<?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-6090890443857193682</id><updated>2012-01-18T22:22:21.082-08:00</updated><category term='Natal'/><category term='Paz'/><category term='Religião'/><category term='Qualquer Merda.'/><category term='Nothing'/><category term='Sentimentos'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='Guerra'/><category term='Love.'/><category term='Eternidade.'/><category term='Everything'/><category term='Festividades'/><category term='Desabafo.'/><category term='palavras'/><title type='text'>See What I See</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' 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Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1196802819653045517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1196802819653045517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-ha-cura-sem-caridade.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1108452477898016118</id><published>2011-10-01T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:37:22.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu só quero dizer que, por fim, eu sei que mergulhar em mim mesmo é onde eu encontro a paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1108452477898016118?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1108452477898016118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-so-quero-dizer-que-por-fim-eu-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1108452477898016118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1108452477898016118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-so-quero-dizer-que-por-fim-eu-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-5985250495239670751</id><published>2011-08-07T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:07:08.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Escrevamos então sobre o que é o amor, e de onde ele vem, e de onde tudo se acomoda, e donde as coisas a mais permanecem.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o que se pode mais alguém fazer sobre o amor do que tentar descrevê-lo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lilo e Crisla&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-5985250495239670751?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/5985250495239670751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/08/escrevamos-entao-sobre-o-que-e-o-amor-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5985250495239670751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5985250495239670751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/08/escrevamos-entao-sobre-o-que-e-o-amor-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8914638847116291391</id><published>2011-07-26T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T06:46:15.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"(...) o amor não se nega ou se conquista, nasce como bem quer e cresce pela força de dois, e não de um só, quando se é mais que verdadeiro. Quando se é puro e belo. Quando se é único e mútuo. A reciprocidade de algo assim não existe todos os dias (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lilo e Crisla&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8914638847116291391?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8914638847116291391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8914638847116291391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8914638847116291391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-6783944699453688846</id><published>2011-07-11T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:05:23.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People will try to let you down. And you have to be strong to not do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-6783944699453688846?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/6783944699453688846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/07/people-will-try-to-let-you-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6783944699453688846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6783944699453688846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/07/people-will-try-to-let-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8266576383401187575</id><published>2011-06-28T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:13:40.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"(...) I cannot be destroyed. I cannot be destroyed, I will never be destroyed and they will never destroyed my kingdom (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lady GaGa&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8266576383401187575?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8266576383401187575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8266576383401187575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8266576383401187575'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-7548835416580221652?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7548835416580221652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-would-be-if-i-am-not-connected-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7548835416580221652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7548835416580221652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-would-be-if-i-am-not-connected-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-5423889726581838644</id><published>2011-06-15T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:36:35.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tem vezes que ser voz na escuridão é como ser fogo em meio ao frio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-5423889726581838644?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/5423889726581838644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/tem-vezes-que-ser-voz-na-escuridao-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5423889726581838644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5423889726581838644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/tem-vezes-que-ser-voz-na-escuridao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-278081602920025662</id><published>2011-06-14T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:33:47.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would happen if one day my heart stop beating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-278081602920025662?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/278081602920025662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-would-happen-if-one-day-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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quiser, eu reviro o mundo atrás do que quero. Eu busco na imensidão do céu azul ou na escuridão dos oceanos o que mais almejo para mim, para ti, para quem eu queira dar o que é meu de direito ou de conquista. Se eu quiser, tudo posso e tudo faço. A única coisa que me prende é a mim mesmo e nada mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-6867183631200768896?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/6867183631200768896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-se-eu-quiser-eu-reviro-o-mundo-atras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6867183631200768896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6867183631200768896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-se-eu-quiser-eu-reviro-o-mundo-atras.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-933405063813407921</id><published>2011-06-08T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T10:17:21.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Protect me from what I want. Protect me from who I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-933405063813407921?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/933405063813407921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/protect-me-from-what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/933405063813407921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/933405063813407921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/protect-me-from-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-6990541020221230487</id><published>2011-06-06T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:06:49.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Uma parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;é todo mundo:&lt;br /&gt;outra parte é ninguém:&lt;br /&gt;fundo sem fundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;é multidão:&lt;br /&gt;outra parte estranheza&lt;br /&gt;e solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;pesa, pondera:&lt;br /&gt;outra parte&lt;br /&gt;delira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;é permanente:&lt;br /&gt;outra parte&lt;br /&gt;se sabe de repente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;é só vertigem:&lt;br /&gt;outra parte,&lt;br /&gt;linguagem.&lt;br /&gt;(...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Traduzir-se, Ferreira Gullar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-6990541020221230487?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/6990541020221230487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/uma-parte-de-mim-e-todo-mundo-outra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6990541020221230487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6990541020221230487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/uma-parte-de-mim-e-todo-mundo-outra.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1842206769684444894</id><published>2011-06-02T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:40:04.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you can't handle that right now, don't try. Wait your moment to be forever strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1842206769684444894?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1842206769684444894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-you-cant-handle-that-right-now-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1842206769684444894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1842206769684444894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-you-cant-handle-that-right-now-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-3826056959896969198</id><published>2011-05-29T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:38:20.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You used to be everything to me, but now I am everything I've got. And I'm proud and glad about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-3826056959896969198?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/3826056959896969198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-used-to-be-everything-to-me-but-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3826056959896969198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3826056959896969198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-used-to-be-everything-to-me-but-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-5864294528007040345</id><published>2011-05-23T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:19:44.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ich liebe dich&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich nicht&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich nicht mehr&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich nicht mehr oder weniger als du&lt;br /&gt;Als du mich geliebt hast&lt;br /&gt;Als du mich noch geliebt hast"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wo Bist Du, Rammstein&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-5864294528007040345?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/5864294528007040345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/05/ich-liebe-dich-ich-liebe-dich-nicht-ich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5864294528007040345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5864294528007040345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/05/ich-liebe-dich-ich-liebe-dich-nicht-ich.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-6075532963528543614</id><published>2011-05-19T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:19:37.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't ask me to understand your acts 'cause I have done this for a long time, but they don't make sense anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-6075532963528543614?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/6075532963528543614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-ask-me-to-understand-your-acts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6075532963528543614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6075532963528543614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-ask-me-to-understand-your-acts.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1894048422390354483</id><published>2011-05-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:12:22.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People tell me they like me and I always say “no you don’t.” They say “Give me a chance to prove it” and so I do.&lt;br /&gt;Then they leave.&lt;br /&gt;“See, I told you.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1894048422390354483?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1894048422390354483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/05/people-tell-me-they-like-me-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1894048422390354483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1894048422390354483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/05/people-tell-me-they-like-me-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-7382815173599611633</id><published>2011-04-24T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:29:48.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O dia que eu não me importar mais, será o dia em que você vai perceber o que perdeu de verdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-7382815173599611633?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7382815173599611633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-dia-que-eu-nao-me-importar-mais-sera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7382815173599611633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7382815173599611633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-dia-que-eu-nao-me-importar-mais-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-3132269682958015622</id><published>2011-04-19T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:16:36.