<?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-8369910406320988886</id><updated>2012-01-25T04:11:17.953-08:00</updated><category term='Medo'/><category term='tess'/><category term='Domesticavél'/><category term='gay'/><category term='Interpol'/><category term='televisão'/><category term='Reação e Cadeia'/><category term='Parada Gay'/><category term='música'/><category term='cotidiano'/><category term='Pitty'/><category term='21'/><category term='2012'/><category term='bbb10'/><category term='Mundo'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='manuscritos'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='Conteúdo Público'/><category term='Adele'/><category term='anime'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='october'/><category term='tessalia'/><category term='Mulheres'/><category term='particular'/><category term='evanescence'/><category term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>Dialeto Particular</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-1700828736896710584</id><published>2012-01-25T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T04:11:17.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conteúdo Público'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Saindo do Conformismo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoBaYoDwKAc/Tx_wIRVhJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/ixanWhcxnjE/s1600/tumblr_lctms7VVVF1qeym76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoBaYoDwKAc/Tx_wIRVhJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/ixanWhcxnjE/s400/tumblr_lctms7VVVF1qeym76.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701539678157612946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Desapropriar-se das coisas que nós cerca é um dom e uma pratica que temos que nós permitir sempre. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.4; "&gt;São fatos, fotos, versos, prosas, pessoas, tudo que te consolida nesse seu mundo, o seu conformismo está aí nesse pequeno baú de quinquilharia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Sim isso não é nada fácil, mas não podemos nos podar, é muito complicado se desprender de tudo, deixar tudo ou quase tudo em um canto um tanto menos relevante de nossas vidas, mas temos que tentar né? Temos que treinar o nosso estranhamento, saborear o novo, abrir os braços para o desconhecido e viver novas experiências e aprender e crescer com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Sair do marasmo que tornou-se a sua vida, estourar a bolha que te cerca é um salta para a vida, é um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;fôlego a mais, é uma nova tentativa de se conhecer e de ser mais feliz, por isso não se pode, não se restrinja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt; não cruze os braços para a vida, VIVA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-1700828736896710584?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje dia 24 de dezembro, véspera de Natal, mas o que é o Natal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natal é a festa em que comemoramos o nascimento de Jesus Cristo isso todos nós já sabemos, pois crescemos ouvindo isso, mas o que eu acho mais bonito no Natal é que é o dia que praticamos o nosso esquecimento, isso mesmo, valorizamos o nosso 'ato falho', é no Natal que nós [família] nos unimos de fato para compartilhar um mesmo pensamento, ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas para que isso ocorra nós esquecemos daquela desavença, daquela intriga, nós nos unimos em prol da felicidade, da convivência harmoniosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos são da seguinte opinião, de quê o Natal e a festa da demagogia, é uma tremenda mentira, eu até compreendo aos que seguem essa opinião, pois vejamos, nós temos um ano inteiro para que aja essa união, esse ato de perdoar, de esquecer o que passou e somente no Natal que se faz isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que bom que ainda temos a possibilidade de termos dia em que nos é permitido pedir desculpas, perdoar, unir-se com toda a família, não que os outros dias do ano nós tenhamos essa possibilidade, mas é o Natal, é paz, amor, alegria e união, para que continuar batendo na mesma tecla?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para mim, pessoas que compartilham essa ideia de que o Natal é a festa da demagogia, são pessoas que não se dão a chance de serem felizes, vão viver amarguradas e rancorosas por muito tempo. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... então é Natal, vamos embora reunir a família e fazer uma tremenda avalanche de felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz Natal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-7503601556773185165?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-4115166756290639978?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4115166756290639978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4115166756290639978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4115166756290639978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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homem, foi amor, foi meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O brilho dos seus olhos iluminavam cada momento, cada instante que compartilhávamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Como diz a música &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;éramos como Romeu e Julieta, tudo se entendia, tudo se combinava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas um dia eu acordei e sonho acabou, &lt;/span&gt;hoje eu não te vejo mais como era antes e sei que é certo que nunca mais o verei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-762132567244942795?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-8512871564699012470</id><published>2011-07-17T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:41:08.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>F.I.R.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QE9NOPej5Y/TiMshrn4dsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CSzGP9dEVWY/s1600/ffff.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QE9NOPej5Y/TiMshrn4dsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CSzGP9dEVWY/s400/ffff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630392916300560066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi necessário apenas uma mísera faísca para incendiá-los e&lt;div&gt; acender a chama que iria queimá-los até a alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus corpos enfim se tocaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suas bocas enfim se beijaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o fogo prevaleceu o recinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urros de desejo se ouviam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olhares de tesão se viam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o fogo sobressaia sob eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fogo, fogo, simplesmente fogo pra todo lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus corpos se fundiam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suas bocas sucumbiam ao desejo da carne &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o fogo se alastrava, causando uma ebulição  imensa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fogo, fogo, simplesmente fogo pra todo lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no auge do desejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no apogeu do tesão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o gozo eterno foi celebrado e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;concebido de forma sublime e afável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi fogo, simplesmente fogo pra todo lado.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-8512871564699012470?