidez e de tanta violência!&lt;br /&gt;Temos de viver para a vida e não para o medo!&lt;br /&gt;Temos que viver, precisamos disso, agora e&lt;br /&gt;Não depois, nem no céu, nem no inferno..."&lt;br /&gt;Rafaela Escher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-5435036734134228212?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5435036734134228212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflexoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5435036734134228212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/5435036734134228212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflexoes.html' title='Reflexões'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SrbFHhZ1fFI/AAAAAAAAABs/HCFb7QObQBc/s72-c/Cais_Mau%C3%A1_Porto_Alegre_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4358760265155493793</id><published>2009-09-17T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:45:55.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém me habita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SrKffqvk4QI/AAAAAAAAABc/xe5tGMBiOvg/s1600-h/%25E0%2520espera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SrKffqvk4QI/AAAAAAAAABc/xe5tGMBiOvg/s200/%25E0%2520espera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382539871059763458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "Ninguém me habita.&lt;br /&gt;A não ser o milagre da matéria&lt;br /&gt;que me faz capaz de amor,&lt;br /&gt;e o mistério da memória&lt;br /&gt;que urde o tempo em meus neurônios,&lt;br /&gt;para que eu, vivendo agora,&lt;br /&gt;possa me rever no outrora.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me habita.&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho resvalo pelos declives&lt;br /&gt;onde me esperam, me chamam&lt;br /&gt;(meu ser me diz se as atendo)&lt;br /&gt;feiúras que me fascinam,&lt;br /&gt;belezas que me endoidecem..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Thiago Melllo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4358760265155493793?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4358760265155493793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/ninguem-me-habita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4358760265155493793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4358760265155493793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/ninguem-me-habita.html' title='Ninguém me habita'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SrKffqvk4QI/AAAAAAAAABc/xe5tGMBiOvg/s72-c/%25E0%2520espera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-4013162381887522616</id><published>2009-09-12T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T06:34:16.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compañero Presidente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/Squgsb-lhBI/AAAAAAAAABU/ICI6FbRp5oI/s1600-h/chileeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/Squgsb-lhBI/AAAAAAAAABU/ICI6FbRp5oI/s200/chileeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380570865109140498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Un buen día decidiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;caminar junto a tu pueblo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;conocerlo y respetarlo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y representarlo entero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En cuántos años de lucha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de consecuencia y desvelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;recorriste palmo a palmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desde Arica hasta el Estrecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siempre quisieron quebrarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;con calumnias y atropellos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y tú caminabas firme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junto a las filas del pueblo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El año setenta justo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sacaste un blanco pañuelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que iluminó nuestra patria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fue en la Alameda, recuerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entregaste a la mujer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;al niño, al trabajador,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;un ancho y largo camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;por un mañana mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero ya desde las sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se ocultaba el asesino:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;te querían de rodillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y no con el talle erguido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El once muy de mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sabiendo lo que pasaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fuiste el primero en la lucha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;con corazón y metralla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Déjame hacerte un poema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bienamado Salvador,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;déjame gritar tu nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desde el Cuzco hasta Bankog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La historia no se detiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ni con represión ni muerte;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;son tus últimas palabras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;compañero presidente.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjSF-Qs6mEQ"&gt;Ángel Parra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjSF-Qs6mEQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Uma homenagem a Allende e aos meus amigos Sixto, Silvia, Carmen, Elaine, Jorge, Marcela e muitos outros chilenos que viveram e lutaram e ainda lutam contra as barbáries de um tempo sangrento, fascista. Como diz Carmen: "Gritemos: -Para que nunca más!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-4013162381887522616?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4013162381887522616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/companero-presidente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4013162381887522616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/4013162381887522616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/companero-presidente.html' title='Compañero Presidente'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/Squgsb-lhBI/AAAAAAAAABU/ICI6FbRp5oI/s72-c/chileeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7912219651666602824</id><published>2009-09-09T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:01:49.