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A minha espada é a palavra do amor&lt;br /&gt;O meu escudo é a bondade no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;E o meu elmo são os dons do meu senhor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Guerreiros Da Paz&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-3132269682958015622?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/3132269682958015622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/minha-espada-e-palavra-do-amor-o-meu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3132269682958015622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3132269682958015622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/minha-espada-e-palavra-do-amor-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-7942447418216232862</id><published>2011-04-14T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:32:33.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People change. Memories not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-7942447418216232862?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7942447418216232862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7942447418216232862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7942447418216232862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1903388230808666543</id><published>2011-04-14T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:23:32.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, it was not easy to me loose you, but I realized that you can't loose what you have never had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1903388230808666543?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1903388230808666543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-it-was-not-easy-to-me-loose-you-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1903388230808666543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1903388230808666543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-it-was-not-easy-to-me-loose-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8039207506880690220</id><published>2011-04-13T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:44:45.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Se isso lhe serve de consolação, que se antes de cada ato nosso nós pudéssemos prever todas as consequências dele, a pensar nelas a sério, primeiro as imediatas, depois as prováveis, depois as possíveis, depois as imagináveis, não chegaríamos se quer a mover-nos de onde o primeiro pensamento nos tivesse feito parar. Os bons e os maus resultados dos nossos ditos e obras vão se distribuindo, supõe-se que de uma forma bastante uniforme e equilibrada, por todo os dias do futuro, incluindo aqueles, infindáveis, em que já cá não estaremos para pode comprova-los, para congratular-nos ou pedir perdão, aliás, há quem diga que isso é que é a imortalidade de que tanto se fala.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;José Saramago&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8039207506880690220?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8039207506880690220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-isso-lhe-serve-de-consolacao-que-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8039207506880690220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8039207506880690220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-isso-lhe-serve-de-consolacao-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-460383617614607482</id><published>2011-04-08T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:16:32.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes, the things you most want doesn't happen. And, sometimes the things you'd never expect happen does. (...)&lt;br /&gt;You meet thousands of people and none of that really touch you. And then you meet one person, and your lifes changes forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love And Other Drugs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-460383617614607482?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/460383617614607482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-things-you-most-want-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/460383617614607482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/460383617614607482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-things-you-most-want-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-6709851619714988399</id><published>2011-04-05T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:12:02.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't forget to love yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-6709851619714988399?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/6709851619714988399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-forget-to-love-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6709851619714988399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6709851619714988399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-forget-to-love-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8290659218150118319</id><published>2011-03-28T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:30:47.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Pode ser que a minha verdade seja para ti mentira."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Caim - José Saramago&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8290659218150118319?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8290659218150118319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/03/pode-ser-que-minha-verdade-seja-para-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8290659218150118319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8290659218150118319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/03/pode-ser-que-minha-verdade-seja-para-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1706336430552867189</id><published>2011-03-13T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:11:37.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A sensação do esquecimento me abate por todo o dia, mas é algo já acostumado ao meu corpo, a minha mente. Ao meu coração. Saber que, bem ou mal, querendo ou não, eu esquecerei não mais é tão enlouquecedor quanto antes. Entorpece sim. Mas enlouquecedor não.Só em alguns momentos de maiores desesperos, mas não me destrói. Eu acho. Os sorrisos desapareceram, as vozes sumiram. Aqueles olhares não mais existem e eu não sinto mais o toque macio dos cabelos com meus dedos. Isso tudo existiu, claro. Minha mente não me deixa esquecer, meu coração me obriga a lembrar. Mas, ambos estão esquecidos demais para lembrar de algo mais. O cheiro jaz em alguma parte do mundo com o vento, não mais comigo. E isso, não mais me entristesse. A saudade e a vontade de ter algo a dizer sobre um amor que nunca aconteceu é linda e existe sim, dentro de mim. Mas, já está na hora de velhos fantasmas irem embora, exorcizados pelo meu esquecimento. Existem novos fantasmas a serem incluídos e amados platônicamente. Novos fantasmas que se tornarão meus fantasmas, aqueles que me assombrarão em alguns meses, talvez anos. E estes fantasmas, bem, eles serão esquecidos como eu me esqueci dos outros. Como eu esqueci de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1706336430552867189?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1706336430552867189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/03/sensacao-do-esquecimento-me-abate-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1706336430552867189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1706336430552867189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/03/sensacao-do-esquecimento-me-abate-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-571879066280974699</id><published>2011-03-09T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:03:46.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"J: Then, until when do you think you can stay here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Until we die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: But if one of us dies first, then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: We'll die with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Would you really die together with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: You know what? Just because our breath stops at the same time doesn't necessarily means we're dying together. Even if I stay alive after you die, that won't mean I'm actually alive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antoniê &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-571879066280974699?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/571879066280974699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/03/j-then-until-when-do-you-think-you-can.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/571879066280974699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/571879066280974699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/03/j-then-until-when-do-you-think-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8080581627620961683</id><published>2011-02-27T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:22:50.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estivera aqui alguém que eu conheço há anos. Alguém que, por Destino, sou eu. Mas, este eu não existe mais. Não por enquanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8080581627620961683?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8080581627620961683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/02/estivera-aqui-alguem-que-eu-conheco-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8080581627620961683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8080581627620961683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/02/estivera-aqui-alguem-que-eu-conheco-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-4294922060234794364</id><published>2011-02-04T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:24:09.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu queria saber pra onde vocês se foram. De repente parece que seus passos foram mais rápidos que os meus e eu não mais consigo ver vocês, mesmo com toda a claridade que se formou em minha mente de uns tmepos pra cá. Eu gostaria de encontrá-los novamente, sentir o que vocês sentem e poder descrever, a minha maneira, tudo o que eu puder sobre seus sentimentos e pensamentos. sobre seus corações. Só fazem algumas horas que vocês sumiram, e eu já sinto falta de vocês. Acho que é pela quase certeza de que os perdi para sempre. Ou talvez não. Dessa vez não será um "tanto faz". Quero vocês de volta. Quero saber onde foram. Eu quero saber onde eu fui, de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-4294922060234794364?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/4294922060234794364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-queria-saber-pra-onde-voces-se-foram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4294922060234794364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4294922060234794364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-queria-saber-pra-onde-voces-se-foram.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-455200162983544904</id><published>2011-01-31T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:32:56.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Seus olhos meu clarão&lt;div&gt;   Me guiam dentro da escuridão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Seus pés me abrem o caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Eu sigo e nunca me sinto só."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Tribalistas - Velha Infância&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-455200162983544904?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/455200162983544904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/01/seus-olhos-meu-clarao-me-guiam-dentro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/455200162983544904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/455200162983544904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/01/seus-olhos-meu-clarao-me-guiam-dentro.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-5849642885545294201</id><published>2011-01-22T16:03:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:03:56.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one really needs to know where you were when you left. Only you need this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-5849642885545294201?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/5849642885545294201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-one-really-needs-to-know-where-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5849642885545294201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5849642885545294201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-one-really-needs-to-know-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-4380206241763299193</id><published>2011-01-18T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T07:52:17.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just want to write in my room walls phrases and stories that i've heard before or exist only inside my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-4380206241763299193?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/4380206241763299193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-just-want-to-write-in-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4380206241763299193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4380206241763299193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-just-want-to-write-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1075995047797642282</id><published>2011-01-12T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:24:15.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Vivi pra você. Morri pra você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(&lt;i&gt;Ana Carolina - Vai&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1075995047797642282?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1075995047797642282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/01/vivi-pra-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1075995047797642282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1075995047797642282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2011/01/vivi-pra-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-9070856718075520086</id><published>2010-12-26T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:03:54.