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/8512871564699012470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/07/fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8512871564699012470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="margin-left:110px;color:#646464;font:10px arial;" href="http://musicmp3.ru/"&gt;musicmp3.ru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://musicmp3.ru/gmp.swf?id=6zhq1nlq&amp;amp;sP=Ironic&amp;amp;aP=Alanis%20Morissette&amp;amp;aU=artist_alanis-morissette__album_jagged-little-pill.html&amp;amp;pU=4ae11ddb1bb35363&amp;amp;sN=2&amp;amp;cS=0x4E7FE6&amp;amp;cU=alb1314.jpg&amp;amp;pwId=PD4XqJo3" width="190" height="54"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://musicmp3.ru/gmp.swf?id=6zhq1nlq&amp;amp;sP=Ironic&amp;amp;aP=Alanis%20Morissette&amp;amp;aU=artist_alanis-morissette__album_jagged-little-pill.html&amp;amp;pU=4ae11ddb1bb35363&amp;amp;sN=2&amp;amp;cS=0x4E7FE6&amp;amp;cU=alb1314.jpg&amp;amp;pwId=wESnLy8a"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;a 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rotineiramente em salas de cinema, praças de alimentação e até mesmo no busão é que as pessoas hoje estão com "medo" de se espalharem, de se misturarem com outras pessoas, não é porque você está com aquele grupo ou com aquela companhia que você tem obrigação de sentar próxima dela, tá certo, pode até ser melhor, pois você se sente mais confortável, pois está diante dos seus, mas você também perde a oportunidade de conhecer alguém legal, um ponto de vista diferente e descobrir algo novo, ou talvez nada disso aconteça, mas só o fato de você sair da sua zona de conforto é legal e divertido.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ESTOURE A SUA BOLHA e descubra o inusitado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-2084341818845514688?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-3352169248745203270</id><published>2011-07-14T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T18:07:35.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Sonhando...</title><content type='html'>Feito uma tempestade torrencial você adentrou na minha vida e se instalou num dos lugares mais nobres que há em mim, meu coração.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu sorriso é feito sol, ilumina todos os cantos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua fala é como um delicioso cafuné, mansinha e aconchegante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu beijo, bem seu beijo não experimentei, ainda não tive esse privilégio, mas deve ser feito morango, docinho docinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por fim o seu toque, é aquele aquece e que protege, aquele que me acompanha.&lt;/div&gt;&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;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bk9pIJlJVNg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="500" height="30" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-3352169248745203270?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3352169248745203270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/07/sonhando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>O mundo de antes se foi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem horas que sonhamos com o mundo de antes e desejamos voltar no tempo e ter mais uma chance de fazer tudo diferente ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Infelizmente ou felizmente isso nunca será possível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Temos que aprender a aceitar o que foi feito e seguir adiante sem nenhum remorso ou culpa, pois só assim poderemos ser pessoas felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/8369910406320988886-5104905650373763377?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-3060525011837311840</id><published>2011-07-14T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:50:20.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Esse sou eu.</title><content type='html'>Com quase 24 primaveras completadas eu acredito ser o mesmo garotinho que corria para assistir 'Caça Talentos', 'Chiquititas', o mesmo garoto sonhador e arteiro, mas é claro que algumas coisas mudaram, hoje sou um homem que possui diversas responsabilidades e uma pessoa mais centrada do que antes. Não sou menos romântico, pelo contrário acho que me tornei ainda mais romântico e com certeza mais confiante.&lt;div&gt;Ainda sou um tanto frágil quando o assunto é amor, mas que culpo eu tenho se quero me entregar de corpo e alma? Acredito que em algum lugar encontrarei a pessoa que irá compartilhar comigo momentos de real felicidade e me amará verdadeiramente, eu não a busco, mas a espero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse sou eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-3060525011837311840?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3060525011837311840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/07/esse-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3060525011837311840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3060525011837311840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/07/esse-sou-eu.html' title='Esse sou eu.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-6708052301439728210</id><published>2011-07-11T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:59:43.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Linda Mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPuvY47p2K4/Thu-iuAW8_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Fs0X6bZvaFE/s1600/A%2BIMAGEM%2BDO%2BACORRENTADO.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPuvY47p2K4/Thu-iuAW8_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Fs0X6bZvaFE/s400/A%2BIMAGEM%2BDO%2BACORRENTADO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628301663003931634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as correntes da discórdia que o prendem, apertam seus pulsos sem chance alguma de escapatória e ele estar disposto a cumprir a sua sentença.&lt;div&gt;Eis que o juiz sentenciou que o efémero é o menor dos seus sofrimentos, o seu dever é seguir esse martírio imutavelmente até que seu semblante se torne encanecido e não aja mais possível salvação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos corredores dá para se ouvir os gritos de clemências e berros repletos de repulsa e ódio, as vísceras doem feito uma martelada incessante e seca, e um som ensurdecedor adentram os seus tímpanos fazendo-os sangrarem intensamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo isso são resultados dele viver essa "&lt;b&gt;Linda Mentira&lt;/b&gt;" que se tornou a sua &lt;b&gt;vida&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/8369910406320988886-6708052301439728210?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6708052301439728210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/07/linda-mentira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6708052301439728210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6708052301439728210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/07/linda-mentira.html' title='Linda Mentira'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPuvY47p2K4/Thu-iuAW8_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Fs0X6bZvaFE/s72-c/A%2BIMAGEM%2BDO%2BACORRENTADO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-1687684081904662711</id><published>2011-06-26T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T09:17:49.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parada Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Orgulho de ser gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMhWVFhJmew/Tgdaq_1MgWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_42VE0pHGEk/s1600/tumblr_lnbshkpLB91qlhkqbo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMhWVFhJmew/Tgdaq_1MgWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_42VE0pHGEk/s400/tumblr_lnbshkpLB91qlhkqbo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622562354530910562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dia 26 de Julho acontece a 15ª Parada do Orgulho Gay na Av. Paulista, nunca fui em nenhuma dessas convenções anuais e confesso não ter a menor vontade de ir.&lt;div&gt;Sei que os homossexuais precisam sim de um apoio, pois é uma 'classe' bastante discriminada, mas acho desnecessário e totalmente incoerente datar um dia para comemorar a sua orientação sexual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho incoerente essa classe que reivindica mais respeito, reivindica uma aceitação de todos, mas entre eles mesmos não há essa aceitação, gay não gosta de barbie que não gosta de traveco que não gosta de gay. Que orgulho é esse???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fora que esse dia que é "comemorado" o tal orgulho gay mais parece a festa da orgia liberada, é uma promiscuidade gratuita, está ali para quem quiser ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso até estar sendo um tanto careta, mas sigo aquela famosa frase que acho que todo mundo já ouviu ou viu em algum lugar "&lt;b&gt;SE QUER RESPEITO, SE DÊ O RESPEITO".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom é isso.  #Eusougay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-1687684081904662711?