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trecho de um romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Minha memória é uma cova funda, onde enterrei todos os meus mortos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minha cabeça é uma montanha esburacada, por onde escoam todos os detritos do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meu coração não bate, apanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E os meus pés estão sempre tropeçando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pára, pensamento, pára. Um instantinho só, por favor. Preciso esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O quê? Tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chega de sofrimento, quero o alento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É a memória - e não a dor - que faz você se lembrar de centenas de ruas selvagens e ermas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Li isso em "Luz de Agosto", mas já faz muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cite um absurdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O brado retumbante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um homem rastejante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O céu da pátria nesse instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cite o pior de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Diga qualquer coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A paz a gente só encontra na morte ou quem morre acaba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.antoniotorres.com.br/"&gt;ANTÔNIO TORRES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, escritor baiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trechos de “Um cão uivando para a Lua” (1972)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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romance'/><author><name>rbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849157714063265514</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-132906257236529270.post-7710912380366528393</id><published>2009-09-09T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T06:33:01.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velho Lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"...chega de complicar&lt;br /&gt;É hora de ensinar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca é tarde pra aprender&lt;br /&gt;Se o sonho acabou&lt;br /&gt;Tenta não esquecer&lt;br /&gt;A gente fez ele acontecer..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Canção "Velho lugar" de Charles Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-7710912380366528393?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7710912380366528393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/velho-lugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7710912380366528393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132906257236529270/posts/default/7710912380366528393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/velho-lugar.html' title='Velho 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por Raul Seixas&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às 3 horas da manhã na cidade tão estranha&lt;br /&gt;Um palhaço teve a manha de um banquete apresentar&lt;br /&gt;E era um latão de lixo transbordando em Nova Iorque catchup e caviar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eu dormindo embriagado, um par de coxas do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;E eu sem saber se devia ou não tocar&lt;br /&gt;Se era estrangeira, mãe, esposa ou outra besteira&lt;br /&gt;Que eu inventei de aprontar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O hoje é apenas um furo no futuro&lt;br /&gt;Por onde o passado começa a jorrar&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui isolado onde nada é perdoado&lt;br /&gt;Vi o fim chamando o princípio pra poderem se encontrar"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fui levado na marra, pois enfermeiro quando agarra&lt;br /&gt;É que nem ordem de prisão&lt;br /&gt;A ambulância me esperava, e aí o que rolava, internamento einjeção&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E lá em Serra Pelada, ouro no meio do nada&lt;br /&gt;Dor de barriga desgraçada resolveu me atacar&lt;br /&gt;O show estava começando e eu no escuro me apertando&lt;br /&gt;E autografando sem parar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas mulheres eu amei e com tantas me casei&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora é Raul Seixas que Raul vai encarar&lt;br /&gt;Nem todo bem que conquistei, nem todo mal que eu causei&lt;br /&gt;Me dão direito de poder lhe ensinar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meu amigo Marceleza já me disse com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Não sou nenhuma ficção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  E é assim torto de verdade com amor e com maldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Um abraço e até outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Essa é a letra da música/testamento de um brasileiro 'nato', um cara dakeles!!!&lt;br /&gt;Homenagem a Raul Seixas, esse baiano faz falta!&lt;br /&gt;Toca Raul!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Wmf6d3nEuA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Ouça a música&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132906257236529270-1133511218101451639?l=ideiaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1133511218101451639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/banquete-de-lixo.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132906257236529270.post-7775896571713157658</id><published>2009-09-07T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:55:46.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 de setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="comp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lang"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É princípio de janeiro o ano vai começar&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez eu garanto tudo vai ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Mas só depois de fevereiro e do carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Acordamos de ressaca e caímos na real!&lt;br /&gt;Março ainda é cedo, dá prá gente esperar&lt;br /&gt;E ver como o mês de abril vai entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maio o ano engrenou, a rotina está de volta&lt;br /&gt;Junho, julho e agosto parecem tão iguais&lt;br /&gt;E te deixam tão feliz por já terem ido embora&lt;br /&gt;7 de setembro em comemoração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ponho a mão no coração&lt;br /&gt;E canto uma canção um tanto patriótica&lt;br /&gt;E todos os que foram embora&lt;br /&gt;Prá nunca mais voltar, fazem coro agora&lt;br /&gt;Hum, eu vou voltar!&lt;br /&gt;Prô meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem a sua hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece brincadeira, mas outubro já chegou&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida é só mais uma primavera&lt;br /&gt;Novembro e dezembro anunciam o natal&lt;br /&gt;E trazem à lembrança os que estão longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SqUerbGxAeI/AAAAAAAAABE/3VUJWlh-d3w/s1600-h/brasili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_dpNdNJ56Q/SqUerbGxAeI/AAAAAAAAABE/3VUJWlh-d3w/s200/brasili.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378739061323268578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Canção de Nei Van Soria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Platoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Psicose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O senhor das armas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21 gramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Coisas que perdemos pelo caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3 efes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Valentin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A escolha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Insonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Além da linha vermelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 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motocicleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Macht point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amores brutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O bom pastor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os últimos passos de um homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pecados de guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thelma e Louise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No vale das sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Redacted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Medos e delírios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A noite 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