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Help, I'm alive. My heart keeps beating like a hummer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(&lt;i&gt;Metric - Help, I'm alive&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-9070856718075520086?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/9070856718075520086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/help-im-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/9070856718075520086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/9070856718075520086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/help-im-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1319488347420878769</id><published>2010-12-24T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:12:47.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/TRUmClTyzaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8GFh7Bw7Cwg/s400/2166175662_c70c5b3480_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554387541248101794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I wish i were a raven on the shoulders of my lord. I would give him sweet advice and speak in wisdom's tongue. I would fly with Odin to the edges of the world and there we'd speak of times gone by and sing of times to come."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt; Litha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1319488347420878769?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1319488347420878769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wish-i-were-raven-on-shoulders-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1319488347420878769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1319488347420878769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wish-i-were-raven-on-shoulders-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/TRUmClTyzaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8GFh7Bw7Cwg/s72-c/2166175662_c70c5b3480_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-4517600260031574109</id><published>2010-12-16T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:34:28.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And if I say goodbye? What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-4517600260031574109?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/4517600260031574109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-if-i-say-goodbye-what-would-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4517600260031574109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4517600260031574109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-if-i-say-goodbye-what-would-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-4359556392683877681</id><published>2010-12-16T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:09:31.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Então venha, gire sua rosa branca em suas mãos e deixe à música guiá-lo! Permita que tudo aconteça, de forma que não exista mais o que separa você do Universo ao seu redor. Limitar-se é somente uma questão de pensamento ou condição pessoal. Cada um pode ser o que quiser, basta saber dançar e girar sua própria rosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-4359556392683877681?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/4359556392683877681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/entao-venha-gire-sua-rosa-branca-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4359556392683877681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4359556392683877681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/entao-venha-gire-sua-rosa-branca-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-4085169512279608488</id><published>2010-12-15T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:43:06.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"- Sabe, eu cansei disso tudo!&lt;div&gt;- Cansou nada, você ama isso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não amo mesmo! Quero mais é que tudo exploda e vire cinzas, estarei longe daqui mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Você não vai embora, sabe disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E por quê acha que não? Sabe que, quando eu quiser, troco tudo isso por um momento de paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Porquê tudo o que tem aqui é tudo criação sua. Tudo aqui é amor seu. Aqui, ninguém é perfeito, e é erro seu achar que faz tudo certo para que todos estejam sempre ao seu redor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E acha que isso me mantem aqui? Continuo querendo partir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E é por isso mesmo que sei que você não vai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E por quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Porquê você é seu próprio motivo para permanecer. Tudo isso é você. Não se pode fugir de si mesmo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-4085169512279608488?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/4085169512279608488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/sabe-eu-cansei-disso-tudo-cansou-nada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4085169512279608488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4085169512279608488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/sabe-eu-cansei-disso-tudo-cansou-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-2258385895465352852</id><published>2010-12-14T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:09:01.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Meet me where the skys touches the sea.&lt;div&gt;  Wait for me where the world begin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-2258385895465352852?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/2258385895465352852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/meet-me-where-skys-touches-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2258385895465352852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2258385895465352852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/meet-me-where-skys-touches-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-2480338550199356658</id><published>2010-12-07T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:35:03.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Mudaram as estações, nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que alguma coisa  aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo assim tão diferente&lt;br /&gt;Se lembra quando a gente  chegou um dia a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo era pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber, que o pra  sempre, sempre acaba&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada vai conseguir mudar o que ficou&lt;br /&gt;Quando  penso em alguém só penso em você&lt;br /&gt;E aí, então, estamos bem&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com  tantos motivos&lt;br /&gt;Pra deixar tudo como está&lt;br /&gt;Nem desistir, nem tentar agora  tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Estamos indo de volta pra casa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(&lt;i&gt;Cássia Eller - Por Enquanto&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-2480338550199356658?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/2480338550199356658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/mudaram-as-estacoes-nada-mudou-mas-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2480338550199356658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2480338550199356658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/mudaram-as-estacoes-nada-mudou-mas-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-7955343705567423985</id><published>2010-12-04T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:46:58.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inexistente eu seria se não fosse feito de &lt;b&gt;Luz&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-7955343705567423985?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7955343705567423985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/inexistente-eu-seria-se-nao-fosse-feito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7955343705567423985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7955343705567423985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/12/inexistente-eu-seria-se-nao-fosse-feito.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-3236069274503496855</id><published>2010-11-29T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:09:36.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E você acha que luta por ai. Lutando pra manter sorrisos e lutando pra ser alguém legal. Lutando por direitos seus, dos outros, nossos direitos. Lutando pra se manter lúcido, lutando pra se manter firme. E você espera lutar contra seus sentimentos, sufocando-os. Espera lutar com seus pensamentos, interceptando-os a nível biológico ou psicológico mesmo. Você luta, e luta, e luta e já acha que pode estar tudo certo na sua vida. Até que você dorme e descobre que existe um local onde tudo acontece, e você nada pode fazer para impedir: seus sonhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-3236069274503496855?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/3236069274503496855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-voce-acha-que-luta-por-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3236069274503496855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3236069274503496855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-voce-acha-que-luta-por-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-7402490266182647748</id><published>2010-11-25T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:50:35.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"E mesmo que eu tentasse organizar tudo em um gesto de desespero, as palavras tornavam a se espalhar pelo ar, caiam pelo chão, iam embora com minha respiração. Era como se tudo começasse a desfazer um sentido, e eu não pudesse mais me comunicar como eu queria. Eu não mais encontrava palavras para dizer o que penso e sinto, e isso me angustiava. Eu teria de dormir tampando meus ouvidos para que palavras não fugissem mais de mim? Então, logo mais, eu só respondia com os olhos, aquilo que eu queria expor em gritos e vinha de dentro do meu coração. Só meus olhos. Só eles sabiam o que eu sentia."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Para Jéssica&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-7402490266182647748?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7402490266182647748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-mesmo-que-eu-tentasse-organizar-tudo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7402490266182647748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7402490266182647748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-mesmo-que-eu-tentasse-organizar-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-2523912715087613843</id><published>2010-11-23T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:10:41.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Descartável eu seria se não soubesse pensar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-2523912715087613843?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/2523912715087613843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/descartavel-eu-seria-se-nao-soubesse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2523912715087613843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2523912715087613843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/descartavel-eu-seria-se-nao-soubesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-7832796687495526181</id><published>2010-11-21T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T08:28:40.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Eu perco o sono e choro&lt;br /&gt;Sei que quase desespero&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei por  quê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite é muito longa,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou capaz de certas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não  quis fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguma coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Nisso tudo, faz sentido?&lt;br /&gt;A vida é  sempre um risco,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas e chuva&lt;br /&gt;Molham o vidro da  janela&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém me vê&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é muito injusto&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou plantão nos  meus problemas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe alguém&lt;br /&gt;Ou  algum motivo importante&lt;br /&gt;Que justifique a vida&lt;br /&gt;Ou pelo menos este  instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou contando as horas&lt;br /&gt;E fico ouvindo passos&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o  fim da história&lt;br /&gt;De mil e uma noites&lt;br /&gt;De suspense no meu  quarto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco o sono e choro&lt;br /&gt;Sei que quase desespero&lt;br /&gt;Mas não  sei por quê&lt;br /&gt;(Não sei por quê)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite é muito longa&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou capaz de  certas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não quis fazer&lt;br /&gt;Quis fazer&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe alguém  no mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou contando as horas&lt;br /&gt;E fico ouvindo passos&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe  o fim da história&lt;br /&gt;De mil e uma noites de suspense no meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;No meu  quarto..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Kid Abelha - Lagrimas de Chuva)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-7832796687495526181?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7832796687495526181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-perco-o-sono-e-choro-sei-que-quase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7832796687495526181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7832796687495526181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-perco-o-sono-e-choro-sei-que-quase.