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1687684081904662711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/06/orgulho-de-ser-gay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1687684081904662711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1687684081904662711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/06/orgulho-de-ser-gay.html' title='Orgulho de ser gay'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMhWVFhJmew/Tgdaq_1MgWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_42VE0pHGEk/s72-c/tumblr_lnbshkpLB91qlhkqbo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-9140696393943603194</id><published>2011-06-19T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:46:04.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Parafraseando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3AQM5xxX_0/Tf575st6-eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LFKQ68yxO7c/s1600/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3AQM5xxX_0/Tf575st6-eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LFKQ68yxO7c/s400/imagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620065616191486434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-9140696393943603194?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/9140696393943603194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/06/parafraseando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/9140696393943603194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/9140696393943603194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/06/parafraseando.html' title='Parafraseando.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3AQM5xxX_0/Tf575st6-eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LFKQ68yxO7c/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-6041935570235700989</id><published>2011-06-13T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T19:54:39.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Tudo muda...eu mudei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os caminhos já não são mais os mesmos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os hábitos também.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enfim, outra pessoa hoje eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que bom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-6041935570235700989?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6041935570235700989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/06/tudo-mudaeu-mudei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6041935570235700989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6041935570235700989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/06/tudo-mudaeu-mudei.html' title='Tudo muda...eu mudei.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-1021685817829478460</id><published>2011-05-27T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:09:16.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Programa A2</title><content type='html'>O "Programa A2" é uma criação dos alunos Kate Zambianco, Cleber Amaral, Danielle Basulto Stigliano e  eu Rodrigo Berge ambos do 5° semestre de Comunicação Social na Faculdade das Américas, Augusta.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; 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MATE O PRÍNCIPE!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos aproveitar esse casamento de Kate e do William para fazer uma coisa útil. Pelo menos uma. Bóra matar o príncipe. Não o Will em si. Calma, FBI, não precisa me procurar. Mas se por acaso você ainda acreditam em príncipe ou princesa, meu amor, aproveite a data do casamento real. Pegue uma faca. Tire essa ilusão ridícula da sua cabeça e a corte em pedacinhos.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo vale para outras espécies de contos de fadas. Trabalho perfeito. Não existe. Casa perfeita. Não existe. Filho perfeito. Não existe. Corpo perfeito. Não existe. Gente que vai aparecer do nada e te salvar. Não existe. Bruxa má. Existe. Sapo. Existe.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, e vamos dar mais valor aos sapos. Esses sim, seres incríveis que vagam por aí querendo ser beijados. Só que eles não vão virar príncipes depois. Quer dizer, eles vão virar cada vez mais sapos. Mas existe um bando de sapo charmoso, inteligente e bacana por aí. Que nesse tempo de casamento real os sapos sejam valorizados.&lt;br /&gt;E também as madrastas. As plebeias. Uma música punk dos anos 80 bradava: pau no cu de deus. Desculpem a grosseria. Mas é hora de gritar: pau no cu do príncipe. E beijar um sapo. E não ser feliz para sempre. (Nina Lemos)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-9039544687548552244?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/9039544687548552244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/05/mate-o-principe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/9039544687548552244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/9039544687548552244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/05/mate-o-principe.html' title='MATE O 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mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Sons impronunciáveis saiam das diversas bocas, gestos obscenos e posições desconcertantes aceleraram as batidas dos corações de ambos e o desejo tomava conta do recinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;1 é pouco, 2 é bom e 3 é de mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Após alguns momentos acalorados os corpos se fundiram em um e o prazer divino puderam saborear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Realmente 1 é pouco, 2 é bom e 3 é DEMAIS.&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/8369910406320988886-3187317756812518267?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3187317756812518267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/05/a3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3187317756812518267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3187317756812518267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/05/a3.html' title='A3.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-8854696262648044723</id><published>2011-05-07T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:26:46.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>O Mundo Rosa de Nicki Minaj</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="510" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4JipHEz53sU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Minaj'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4JipHEz53sU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-883047745599260363</id><published>2011-05-07T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:31:27.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Daqui pra frente tudo vai ser diferente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/9844858?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="500" height="365" 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href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/05/daqui-pra-frente-tudo-vai-ser-diferente.html' title='Daqui pra frente tudo vai ser diferente.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-5912332942050264645</id><published>2011-05-07T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T11:06:37.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Scarlett Johansson: Bullet (Steel Train Cover)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3AJKkiW_ZI/TcWIaDWAd1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/2uT-4gcujcQ/s1600/steeltrain64.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3AJKkiW_ZI/TcWIaDWAd1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/2uT-4gcujcQ/s400/steeltrain64.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604035292488038226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos meus hábitos que já se tornou um instinto foi o de vasculhar pelas ondas interneticas e encontrar coisas que se tornam de grande apresso para a minha pessoal. Numa dessas buscas encontrei esse Cd Terrible Thrills Vol. 1 que é da banda indie, folk, pop, Steel Strain e o que mais me agradou foi o quanto essa coletânea sai dos padrões, sim são as músicas de mais sucesso da banda, porém são re-interpretadas, re-imaginadas, remixadas e re-cantadas por apenas mulheres. Eu curti.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui está uma das músicas que gostei logo de primeira e é interpretada pela minha musa Scarlett Johansson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                   &lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/344107763/1fabd99" width="420" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim se você se interessou pesquise sobre o assunto, pois vale a pena conhecer coisas novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8369910406320988886-5912332942050264645?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5912332942050264645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/05/scarlett-johansson-bullet-steel-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5912332942050264645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5912332942050264645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/05/scarlett-johansson-bullet-steel-train.html' title='Scarlett Johansson: Bullet (Steel Train Cover)'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3AJKkiW_ZI/TcWIaDWAd1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/2uT-4gcujcQ/s72-c/steeltrain64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-4678947465437239494</id><published>2011-05-03T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T03:25:49.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>WHO ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>Quem é você que apareceu do nada e me amedrontou com sua face dilacerada e esse seu jeito nada sutil de me tratar?&lt;div&gt;Até parece que não se recorda de quem eu sou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem eu sou para você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou um mero fardo agora né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A repulsa que sente por mim é algo criado por outro ser que ainda não consegui identificar, mas a escolha foi feita e aquilo que eu sentia por você padece num lugar quase que inabitável e meu baú da memória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora que sou eu e quem é você??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-4678947465437239494?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4678947465437239494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-are-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4678947465437239494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4678947465437239494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-are-you.html' title='WHO ARE YOU?'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-1755981345195006792</id><published>2011-04-30T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:10:27.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Coração X Razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Uma criatura delicada e amorosa se rendeu aos caprichos do ser que ela até então amava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Ela se policiou, se condicionou, se privou de doces e singelos momentos de sua vida, tudo isso para satisfazer o seu "amor".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A sua razão dizia que não precisava fazer nada disso, pois o amor, o sentimento que tinha pelo tal ser, não iria se acabar de uma hora para a outra, porém seu coração ingênuo e temeroso lhe dizia para acatar todas as "ordens" senão o seu amor o deixaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Qual é o correto a se seguir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O Coração ou a Razão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Eu sei que até pode parecer meu cliché, mas a dica que dou é para se viver intensamente e não se culpe por ter feito a escolha errada, na verdade não existe escolha errada, existe sim um momento propício a aquela atitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0V-jrusdjcA/TbxsY9WAYjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XeTKTy0xx2g/s1600/by%2Bmathiole%2B-%2BDeviantart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0V-jrusdjcA/TbxsY9WAYjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XeTKTy0xx2g/s400/by%2Bmathiole%2B-%2BDeviantart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601471212581577266" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8369910406320988886-1755981345195006792?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1755981345195006792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/coracao-x-razao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1755981345195006792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1755981345195006792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/coracao-x-razao.html' title='Coração X Razão'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0V-jrusdjcA/TbxsY9WAYjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XeTKTy0xx2g/s72-c/by%2Bmathiole%2B-%2BDeviantart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-6656091931227887113</id><published>2011-04-24T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:35:45.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Aprenda A Ser Um Homem De Verdade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Li0Sb0R99Xo/TbTcKBcuvCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/d5BvemJOuXg/s1600/livre.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Li0Sb0R99Xo/TbTcKBcuvCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/d5BvemJOuXg/s400/livre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599342301474110498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 13px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Falar que é homem qualquer um pode dizer, o difícil mesmo é demonstrar ser homem com as atitudes e lamento, pois suas atitudes não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;condizeram&lt;/span&gt; com as suas palavras. Você continua sim sendo um moleque egoísta que em nenhum momento pensou nos meus sentimentos, somente pensou em saciar a sua sede de gozo momentâneo e por fim virou as costas para mim como se eu fosse apenas mais um. Doeu, doeu muito saber que conheci uma pessoa totalmente diferente do que imaginava ser, mas acabou e não sofro mais por isso, ao contrário, não perdi nada, apenas ganhei, ganhei mais uma chance de ser feliz e garanto que não vou desperdiçá-la...Enfim hoje eu sou livre para a vida, hoje eu sou e estou livre de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8369910406320988886-6656091931227887113?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6656091931227887113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/falar-que-e-homem-qualquer-um-pode.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6656091931227887113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6656091931227887113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/falar-que-e-homem-qualquer-um-pode.html' title='Aprenda A Ser Um Homem De Verdade.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Li0Sb0R99Xo/TbTcKBcuvCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/d5BvemJOuXg/s72-c/livre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-8547629358176365503</id><published>2011-04-24T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:23:51.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>O Martírio Continua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o meu martírio continua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As horas demoram a passar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os dias custam a acabar e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu sigo o meu rumo sem rumo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto que meu olhar se perde na multidão a procura de algo que sei que não mais terei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tento me demonstrar forte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; mas tem horas que não consigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei que nada adianta ficar assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas como vou me demonstrar feliz se não estou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É difícil, tá difícil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora eu oro para que esse martírio se cesse o mais depressa possível e que essa falsa melancólica que me acompanha todos os dias se evanesca pelos ares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8369910406320988886-8547629358176365503?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/8547629358176365503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-martirio-continua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8547629358176365503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8547629358176365503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-martirio-continua.html' title='O Martírio Continua...'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-4227441043605117590</id><published>2011-04-12T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:09:06.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Me Entorpecendo de Vc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0brnvJ73Do/TaUCwy6fSaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qCcV78UHFSE/s1600/edward-scissorshands.