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-144223796708926630</id><published>2010-11-17T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:12:32.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tenho medo de chorar. Não porque acho que vocês vão embora, mas sim quando eu reencontrar vocês. Sinto-me como se fosse perder algo que sempre lutei para ter. Algo que eu acho que posso perder. Sei que, pelo que passamos, não posso perdê-los, mas eu tenho medo. Eu lutei tanto, tanto para mantê-los do meu lado. Eu lutei tanto para fazê-los felizes e afastar de cada um de vocês à dor desnecessária, às trevas, os olhares invejosos. Eu desisti de mim muitas vezes por vocês. Eu deixei-me de lado para amá-los com carinho e acalentá-los com sinceridade. Eu quis que vocês estivessem inteiros e respirando, mesmo que eu estivesse quebrado e sufocado. Mesmo que tudo me parecesse um borrão de infelicidade, eu forçava-me a enxergar tudo com clareza para vocês. Eu me dei, mesmo que sem palavras, por completo a todos vocês. Eu só agora tenho medo de ficar sozinho por perdê-los para outras pessoas. Por isso, quando eu abraçá-los, não pense em me compreenderem, e sim pensem em me sentirem. Tenho certeza que podem perceber o quanto meu coração acelera quando os vejo e os abraço. E, não tenham medo de me dizer que me amam. Eu preciso ouvir isso o tempo todo. Também não se privem de me fazer carinhos, falar coisinhas carinhosas, segurar minhas mãos. Cada pequeno gesto me dá confiança. Digam que sou importante, digam que eu valho a pena, digam que eu não sou um qualquer, que eu sou mais que isso. Digam que eu sou de verdade pra vocês. Mas, acima de tudo, demonstrem com fervor que me amam. Eu preciso ter gravado em mim um pouco mais disso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-144223796708926630?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/144223796708926630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-tenho-medo-de-chorar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/144223796708926630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/144223796708926630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-tenho-medo-de-chorar.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1611731467271560490</id><published>2010-11-16T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:54:18.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"(...) Se a fé remove até montanhas, o desejo é o que torna o irreal possível&lt;br /&gt;Não é  por isso que eu não possa estar feliz, sorrindo e cantando (...)&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dizer que eu não ligo,  eu digo o que eu sinto e o que eu sou. (...)"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Cássia Eller - Meu Mundo Ficaria Completo (Com Você)&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1611731467271560490?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1611731467271560490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1611731467271560490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1611731467271560490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-6814953760922664148</id><published>2010-11-15T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:04:12.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/TOFnxW2uXlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p3DL3sgwrVM/s1600/ai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/TOFnxW2uXlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p3DL3sgwrVM/s400/ai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539823114288782930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-6814953760922664148?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/6814953760922664148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6814953760922664148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6814953760922664148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/TOFnxW2uXlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p3DL3sgwrVM/s72-c/ai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-2895325670149242626</id><published>2010-11-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:36:49.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miserável eu realmente seria se não soubesse escrever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-2895325670149242626?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/2895325670149242626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/miseravel-eu-realmente-seria-se-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2895325670149242626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2895325670149242626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/miseravel-eu-realmente-seria-se-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-5393022483611897086</id><published>2010-11-08T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:37:16.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pudera eu minimizar esta dor que sentes em um coração já então desmerecido pela mesma. Dor esta que surge sem que percebas, mesmo que seja produto de um amor não correspondido por uma valorização acima da média. Enquanto não puderes ver que, em meio aos fatos que são multiplicados em teu interior, não poderá fugir desta navalha que corta-te de forma ligeira e fria, não existirá em teu interior forma alguma de paz forçada ou assinada como Tratado. Deixas de tentar entender a si mesmo por razões racionais. Entenda-se pelo simples prazer do sentir e do pulsar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-5393022483611897086?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/5393022483611897086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/pudera-eu-minimizar-esta-dor-que-sentes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5393022483611897086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5393022483611897086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/pudera-eu-minimizar-esta-dor-que-sentes.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-3310375720107026536</id><published>2010-11-04T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:00:02.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Sem-Razões Do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;"Eu te amo porque te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Não precisas ser amante,&lt;br /&gt;e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é estado de graça&lt;br /&gt;e com amor não se paga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é dado de graça,&lt;br /&gt;é semeado no vento,&lt;br /&gt;na cachoeira, no eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Amor foge a dicionários&lt;br /&gt;e a regulamentos vários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque não amo&lt;br /&gt;bastante ou demais a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor não se troca,&lt;br /&gt;não se conjuga nem se ama.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor é amor a nada,&lt;br /&gt;feliz e forte em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é primo da morte,&lt;br /&gt;e da morte vencedor,&lt;br /&gt;por mais que o matem (e matam)&lt;br /&gt;a cada instante de amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Carlos Drummond De Andrade&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-3310375720107026536?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/3310375720107026536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-sem-razoes-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3310375720107026536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3310375720107026536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-sem-razoes-do-amor.html' title='As Sem-Razões Do Amor'/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-9198626023492004722</id><published>2010-11-02T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:27:47.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se o mundo lhe diz não, então grite sim. O Universo está ao seu favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-9198626023492004722?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/9198626023492004722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-o-mundo-lhe-diz-nao-entao-grite-sim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/9198626023492004722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/9198626023492004722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-o-mundo-lhe-diz-nao-entao-grite-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8942691091509888426</id><published>2010-11-02T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:07:30.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E se eu tiver de ser mais forte do que eu sou, eu serei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8942691091509888426?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8942691091509888426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-se-eu-tiver-de-ser-mais-forte-do-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8942691091509888426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8942691091509888426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-se-eu-tiver-de-ser-mais-forte-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-4052598068555562999</id><published>2010-10-20T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:44:29.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacerdócio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Estudar Bruxaria alguns meses, talvez até mesmo o tão famoso “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;um ano e um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;”… Realizar alguns rituais em honra aos Deuses (ou não), praticar alguns feitiços, pendurar um pentagrama no pescoço e vestir uma capa ou as vezes nem mesmo isso – infelizmente para alguns esses atos, das quais os mesmos nem compreendem seu simbolismo, tornam-se atos suficientes para se auto-intitularem sacerdotisas e sacerdotes dos Antigos – quando não suma-sacerdotisas e sumo-sacerdotes Deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span id="more-4898"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alguns ao lerem esse texto poderão questionar e mencionar o fato de que na Bruxaria existem muitos caminhos, muitas sendas e muitas maneiras da mesma ser praticada. E isso sem dúvida é uma verdade irrefutável. Entretanto é indubitável que para se praticar qualquer tipo de Magia, ser bruxa ou sacerdote é IMPRESCINDÍVEL haver responsabilidade, aliada a um real conhecimento sobre o que se está fazendo e sobre o que significa trilhar um caminho espiritual pautado no autoconhecimento e no conhecimento sobre tudo aquilo que nos cerca. MAIS responsabilidade ainda quando se envolve outras pessoas na jornada e quando há estabelecido o dito “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;vínculo mágico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;”, isto é, dedicar e iniciar outras pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Percorri pelo menos quatro anos de estudo e muita prática antes de me auto-Iniciar na Arte. Andei mais algum tempo para receber uma Iniciação em um grupo e somente após muita intimidade, muita compreensão a respeito do meu próximo e dos meus Deuses, tornei-me capaz e senti-me verdadeiramente apto para transmitir a Iniciação e fazer de meus pupilos sacerdotes. Somente ao beirar uma década de Caminhada, estarei recebendo o reconhecimento de minha congregação para atingir o sumo-sacerdócio e me tornar responsável por um Coven e é dessa forma que tem sido com todos os grupos sérios conhecidos que não estão aí simplesmente para aparecer e brincar de fazer feitiço, mas para trazer de volta à tona aquilo que nossos antepassados ajudaram a jogar nas covas e fogueiras: O CULTO AO DIVINO DA TERRA, AOS DEUSES ANTIGOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E vejam, estou longe de querer afirmar que tempo é fator indispensável para definir o conhecimento ou a sabedoria de outrem. O fato é que existem coisas que estão estampadas no rosto de quem se expõe e na boca de quem fala – nos atos de quem os comete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Infelizmente, nossas crenças ainda tem sido alvo de ofensas e chacota pública – agora, nem sempre pelo fato de alguns acreditarem que cultuamos demônios ou deuses antigos – mas sim pelo horror que temos visto ao nos depararmos com pessoas, cujo realmente desconhecemos o verdadeiro objetivo, praticarem “Iniciações em massas”, se auto-proclamarem sumo-sacerdotes em três meses e fundarem covens em duas semanas. Que tipo de seriedade está sendo passada à comunidade, quando essa se depara com esse tipo de prática? Onde se encontra a responsabilidade, a coerência e o discernimento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Será que essas pessoas sabem o que significa serem sacerdotisas e sacerdotes do Divino? Independente da maneira que essas o chamem: Deusa, Deus, Deuses ou Grande Espírito, o Grande Corpo e Grande Mente Divina Universal faz de seus sacerdotes instrumentos sagrados atuando no mundo, não somente falsos arlequins apresentando rituais que não passam de um show de calouros e um enorme desrespeito àqueles que há muito estão suando, tentando dar uma visibilidade positiva ao Culto. Ser sacerdotisa ou sacerdote significa ser aquela ou aquele que conduzem o ato sacrifical, o sagrado ofício e conhecem profundamente o seu significado. Ministrar esse ato ao próximo demanda IMENSA RESPONSABILIDADE, pois este significa LITERALMENTE alimentar àquele que chega a sua porta e aos seus rituais. E em nome dos Deuses, só podemos servir o melhor – acima de tudo, saber preparar e conhecer o que estamos servindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Minha capa sacerdotal, minhas honrarias e meus instrumentos não possuiriam valor algum se não simbolizassem meu rastejar pela lama, meus literais auto-sacrifícios, meu acompanhar da vida e da morte de animais e humanos, o carregar de corpos e caixões, o ministrar de bênçãos às crianças, a enfermos, enamorados e moribundos, minhas antigas e modernas danças aos Deuses de minha Casa, às muitas vezes que conscientemente chorei e que ri com Eles, os meus ritos diários de culto e devoção incondicional Àqueles cujo dedico e entreguei minha vida como instrumento perpétuo e inviolável para Sua atuação no mundo e na minha comunidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ser bruxa(o) ou sacerdote(isa) significa ser mais do que ser mulher ou homem. Significa ser uma extensão viva e consciente da ação da Natureza em carne humana. Significa saber ministrar o sagrado ofício e conhecer sua profundidade e sua necessidade para a continuidade dos ciclos. Não basta falar ou aparecer, é preciso coerência, verdade e acima de tudo RESPONSABILIDADE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Revdo. Lugus Haraios Victorius D. Brigante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-4052598068555562999?