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0brnvJ73Do/TaUCwy6fSaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qCcV78UHFSE/s320/edward-scissorshands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594881149401778594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sabe aquelas pessoas que do nada aparecem em nossas vidas e que infelizmente somem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Somem, pois não demos o real valor a elas ou simplesmente porque o destino quis que fosse assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Então, eu conheci uma pessoa assim, pessoa essa que se fez presente por um determinado tempo e depois sumiu, se esvaiu para um lugar não frequentado por mim. Após esse período os nossos vínculos foram retomados e pretendo não mais perdê-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Vou chamá-lo de "Edward", o menino simples, que ama se entorpecer e é fã da Bjork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sua timidez atrai, sua fala mansa seduz, seu sorriso encanta, me encanta e fica a pergunta como pude deixar que essa pessoa não fosse mais presente na minha vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Bom esse é Edward o menino que ama se entorpecer mas acima de tudo ama ser feliz.&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/8369910406320988886-4227441043605117590?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4227441043605117590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-entorpecendo-de-vc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4227441043605117590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4227441043605117590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-entorpecendo-de-vc.html' title='Me Entorpecendo de Vc.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0brnvJ73Do/TaUCwy6fSaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qCcV78UHFSE/s72-c/edward-scissorshands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-7146618307778967773</id><published>2011-04-06T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:14:58.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnTD6oTLvxw/TZwl8Z4ogBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3PhUiybseQQ/s1600/feliz.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnTD6oTLvxw/TZwl8Z4ogBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3PhUiybseQQ/s200/feliz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592386556958113810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Passando por um dos momentos mais difíceis da minha vida. Após quase 7 meses eu não te tenho mais, mas confesso que não mais o quero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Infelizmente hoje você é só mais um no meu baú da memória e em breve será apenas uma singela lembrança. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Felizmente eu tomo está decisão sem nenhum receio ou preocupação, afinal, sou jovem, bonito e tenho um mundo de possibilidades pela frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Hoje não tenho ódio de você, não tenho nenhum sentimento ruim por você, mas fico triste por conhecer um dos piores sentimentos que uma pessoa pode sentir por outra, tenho pena de você. Pena, pois não precisava você ter feito tudo isso, só bastava você ter sido sincero e ponto final, mas se você preferiu essa alternativa, quem sou eu para questionar??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Eu sei que essa transição é muito difícil, deixar de pensar "nós", para começar a pensar "eu" não é nada facíl, mas eu sei me adaptar a diversas situações e isso não é um bicho de sete cabeças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Agora eu digo que a partir de hoje dia 6/04/11 às 05h17, eu seguirei o meu caminho de cabeça erguida e prometo ... EU SEREI MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUITO FELIZ. &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/8369910406320988886-7146618307778967773?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7146618307778967773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/recomecar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7146618307778967773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7146618307778967773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/recomecar.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnTD6oTLvxw/TZwl8Z4ogBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3PhUiybseQQ/s72-c/feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-899910175151668088</id><published>2011-04-04T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:41:36.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Diário De Uma Separação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGaSmSjcyeA/TZl1RqxDNzI/AAAAAAAAATc/gQ66U-CpqVs/s1600/confissoes-de-um-coracao-partido1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGaSmSjcyeA/TZl1RqxDNzI/AAAAAAAAATc/gQ66U-CpqVs/s200/confissoes-de-um-coracao-partido1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591629358755428146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Está sendo tão difícil viver sem o seu sorriso, sem o seu toque, sem você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como pode aquele grandioso amor se dissipar do nada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simplesmente virou fumaça?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por que você mentiu para mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você me disse que era para sempre. Mentiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você prometeu para mim, que nunca ia de deixar. Mentiu também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por quê? Por quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8369910406320988886-899910175151668088?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/899910175151668088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-de-uma-separacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/899910175151668088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/899910175151668088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-de-uma-separacao.html' title='Diário De Uma Separação'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGaSmSjcyeA/TZl1RqxDNzI/AAAAAAAAATc/gQ66U-CpqVs/s72-c/confissoes-de-um-coracao-partido1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-2524674414745246704</id><published>2011-03-26T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:48:56.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Destino Incerto</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu fui fazer uma experiência muito doida, fui seguir um rumo incerto, tipo "deixa a vida me levar". Com o meu itinerário desconhecido eu zarpei nessa ideia transgressora, onde o intuito era de saber como o meu corpo e minha mente agirião em real situação.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Após realizada a experiência as conclusões que tive foram, o quanto que somos dependentes do habitual, da rotina, é meio claustrofóbico você estar fora do seu meio, fora do seu cercado e uma coisa que não consegui perder foi a inibição, tentar agir com naturalidade numa situação dessa é difícil, até tentei, mas minha mente impedia que eu me demonstrasse vulnerável, vulnerável sim, pois eu não queria mostrar que estava perdido, talvez eu tenha agido de forma errada, mas foi como o meu corpo e minha mente agiram.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-2524674414745246704?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2524674414745246704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/03/destino-incerto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/2524674414745246704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/2524674414745246704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/03/destino-incerto.html' title='Destino Incerto'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-7256022986939039182</id><published>2011-03-08T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T07:16:10.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Surfando Nas Ideias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ontem fui assisti o tão aguardado filme 'Bruna Surfistinha', que conta a história de Raquel que mais tarde se tornaria Bruna, uma burguesinha que decidiu largar sua vida de "luxo" e seguir seu rumo, sem ninguém pegando em seu pé, sem ordens, sem precisar da ajuda de ninguém. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruna ou melhor Raquel se desprende de tudo e de todos com um único objetivo buscar a sua felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dois pontos me chamaram a atenção nesse filme, primeiro o quanto é difícil nos desprendemos das coisas e das pessoas, o que não ocorreu com Raquel, mas fiquei pensando que a decisão de deixar tudo para trás e cair no mundo sem dono, deve ser uma decisão que devemos pensarmos e repensarmos diversas vezes, mas não repudio quem toma essa decisão de supetão, afinal, o importante é correr atrás daquilo que você acredita e ponto final e o outro ponto que me despertou grande atenção foi o fato de o quanto somos carentes de pessoas que nos dão um simples abraço, um pequeno conselho, um aperto de mão, enfim, somos 100% carentes, e é quase que impossível que alguém em seu reduto particular viva sem tudo isso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é quase que uma necessidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom as lições que tive foram que temos sim que nos desprendemos do mundo em que nos encontramos algumas vezes, mas devemos sempre manter os laços de afetos e confianças que foram criados até aqui, pois serão eles que nos apoiarão no futuro.&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/8369910406320988886-7256022986939039182?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7256022986939039182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/03/surfando-nas-ideias.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7256022986939039182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7256022986939039182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/03/surfando-nas-ideias.html' title='Surfando Nas Ideias'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-8802427624414216233</id><published>2011-02-25T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T05:49:19.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Você tem o dever de ver esse vídeo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="380" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ri49XBQ23kA" frameborder="0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensacional. Sem palavras. Lindo demais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-8802427624414216233?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/8802427624414216233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-tem-o-dever-de-ver-esse-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8802427624414216233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8802427624414216233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-tem-o-dever-de-ver-esse-video.html' title='Você tem o dever de ver esse vídeo.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ri49XBQ23kA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-1046468220379608401</id><published>2011-02-13T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T03:05:23.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>O por que de 9:00?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Certa vez a minha insanidade aflorada me dominou e em mim eu tatuei algo que para mim é de grande importância, ou era, sei lá rs, enfim tatuei 9:00 no meu punho direito, pois foi a hora em que eu nasci, independente se é ou não um motivo idiota, para mim não é. Bom, depois desse meu ato insano eu carrego um enorme ponto de interrogação em minha testa, todos me questionam o por que de 9:00?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou explicar novamente né? rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas graça a esse fato isolado pude constatar o quanto curioso o ser humano é, e se acha que estou com raiva ou com medo do ser humano, está completamente enganado, fico feliz, pois que bom que ainda nos questionamos e que questionamos aquilo que possa acrescentar ou simplesmente tirar o nosso ponto de interrogação de nossas testas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredito que somente assim, se questionando e com diversos porquês poderemos nos abastecer de informações uteis e que levaremos para a vida toda e assim cresceremos ainda mais como seres humanos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, o por que do por que???&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/8369910406320988886-1046468220379608401?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1046468220379608401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-por-que-de-900.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1046468220379608401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1046468220379608401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-por-que-de-900.html' title='O por que de 9:00?'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-6078092699536795285</id><published>2011-02-05T02:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T06:14:58.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>A Marionete.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TU0mhum7ulI/AAAAAAAAATE/NOKDZWEu568/s1600/marionete%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TU0mhum7ulI/AAAAAAAAATE/NOKDZWEu568/s320/marionete%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570150675016038994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As ordens do ser estupendamente egoísta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;seus movimentos são condicionados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;        Para onde ir, o que fazer, tudo, completamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tudo que é proposto por este ser maquiavélico, ela faz sem rodeios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vivendo uma vida que não é a sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Uma vida que será seu flagelo para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas ainda há uma esperança para a pobre marionete, mesmo tendo seus movimentos controlados, há uma coisa que seu mestre jamais controlará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seus pensamentos, seus sonhos, sua imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Em cada anoitecer a doce marionete em seu estado convalescente  fecha seus olhos e se joga no mundo deliciosamente livre, sem ordens, sem cordas, sem correntes, simplesmente livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8369910406320988886-6078092699536795285?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6078092699536795285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/02/marionete.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6078092699536795285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6078092699536795285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/02/marionete.html' title='A Marionete.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TU0mhum7ulI/AAAAAAAAATE/NOKDZWEu568/s72-c/marionete%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-1442749235583435559</id><published>2011-02-05T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T02:14:47.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Musicalizado</title><content type='html'>Resolvi falar sobre dois Cds que estão contagiando os meus dias, estão predominando o meu play/set list, enfim estão aprofundando sob minhas ondas cerebrais e fazendo o meu coração pulsar mais e mais.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TU0drCfqxSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rF3nDxTQyYo/s1600/first-impressions-of-earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TU0drCfqxSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rF3nDxTQyYo/s200/first-impressions-of-earth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570140939368449314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As minhas primeiras impressões sobre "First Impresssions Of Earth" dos Strokes foram estupefatas. Confesso que comprei o disco só por causa da música &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;You Only Live Once&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;", mas fui surpreendido com um Cd repleto de música boas e que sensação boa é você ser surpreendido, deu para acreditar que ainda se faz música boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;EU INDICO SEMPRE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TU0hSlVsm9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Hk7mPnjVGxE/s200/6a00d8341c0f9b53ef010536aaf01f970c-800wi.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570144917271649234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Outra dica que dou é "Light Grenades" o sexto álbum da Incubus,  bom pra cassete, "&lt;i&gt;Anna Molly e Oil And Water&lt;/i&gt;" são as minhas prediletas, mas o Cd todo é sensacional é puro Rock n' Rool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um som que te faz pular da cama e se rebelar contra as incertezas do mundo, é totalmente surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMO MUITO ESTE CD. INDICO.&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/8369910406320988886-1442749235583435559?