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/4052598068555562999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/sacerdocio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4052598068555562999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4052598068555562999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/sacerdocio.html' title='Sacerdócio'/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-6709253832200891783</id><published>2010-10-20T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:16:10.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Abençoados sejamos por Aqueles que tudo vêem, tudo sabem e jamais se esquecem."&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/6090890443857193682-6709253832200891783?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/6709253832200891783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/abencoados-sejamos-por-aqueles-que-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6709253832200891783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6709253832200891783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/abencoados-sejamos-por-aqueles-que-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-5810600358502793400</id><published>2010-10-18T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:08:42.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Being me is more than i thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-5810600358502793400?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/5810600358502793400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/being-me-is-more-than-i-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5810600358502793400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5810600358502793400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/being-me-is-more-than-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-5667573474843125774</id><published>2010-10-14T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T06:01:44.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preparo-me um café.&lt;div&gt;Observo por alguns momentos o que seria uma rua, ou umas vidas. Era novamente uma situação ao qual eu não queria estar, mas eu me arrastava logo quando me deparava. A visão dos carros passando, com pessoas dentro ocupadas em suas vidas ocupadas. A visão das casas iluminadas por donas de casa já despertas pela manhã, ou das casas apagadas a espera de alguém que as ilumine. Maridos saindo para o trabalho, meninos e meninas saindo para estudar, mulheres saindo para lutar pelo seu lugar numa sociedade machista e velhas senhoras de idade indo a feira comprar a verdura fresca do dia. Faz parte também a dança realizada pelo vento ao redor de cada personagem que vejo, cada figura distinta com sua vida, seus pensamentos, seus medos e anseios. Faz parte a Terra onde todos eles estão pisando, onde eu estou pisando, mas onde poucos lhe devem o devido respeito. Faz parte a água que existe dentro de cada um de nós e nos mantém vivos e continuando, mas que passa despercebida. Faz parte a chama que nos mantém acesos para tudo o que nos interessa, tudo o que nos diz respeito e nos causa fervor. Faz parte um Espirito maior, que une tudo isso e mais um pouco, em uma lógica acima da compreensão racional e idealista do homem mundano. Tantas coisas fazem parte de algo que quase ninguém percebe, entende? A mesma borboleta que passa voando pela rua faz parte de todas as nossas vidas, assim como a senhora de casa que vai a procura das verduras do almoço faz parte do homem da casa a frente que vai ao trabalho em seu carro esportivo. Tudo faz parte de tudo, pois ninguém é célula separada, independente. Todos somos parte de um sistema único. É só reparar que esse sistema existe desde sempre e para sempre, não importando ser o que seja. Desde que seja de luz. Às vezes, vale a pena deixar o café esfriar para ver essas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-5667573474843125774?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/5667573474843125774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/preparo-me-um-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5667573474843125774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5667573474843125774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/preparo-me-um-cafe.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-473571859175631085</id><published>2010-10-09T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:54:50.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Existem muitos tipos de olhos. E, me é interessante ressaltar que, todos me atraem. Existe um nível de atração a todos, e creio que isso exista em muitas pessoas. Porém, reparem bem em algo diferente dentro dos olhos. Acho que acostumei-me a olhos claros e exóticos, daqueles que mudam de cor ou possuem tons de amarelo e caramelo fluorescentes e brilhantes a luz do sol. Mas, quanto mais eu observo os olhos castanhos, mais me chamam a atenção. &lt;div&gt;Parecem ser folheados por rubi líquido, dando a eles uma vermelhidão tão próxima ao sangue que enriquece, excita e diverte. É lindo enxergar a mudança causada pelo sol, de forma que algo aparentemente escuro e somente negro transforma-se em algo tão abrasador. Imaginem só, rubis ao invés de olhares! É de forma alguma menos merecedora de nossos encantos e desencantos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denotam pessoas fortes e quentes, daquelas que queimam um fogo interno, seja lá qual for seu objeto a ser consumido pela combustão rápida e acalorada. E, percebam: não é todo olhar castanho que possui este olhar rubi dentro de si, escondido sobre as pálpebras. Somente alguns o tem. E são esses que fazem a diferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que estou falando de olhos? Bom, porque gosto de admirar o que se é bonito e o que se é oculto a quem não é bom observador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-473571859175631085?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/473571859175631085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/existem-muitos-tipos-de-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/473571859175631085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/473571859175631085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/existem-muitos-tipos-de-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-315131353337962108</id><published>2010-10-07T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:56:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Que pode uma criatura senão,&lt;br /&gt;entre outras criaturas, amar?&lt;br /&gt;amar e esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;amar e malamar,&lt;br /&gt;amar, desamar, amar?&lt;br /&gt;sempre, e até de olhos vidrados, amar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(&lt;i&gt;Carlos Drummond De Andrade&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-315131353337962108?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/315131353337962108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/que-pode-uma-criatura-senao-entre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/315131353337962108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/315131353337962108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/10/que-pode-uma-criatura-senao-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-522838440301290341</id><published>2010-09-30T12:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:14:41.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Soneto de Fidelidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;br /&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;br /&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;br /&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;br /&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Vinicius De Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-522838440301290341?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/522838440301290341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/soneto-de-fidelidade-de-tudo-ao-meu_7506.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/522838440301290341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/522838440301290341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/soneto-de-fidelidade-de-tudo-ao-meu_7506.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-3747818640191363856</id><published>2010-09-23T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:43:19.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As coisas mudam. E você só percebe isso quando se dá conta de que você foi o causador disso tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-3747818640191363856?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/3747818640191363856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-coisas-mudam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3747818640191363856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3747818640191363856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-coisas-mudam.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8294950965356629</id><published>2010-09-20T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:45:22.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem só acredita no visível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tem um mundo muito pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Caio F. Abreu&lt;/i&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/6090890443857193682-8294950965356629?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8294950965356629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/quem-so-acredita-no-visivel-tem-um.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8294950965356629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8294950965356629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/quem-so-acredita-no-visivel-tem-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1721393236925972179</id><published>2010-09-16T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T12:33:18.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm not sure if you feel a spark, but i feel fireworks inside me when i think of you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1721393236925972179?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1721393236925972179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-sure-if-you-feel-spark-but-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1721393236925972179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1721393236925972179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-sure-if-you-feel-spark-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-7879105439833478999</id><published>2010-09-13T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:06:05.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soneto de Fidelidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; "&gt;De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;br /&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;br /&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;br /&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;br /&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; "&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Vinicius De Moraes&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-7879105439833478999?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7879105439833478999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/soneto-de-fidelidade-de-tudo-ao-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7879105439833478999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7879105439833478999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/soneto-de-fidelidade-de-tudo-ao-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-6476160900497307948</id><published>2010-09-10T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T06:59:43.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.”&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-6476160900497307948?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/6476160900497307948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-dont-have-soul.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6476160900497307948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6476160900497307948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-dont-have-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8007169963464897302</id><published>2010-09-07T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:13:54.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tem vezes que olhamos ao redor procurando por um ponto de Luz em meio a escuridão que estamos. Mas, o que não entendemos é que &lt;b&gt;NÓS&lt;/b&gt; somos a Luz. Temos de parar de procurar ao redor, e entendermos que que nós somos o ponto brilhante que pode iluminar e ser iluminado nas trevas. Tudo o que precisamos nesta vida encontrasse dentro de nós. Basta procurarmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8007169963464897302?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8007169963464897302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/tem-vezes-que-olhamos-ao-redor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8007169963464897302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8007169963464897302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/tem-vezes-que-olhamos-ao-redor.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-5402778160867449396</id><published>2010-09-02T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:05:33.