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1442749235583435559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/02/musicalizado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1442749235583435559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1442749235583435559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/02/musicalizado.html' title='Musicalizado'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TU0drCfqxSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rF3nDxTQyYo/s72-c/first-impressions-of-earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-7264068084024412947</id><published>2011-01-23T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T01:03:42.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Ciúme de Você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Como já diz a música:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;"Se você demora mais um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico louco esperando por você&lt;br /&gt;E digo que não me preocupa&lt;br /&gt;Procuro uma desculpa&lt;br /&gt;Mas que todo mundo vê&lt;br /&gt;Que é ciúme, ciúme de você&lt;br /&gt;Ciúme de você, ciúme de você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;"Este telefone que não para de tocar&lt;br /&gt;Está sempre ocupado quanto eu penso em lhe falar&lt;br /&gt;Quero então saber logo quem lhe telefonou&lt;br /&gt;O que disse, o que queria e o que você falou&lt;br /&gt;Só de ciúme, ciúme de você&lt;br /&gt;Ciúme de você, ciúme de você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;"Se você me diz que vai sair&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho eu não deixo você ir&lt;br /&gt;Entenda que o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tem amor demais meu bem e essa é a razão&lt;br /&gt;Do meu ciúme, ciúme de você&lt;br /&gt;Ciúme de você, ciúme de você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ciúmes talvez seja a maior demonstração de amor e nós ainda não percebemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;PS: Pometo que a partir de hoje vou olhar com outros olhos as suas atitudes, pois também tenho muito ciúme de você, ciúme de você, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;iúme de você, ciúme de você. rsrs&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Fica a dica para todos, ciúme é necessário sempre, mas nada em excesso, beleza? rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cJVp5xJtni8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-7264068084024412947?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7264068084024412947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/ciume-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7264068084024412947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7264068084024412947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/ciume-de-voce.html' title='Ciúme de Você.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cJVp5xJtni8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-5041897358054056050</id><published>2011-01-20T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:55:44.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos que vem e que vão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TTjLRyRfUXI/AAAAAAAAASg/zbtZeRVH4Nc/s1600/pensando2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TTjLRyRfUXI/AAAAAAAAASg/zbtZeRVH4Nc/s320/pensando2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564420846029590898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pensamentos, eles vem e eles se vão, mas até o momento em que eles se evanescem em nossas mentes, eles podem nos causar uma tremenda ebulição de sensações, duvidas, opiniões, enfim, nos faz repensarmos em coisas extremamente importantes ou coisas insignificantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A dica que eu dou e que tento levar comigo para a vida é que pensemos menos e vivemos mais, pois o tempo que nos pegamos perguntando "O que será que certo ou errado?", "O que será que ele ou ela vai achar?", "Mas alguém vai gostar disso?" é um tempo quase completamente perdido, então tire o peso das costas, não se policie por um simples achismo, vivencie cada momento e liberte-se pra vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Afinal, os pensamentos vem e vão...&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/8369910406320988886-5041897358054056050?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5041897358054056050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/pensamentos-que-vem-e-que-vao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5041897358054056050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5041897358054056050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/pensamentos-que-vem-e-que-vao.html' title='Pensamentos que vem e que vão'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TTjLRyRfUXI/AAAAAAAAASg/zbtZeRVH4Nc/s72-c/pensando2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-296050336792789547</id><published>2011-01-09T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T01:50:22.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medo'/><title type='text'>Direito a Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certa vez eu li eu algum lugar que preconceito é ignorância, concordo plenamente com essa opinião, porém acredito que grande parte que "fabrica" o preconceito seja o medo, sim o medo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje as pessoas estão cada vez mais com medo, medo do novo, medo de se arriscarem na vida, medo de serem felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O medo restringe, o medo enclausura, o medo sufoca e impede você de viver. O medo te obriga a permanecer estagnado naquele sistema monocromático e fecha seus olhos para os prazeres da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não deixe o medo predominar sob você, acredite que todos tenham o direito à felicidade, inclusive você, então chega dessa figura deformada que você se transformou, se mostre superior ao medo e ao preconceito e perceba que a vida é um dom que merece ser preservado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIGA NÃO AO &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PRECONCEITO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-296050336792789547?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/296050336792789547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/direito-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/296050336792789547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/296050336792789547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/direito-felicidade.html' title='Direito a Felicidade'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-19747330843376231</id><published>2011-01-04T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:58:48.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Don't Let Me Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Durante todo o nosso grande trajeto de viver um mesmo objetivo é compartilhado por todos nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas será que esse é um verdadeiro objetivo ou é um peso que involuntariamente colocamos em nossas costas e carregamos esse fardo pelo o resto de nossas vidas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nos culpamos, nos auto flagelamos, nos levamos a sério demais, por um simples intuito, não decepcionar quem apostou na gente, quem nos ama, pois temos o direito de darmos uma resposta a toda a força e apoio que nos foi dado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas será que esse alguém realmente  se importa com essa tal resposta? Será que vai mudar algo se não obtiverem essa resposta? Será que não estamos nos policiando demasiadamente por algo que não tem grande importância? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não se decepcione se por toda a sua vida você tentou não decepcionar quem você ama, isso não está errado, só venho aqui nos libertar dessa obrigação imaginária, afinal, isso não é obrigatório. As decepções virão, mas as alegrias também e se esse alguém te amar de verdade  independente do momento ele estará lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                                  Aperte o play e decepcione ou não, enfim viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                                         &lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/471236861/25f6b11e" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-19747330843376231?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/19747330843376231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-let-me-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/19747330843376231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/19747330843376231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-let-me-down.