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Soneto da Honra Final&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será assim, amiga:&lt;br /&gt;Um certo dia, estando nós a contemplar o poente,&lt;br /&gt;Sentiremos no rosto, de repente,&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo leve de uma aragem fria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu me olharás silenciosamente&lt;br /&gt;E eu te olharei também, com nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;E partiremos, tontos de poesia&lt;br /&gt;Para a porta de trevas aberta em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao transpor as fronteiras do segredo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu, calmo, te direi: - Não tenhas medo.&lt;br /&gt;E tu, tranquila, me dirás: - Sê forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como dois antigos namorados,&lt;br /&gt;Noturnamente triste e enlaçados,&lt;br /&gt;Nós entraremos nos jardins da morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Vinicius de Moraes)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicado desde muito tempo a uma bela amiga. Obrigado, Mariana.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-5402778160867449396?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/5402778160867449396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/soneto-da-honra-final-sera-assim-amiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5402778160867449396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5402778160867449396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/09/soneto-da-honra-final-sera-assim-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8902352392230777775</id><published>2010-08-23T19:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:45:26.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mesmo que você não sabia, mesmo que ninguém saiba, eu canto por ti, por mim, por nós, por todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8902352392230777775?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8902352392230777775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/mesmo-que-voce-nao-sabia-mesmo-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8902352392230777775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8902352392230777775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/mesmo-que-voce-nao-sabia-mesmo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8850448902971240656</id><published>2010-08-23T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:37:44.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"De almas sinceras a união sincera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada há que impeça: amor não é amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se quando encontra obstáculos se altera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou se vacila ao mínimo temor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor é um marco eterno, dominante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que encara a tempestade com bravura;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É astro que norteia a vela errante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cujo valor se ignora, lá na altura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor não teme o tempo, muito embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu alfange não poupe a mocidade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor não se transforma de hora em hora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes se afirma para a eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se isso é falso, e que é falso alguém provou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não sou poeta, e ninguém nunca amou." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8850448902971240656?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8850448902971240656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/de-almas-sinceras-uniao-sincera-nada-ha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8850448902971240656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8850448902971240656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/de-almas-sinceras-uniao-sincera-nada-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1632585332321700332</id><published>2010-08-22T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:24:27.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estranho como palavas ditas e escritas por você a muito tempo podem fazer sentido ainda hoje. Releiam sempre o que vocês escrevem e tente ao máximo lembrar-se do que você diz. Talvez as palavras de consolo e os conselhos que procuras estejam ali, entre palavras ditas/escritas por você a muito tempo, mas esquecidas. Esquecidas, porém não abandonadas. Elas estão aqui. Só precisam ser lembradas.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1632585332321700332?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1632585332321700332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/estranho-como-palavas-ditas-e-escritas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1632585332321700332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1632585332321700332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/estranho-como-palavas-ditas-e-escritas.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-6109143506650741335</id><published>2010-08-20T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:09:19.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;"A luz que me guia é bem mais forte do que os olhos que me cercam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-6109143506650741335?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/6109143506650741335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/luz-que-me-guia-e-bem-mais-forte-do-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6109143506650741335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6109143506650741335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/luz-que-me-guia-e-bem-mais-forte-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-3811656951501313692</id><published>2010-08-09T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:19:45.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E por fim, tudo aquilo que chamamos de estética se torna superficial quando notamos que nosso corpo não passa de algo a ser cuidado internamente, mas que por fim só compreende uma sela para nossos verdadeiros "eu's" que existem e evoluem dentro de nós. Liberdade pode ser um ponto de vista, mas só depende de nós mesmos libertarmos o que somos daquilo que não somos, mas coexiste conosco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-3811656951501313692?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/3811656951501313692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-por-fim-tudo-aquilo-que-chamamos-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3811656951501313692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3811656951501313692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-por-fim-tudo-aquilo-que-chamamos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-5692431830638276670</id><published>2010-08-05T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:30:46.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Não estamos na Terra há tanto tempo, então tenha paciência se não conseguirmos entender tão rápido a sua visão de mundo. Somos intergalácticos, filhos de outros planetas, poeira de estrela. Somos artistas, somos produtores de tecnologia. Somos crianças, no sentido da inocência da infância. Temos pouco tempo de Terra, sim, e não estamos tão influenciados pelo modus vivendi daqui. Somos facilmente impressionáveis, apesar de já sabermos de muita coisa sem que elas nos sejam explicadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Temos dificuldade de nos expressar, apesar de termos surtos de expressão; não lidamos bem com autoridades, ainda mais quando não-merecidas; não acreditamos em sistemas de crença; não gostamos de verdades absolutas (até mesmo essas); não somos melhores ou piores que ninguém; e não nos resumimos só a isso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muito prazer, sou uma Criança Índigo. E só quero viver e canalizar plena Luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E você, muito provavelmente também é. Descubra-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-5692431830638276670?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/5692431830638276670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-estamos-na-terra-ha-tanto-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5692431830638276670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5692431830638276670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-estamos-na-terra-ha-tanto-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8170831448217404368</id><published>2010-08-01T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:43:40.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/TFXOQ3b0EKI/AAAAAAAAANw/gaPXD1oxSDM/s1600/imbolc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/TFXOQ3b0EKI/AAAAAAAAANw/gaPXD1oxSDM/s320/imbolc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500529309056766114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"She shall arise like a shining sun(...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Woman of wisdom…a goddess whom poets adored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Brigid, guard your fire.  This is your night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cormac’s Glossary; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lives of Saints, The Book of Lismore; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gerald of Wales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8170831448217404368?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8170831448217404368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-shall-arise-like-shining-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8170831448217404368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8170831448217404368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-shall-arise-like-shining-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/TFXOQ3b0EKI/AAAAAAAAANw/gaPXD1oxSDM/s72-c/imbolc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-3063106221411563576</id><published>2010-07-29T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:26:01.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não tente entender o Mundo, se você não entende a si mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-3063106221411563576?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/3063106221411563576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-tente-entender-o-mundo-se-voce-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3063106221411563576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3063106221411563576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-tente-entender-o-mundo-se-voce-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-2528253589781092632</id><published>2010-07-26T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:40:42.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É normal se achar que está sozinho e, interiormente, morto quando se chega a um estado de abafamento e fragilidade emocional. Mas, esses dias eu escutei uma frase de um desenho que eu amo muito e ela era mais ou menos assim:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Uma vez me disseram que a única saída de quem tá no fundo do poço é por cima."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, vamos começar a subir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Filme: Atlantis, O Reino Perdido&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-2528253589781092632?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/2528253589781092632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-normal-se-achar-que-esta-sozinho-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2528253589781092632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2528253589781092632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-normal-se-achar-que-esta-sozinho-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-2239992273257670323</id><published>2010-07-22T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:25:09.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em primeiro lugar, você &lt;b&gt;deseja&lt;/b&gt;. Deseja tanto ser uma pessoa melhor, deseja tanto querer algo para si, deseja tanto prosperidade, alegria, amor, paz. Você deseja algo, não importando o que seja. Logo depois, você tem a &lt;b&gt;intenção&lt;/b&gt; de realizar esse desejo, mesmo que ele não tenha cunho físico, e sim sentimental ou além. Você tem a intenção de fazê-lo tornar-se realidade, e assim você quer. Então, acontece a &lt;b&gt;visualização&lt;/b&gt;. Você visualiza que aquilo é realizado. Visualiza que seu desejo se torne realidade e que tudo aquilo que você quis e intencionou aconteça. E então, quando tudo isso é feito com muita &lt;b&gt;Fé&lt;/b&gt;. A Fé direciona todo o desejo, intenção e visualização de uma única vez. E então, é realizado.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus parabéns, você acabou de realizar um &lt;i&gt;feitiço&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você fez algo de ruim? Você machucou ou maculou a si mesmo, a outra pessoa ou a Divindade? Não? Então realmente realizou um feitiço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora me diga: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;você fez algo errado?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-2239992273257670323?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/2239992273257670323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-primeiro-lugar-voce-deseja.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2239992273257670323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2239992273257670323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-primeiro-lugar-voce-deseja.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-4200554790543148308</id><published>2010-07-21T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:06:44.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Enjoy the silence."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-4200554790543148308?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/4200554790543148308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/enjoy-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4200554790543148308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4200554790543148308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/enjoy-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-900017763428923002</id><published>2010-07-20T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:02:47.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todos nós viemos para a Terra com uma mesma missão, e ninguém foge a essa regra. Viemos com a missão de evoluir pela felicidade, pelo amor e pela vida. E por isso temos de ter em mente que viemos &lt;b&gt;completos&lt;/b&gt;. Não precisamos de partes, acoplações de pessoas para sermos felizes. Somos íntegros, e só precisamos somar a mais o amor e a felicidade desse mundo! E ainda tem gente que, quando eu respondo algumas perguntas com essas palavras, não entendem que simplesmente devem ser felizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-900017763428923002?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/900017763428923002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/todos-nos-viemos-para-terra-com-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/900017763428923002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/900017763428923002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/todos-nos-viemos-para-terra-com-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-3044595906549133032</id><published>2010-07-17T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:51:37.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não existe bom ou mal caminho. Ou caminho certo ou caminho errado. Existe o Caminho da Luz e o Caminho da Escuridão. E o caminho que todos devemos seguir é o mais óbvio. Não importa se tudo o que acredita é diferente do que todos acreditam, ou que às pessoas lhe dizem que nada do que você acredita é verdade ou não lhe levam a sério. Se seu caminho é de pura Luz, quem são eles para desviá-lo deste caminho e da sua verdade?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-3044595906549133032?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/3044595906549133032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-existe-bom-ou-mal-caminho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3044595906549133032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3044595906549133032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-existe-bom-ou-mal-caminho.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-7384708798239803326</id><published>2010-07-12T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:02:10.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tem vezes que você tem de passar mais de uma vez pelo mesmo trajeto pra realmente entender tudo o que ele quis lhe ensinar.&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/6090890443857193682-7384708798239803326?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7384708798239803326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/tem-vezes-que-voce-tem-de-passar-mais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7384708798239803326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7384708798239803326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/tem-vezes-que-voce-tem-de-passar-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-2390159100019120274</id><published>2010-07-11T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:58:56.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" (...) Nós somos Deus. Você é um pedaço de Deus, e você tem o poder de se tornar tão elevado do seu lado do véu quanto você era quando veio… E você é amado sem medidas. Vocês são cada entidade elevada que concordou em estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; onde está antes de ter aqui estado. Nós somos todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;coletivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; em espírito, mesmo enquanto você está na Terra, velado da verdade. (...) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kryon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-2390159100019120274?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/2390159100019120274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2390159100019120274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2390159100019120274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-2941419120882558595</id><published>2010-07-08T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:57:47.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; " (...) em torno da palavra "loucos", porta fechada, crucificação, enforcamento, cadeia, a fogueira da inquisição, as formas de discriminação, de perseguição em geral impostas aos considerados loucos pelos padrões vigentes, pelos valores superficiais e momentâneos. Aqueles que descobrem, inventam, criam, trazem o novo para a humanidade são repelidos, criminalizados. O astrônomo desvenda o universo, o ciclista se atira no abismo, um mergulhador se aprofunda, o tanque de guerra é o fruto mau da loucura, o navegante de séculos atrás penetra o oceano desconhecido. Loucura é refletir, nestes tempos de produção e consumo, é voar na imaginação, sempre com o risco de ataque dos predadores medíocres. No caso exposto, a bruxa é aliada dos loucos voadores, solidária na discriminação e perseguição por conhecer o trato do mundo. A busca do conhecer, o olho como sol da vida, a música dos loucos encanta a natureza. O louco passa, despido de padrões, preconceitos e valores da sociedade, enquanto esta lhe vira as costas, à esquerda de "percorridos". Abaixo, a tristeza olha o mundo a esmagar o louco, que está morto. Só aí os "sábios" se aproximam para estudar as obras da lúcida loucura, terror dos convencionais. A palavra "sábios" está coberta por alguns símbolos sob os quais se abrigam os sábios do mundo, convencionais, numerosos, também, sob os signos acadêmicos, sobretudo nas regiões de cultura ocidental, de origem européia. O quadrinho à direita e abaixo retrata a compulsão dos loucos. O mundo nos impões muros, nos enquadra; os loucos não conseguem ficar enquadrados, pular os muros é inevitável, é isso ou a morte, mesmo em vida. A perda do sentido, o abandono da função, da razão de ser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Observar e Absorver, Eduardo Marinho&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-2941419120882558595?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/2941419120882558595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2941419120882558595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/2941419120882558595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-6267574067784105188</id><published>2010-07-06T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:55:44.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vejo um pouco de mim em todos, mas não vejo mais nada de mim em mim mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-6267574067784105188?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/6267574067784105188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/vejo-um-pouco-de-mim-em-todos-mas-nao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6267574067784105188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/6267574067784105188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/vejo-um-pouco-de-mim-em-todos-mas-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8297786731074009433</id><published>2010-07-05T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:00:09.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que levante a mão quem tem realmente moral, ética e ideais verdadeiros, mas culpa a sociedade, pessoas e políticos por não poder colocá-los em prática. Levante a mão para que eu possa tentar entendê-lo em como consegues ir contra tudo o que pensa usando uma desculpa tão deslavada como essa. É por isso que nos dias de hoje, poucas pessoas realmente me interessam. Alguém ai sabe realmente o que é seguir sua própria honra, ou ética, ou moral? Espero que sim, se não estou sozinho. E não tenho medo de estar sozinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8297786731074009433?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8297786731074009433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/que-levante-mao-quem-tem-realmente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8297786731074009433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8297786731074009433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/que-levante-mao-quem-tem-realmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-7300867105900098823</id><published>2010-07-04T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:13:20.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando você vê tudo sendo repuxado dentro de você, com muitas coisas revirando seu coração para todos os lados, fazendo-o perder um pouco mais do equilíbrio que você julgava ter com bastante força, é que tudo começa a se tornar um pouco mais pesado que o habitual. Você quer sim se sentir amado, se sentir necessário de uma forma mais intensa, mais forte, mais presente. E isso não aparece. E quando você percebe que mesmo com tudo isso dentro de você, você não consegue chorar, é que finalmente pergunta para si mesmo: "O que está errado dentro de mim?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-7300867105900098823?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7300867105900098823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-voce-ve-tudo-sendo-repuxado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7300867105900098823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7300867105900098823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-voce-ve-tudo-sendo-repuxado.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8228650777329761061</id><published>2010-07-04T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T08:45:02.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"A princípio, amamos apenas quando somos amados. Depois, amamos espontaneamente, mas queremos ser amados em troca. Então, amamos, mesmo se não formos amados, porém ainda queremos que nosso amor seja aceito. E finalmente amamos pura e simplesmente, sem qualquer outra necessidade ou alegria que a de amar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(Mirra Alfassa, a Mãe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8228650777329761061?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8228650777329761061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/principio-amamos-apenas-quando-somos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8228650777329761061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8228650777329761061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/07/principio-amamos-apenas-quando-somos.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-1517435180989040634</id><published>2010-06-30T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:52:24.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E quando não está mais lá, você não acha que pode continuar&lt;div&gt;Mas, sempre continua. E não continua só por continuar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continua porque você é feito para isso. É feito para seguir em frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para procurar aquilo que você realmente já tem dentro de si, mas não enxerga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no caminho, você não tem de olhar para si mesmo e enxergar as vestes pesadas de tecidos e algodão que usamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enxergue como o vento pode vestir-te com as cores mais belas e vívidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enxergue como o mundo é diferente do que vemos, como tudo é naturalmente natural, sem hipérboles ou eufemismos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou até mesmo sinestesias. Todos nós nos comunicamos nesta grande conexão, nesta grande rede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos parte de algo muito maior, e nunca percebemos isso pois conceituamos a solidão errôneamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprender a aceitar e entender que a solidão transcende o entendimento e nos fortalece, nos mantém no caminho certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naquele velho e nada escondido de nós, mas que escondemos de nós mesmos, caminho de Luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-1517435180989040634?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/1517435180989040634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-quando-nao-esta-mais-la-voce-nao-acha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1517435180989040634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/1517435180989040634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-quando-nao-esta-mais-la-voce-nao-acha.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-4022422828187428535</id><published>2010-06-27T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:11:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ame a si mesmo e o amor que você sente pelos outros e pela humanidade é amplificado. Amor é o seu estado natural você apenas precisa lembrar seu gosto, sentimento, aparência e som. Pratique amor cada segundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;As Leis do Amor, Sistema de Cura Arcturiana&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-4022422828187428535?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/4022422828187428535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/ame-si-mesmo-e-o-amor-que-voce-sente.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4022422828187428535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4022422828187428535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/ame-si-mesmo-e-o-amor-que-voce-sente.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-973473184011104210</id><published>2010-06-22T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:22:32.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E para aqueles que não acreditam no ser humano, meu completo descaso.&lt;div&gt;Se não acreditam nos seres humanos, não acreditam em si mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que créditos podemos dar a alguém que não acredita em si mesmo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-973473184011104210?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/973473184011104210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-para-aqueles-que-nao-acreditam-no-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/973473184011104210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/973473184011104210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-para-aqueles-que-nao-acreditam-no-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-3385562039257434228</id><published>2010-06-22T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:19:10.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Controlo-me até onde posso, mas então o descontrole toma conta de mim e controla-me de maneira que o controle que eu possuia antes passa a ser um descontrole total de mim comigo mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;E por fim o que se passa no meu interior, no seu interior, só cabe a nós entender e externar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-3385562039257434228?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/3385562039257434228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/controlo-me-ate-onde-posso-mas-entao-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3385562039257434228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/3385562039257434228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/controlo-me-ate-onde-posso-mas-entao-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8712247414180061323</id><published>2010-06-16T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:29:10.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Notar a áspera e estranha lógica das paixões, a vida emocional e colorida da inteligência, observar o ponto em que elas se encontram ou se separam, como vibram uníssonas e como discordam - nisso haveria um verdadeiro gozo! Que importava o seu preço? Nunca seriam pagas muito caro tais sensações."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;O Retrato De Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8712247414180061323?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8712247414180061323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/notar-aspera-e-estranha-logica-das.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8712247414180061323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8712247414180061323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/notar-aspera-e-estranha-logica-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-7961089243786339</id><published>2010-06-09T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:18:04.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Não vou me deixar embrutecer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu acredito nos meus ideais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Podem até maltratar meu coração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que meu espírito ninguém vai conseguir quebrar&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinha esquecido de como esse poema faz sentido e é lindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-7961089243786339?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7961089243786339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-vou-me-deixar-embrutecer-eu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7961089243786339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7961089243786339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-vou-me-deixar-embrutecer-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8784294099740738450</id><published>2010-06-07T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:45:10.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;“O amor que não ousa dizer o nome’ nesse século é a grande afeição de um homem mais velho por um homem mais jovem como aquela que houve entre Davi e Jonatas, é aquele amor que Platão tornou a base de sua filosofia, é o amor que você pode achar nos sonetos de Michelangelo e Shakespeare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;É aquela afeição profunda, espiritual que é tão pura quanto perfeita. Ele dita e preenche grandes obras de arte como as de Shakespeare e Michelangelo, e aquelas minhas duas cartas, tal como são. Esse amor é mal entendido nesse século, tão mal entendido que pode ser descrito como o `Amor que não ousa dizer o nome’ e por causa disso estou onde estou agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Ele é bonito, é bom, é a mais nobre forma de afeição. Não há nada que não seja natural nele. Ele é intelectual e repetidamente existe entre um homem mais velho e um homem mais novo, quando o mais velho tem o intelecto e o mais jovem tem toda a alegria, a esperança e o brilho da vida à sua frente. Que as coisas deveriam ser assim o mundo não entende. O mundo zomba desse amor e às vezes expõe alguém ao ridículo por causa dele.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Oscar Wilde, 26 de Abril de 1895&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8784294099740738450?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8784294099740738450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-amor-que-nao-ousa-dizer-o-nome-nesse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8784294099740738450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8784294099740738450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-amor-que-nao-ousa-dizer-o-nome-nesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-8997050780416173089</id><published>2010-05-28T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:39:09.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Poeta Pede Ao Seu Amor Que Lhe Escreva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Amor de minhas entranhas, morte viva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;em vão espero tua palavra escrita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;e penso, com a flor que se murcha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que se vivo sem mim quero perder-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O ar é imortal. A pedra inerte&lt;br /&gt;nem conhece a sombra nem a evita.&lt;br /&gt;Coração interior não necessita&lt;br /&gt;o mel gelado que a lua verte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porém eu te sofri. Rasguei-me as veias,&lt;br /&gt;tigre e pomba, sobre tua cintura&lt;br /&gt;em duelo de kordiscos e açucenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enche, pois, de palavras minha loucura&lt;br /&gt;ou deixa-me viver em minha serena&lt;br /&gt;noite da alma para sempre escura."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Federico García Lorca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-8997050780416173089?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/8997050780416173089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-poeta-pede-ao-seu-amor-que-lhe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8997050780416173089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/8997050780416173089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-poeta-pede-ao-seu-amor-que-lhe.html' title='O Poeta Pede Ao Seu Amor Que Lhe Escreva'/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-414698697831346285</id><published>2010-05-28T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:23:41.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toda essa era, essa ganância, essa longevidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De onde vem isso? Como vem isso? Atreve-se a conseguir imaginar isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos todos vivendo em um mundo onde se é preparado somente para questionar e levantar a voz contra algo que não se entende e não se vê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Querem todos simplesmente serem politicamente preparados para entender o mundo? Entender as críticas das críticas de uma obra de arte crítica?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Querem todos estarem preparados no mais novo irreal e antigo pensamento cult?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, todos querem! Sim, todos querem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E querer é poder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E querer não é poder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E querer se torna mais um verbo de toda a lista gramatical que não possui semântica, e sim muito mais sintáxe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levantamos a voz para o lado errado. Expulsamos os demônios errados de dentro de nós. Absorvemos as idéias erradas de um mundo cheio de ideais. Enxergamos anjos de maneiras extremas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo porque é clássico, é divino, é grego. Hedonismo social puramente disfarçado e requintado em nossas mentes e em nossos corações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deseja fazer uma crítica ao mundo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começe criticando a si mesmo. Este é seu mundo e é bem possível que se não consegue fazer isto, não conseguirá ir mais além de suas fronteiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-414698697831346285?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/414698697831346285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/05/toda-essa-era-essa-ganancia-essa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/414698697831346285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/414698697831346285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/05/toda-essa-era-essa-ganancia-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-7662112047439994396</id><published>2010-05-28T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:23:11.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Canto o anseio de uma estátua que persegue sem trégua, o medo da emoção que te espera na rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canto a Pequena Sereia do mar que te canta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Montada na bicicleta de corais e conchas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas acima de qualquer canção um pensamento comum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nos une nas horas escuras e douradas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é a arte e a luz que cega-nos os olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É primeiro o amor, a amizade ou vedações."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Little Ashes - Federico Garcia Lorca&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-7662112047439994396?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/7662112047439994396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/05/canto-o-anseio-de-uma-estatua-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7662112047439994396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/7662112047439994396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/05/canto-o-anseio-de-uma-estatua-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-4654737923622153340</id><published>2010-05-20T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:56:08.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Eu olho a vida de um bando de gente às vezes, e penso que a vida deles é tão melhor do que a minha de tantas formas! Eles tem isso que eu queria, dinheiro praquilo que eu adoraria, namorados/as, casa de praia, amigos famosos e etc. Mas, quando eu vejo realmente mais a fundo, eu vejo que falta algo neles. Eles são vazios e seus sentimentos são superficiais demais. E então eu olho a minha vida e agradeço por ser como sou, por ter o que tenho. Tenho pouco material, mas agradeço por ser rico em meu espiritual. E agradeço por ter a presença do Amor na minha vida, sentimento que talvez poucas pessoas tenham nos dias de hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-4654737923622153340?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/4654737923622153340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-olho-vida-de-um-bando-de-gente-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4654737923622153340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/4654737923622153340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-olho-vida-de-um-bando-de-gente-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-5901210586002135467</id><published>2010-05-17T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:45:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Não me pergunte o que o céu pode fazer por você, mas sim de que maneira você pode engrandecer o universo realizando o que há de cósmico em sua presença."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Quiroga&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6090890443857193682-5901210586002135467?l=umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/feeds/5901210586002135467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-me-pergunte-o-que-o-ceu-pode-fazer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5901210586002135467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090890443857193682/posts/default/5901210586002135467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umlugarpraescrever.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-me-pergunte-o-que-o-ceu-pode-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Junhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245541820981207826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZypQqHV_i0/STto4zFrZzI/AAAAAAAAABg/d0MF2WOFNZc/S220/092508174445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090890443857193682.post-2890593502818769283</id><published>2010-05-13T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:45:01.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Espero que todos um dia possamos olhar para outros seres humanos sem olhares maliciosos. Que possamos um dia olhar além de aparências e enxergarmos as verdadeiras intenções de cada um. E que essas intenções sejam boas de verdade. É muito fácil para qualquer um deduzir que o outro está ali somente para sacanear e lhe fazer mal. Que ele só faz tudo pensando nele mesmo e que o que importa é sua vida. Mas, será que é tão difícil ter fé no ser humano? É tão difícil enxergar ou tentar imaginar, pelo menos, que as ações do outro foram guiadas por um coração bondoso? É tão difícil você conseguir ver que talvez aquele ato não foi ruim? Sim. É muito difícil conseguir ver desta forma. Mas, não é impossível. Gosto da minha maneria de ver as pessoas por isso. Veja direito, sempre sabendo o que se passa e o que a pessoa sente. Ninguém é totalmente ruim nem totalmente boa. O que existe de verdade são pessoas que tem a porcentagem de bondade maior que a da maldade. Vejam isso, e depois julguem, por favor. 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