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Me Down'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-1417696413865411569</id><published>2011-01-01T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:44:53.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Retrospectiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/p/e-gracas-deus-sonoridade-esteve-mais.html"&gt;Músicas 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/p/grandes-filmes-tambem-fizeram-parte-de.html"&gt; Filmes 2010     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-1417696413865411569?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1417696413865411569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/retrospectiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1417696413865411569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1417696413865411569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/retrospectiva.html' title='Retrospectiva'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-2715131763488277254</id><published>2011-01-01T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:36:42.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Para o amor.</title><content type='html'>►&lt;a href="http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/p/num-lugar-totalmente-inusitado-nos.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt; ◄&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-2715131763488277254?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2715131763488277254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/2715131763488277254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/2715131763488277254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-o-amor.html' title='Para o amor.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-4707499291934726368</id><published>2010-12-31T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:46:03.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>De: 2010 Para: 2011</title><content type='html'>Enfim mais um ano que termina e sede passagem para um novo que se aproxima, e o que dizer de 2010?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um ano maravilhoso, ano em que pude viver á mais verdadeira vida, o sangue em minhas veias realmente pulsaram, jorraram, ferveram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TR3iFSyfTBI/AAAAAAAAARY/kSJpJyPH4cA/s200/amigos.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556846095815887890" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010, ano em que os laços de amizades se fortaleceram, os "borres" estiveram presentes e as gargalhadas foram constantes e o melhor eu sei que no próximo ano tudo isso se continuará e irá triplicar. [ é o que eu espero kkk ]&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em 2010 pude conhecer pessoas dignas, de coração puros, verdadeiras pessoas do bem, como, Ruth, Ludmyla, Cintia, Clarissa, Ana Paula, Lucas, Maria Lima entre tantos. [ Que bom que a minha empatia ainda conquista grandes seres ] Também em 2010 o meu grande segredo não foi tão grande assim, consegui lidar com ele de maneira esplêndida e me impor de modo correto, feliz eu estou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TR3l6zgw93I/AAAAAAAAARg/TR-c4XW_IOI/s320/Danilo_e_Rodrigm.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556850313667868530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a minha grande conquista em 2010, foi a descoberta do que é amar e ser amado de verdade, um fato totalmente isolado de tudo e todos que me cercava aconteceu e logo depois o amor em mim se acendeu e a esperança de poder amar alguém se revitalizou. Uma pessoa que a cada dia se torna mais e mais essencial na minha vida, tenho medo de perdê-lo, tenho medo de magoá-lo, isso é o amor. Essa pessoa é ele e ele é o meu amor, o amor que sempre procurei e em diversos pensamentos eu o avistei, mas nunca o pude tocá-lo, mas hoje esse meu sonho é uma realidade, hoje eu posso beijá-lo, senti-lo e amá-lo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OBRIGADO 2010!!! e que em 2011 eu possa viver sem pudor, sem receio, sem medo de ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FELIZ 2011!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8369910406320988886-4707499291934726368?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4707499291934726368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/12/de-2010-para-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4707499291934726368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4707499291934726368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/12/de-2010-para-2011.html' title='De: 2010 Para: 2011'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TR3iFSyfTBI/AAAAAAAAARY/kSJpJyPH4cA/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-8587069517204397911</id><published>2010-12-29T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T08:17:57.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TRteapeg2PI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9Cthbdyz40A/s1600/amigos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TRteapeg2PI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9Cthbdyz40A/s320/amigos1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556138377195084018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Como pode alguém desconhecido, alguém de outra origem, outro sangue, se tornar alguém mais que essencial na sua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Alguém que divide com você as alegrias e as tristezas da vida, alguém que de acordo com você, vive um matrimônio eterno e o melhor sem papel assinado, sem casa, sem relações intimas, simplesmente é um eterno ouvinte de nossas angustias e incertezas, um compartilhador de momentos e é mais que um mero membro da família e um membro da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Como pode? Como pode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Essa é mais uma prova de que a vida é algo sublime, algo que será para sempre indecifrável, a vida é simplesmente a viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Então vamos vivê-la ao lado dessas pessoas essenciais e unicas, mesmo que a distância se sobressaia, ainda sim serão pessoas insubstituíveis... Amigos ame-os e cultive-os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;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/8369910406320988886-8587069517204397911?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/8587069517204397911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/12/amigos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8587069517204397911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8587069517204397911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/12/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TRteapeg2PI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9Cthbdyz40A/s72-c/amigos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-4323360430352287335</id><published>2010-09-25T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:52:20.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscritos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medo'/><title type='text'>O mundo dos desprezíveis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TJ5gs5NnB7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/4Bqfd0Z00-s/s1600/corvos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TJ5gs5NnB7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/4Bqfd0Z00-s/s400/corvos2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520956517591222194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; "&gt;Cansado de estar cercado por seres totalmente rudimentares que são desprovidos de inteligência e seguem a lei de quem fala mais alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seres putrefatos que se originaram de um mundo paralelo aonde a ignorância prevalece e as asneiras são louvadas. Tolos, desprezíveis que usam e abusam do poder da voz para serem notados, pois são necessitados de visibilidade, os holofotes é o alvo a ser atingindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Esses humanóides são considerados a ralé da ralé, a insignificância é a palavra para adjetivá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Respeito é uma palavras extinta em seu vocabulário e os palavrões sobressaem em seu dialeto. Uns gordos, outros magros, carecas e cabeludos ambos distintos mas igualmente iguais na sua ignorância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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: medium;"&gt;PS: Dotados de extrema ignorância e falta de bom senso e educação, são " Escórias " e vivem sem desfrutar o que é " viver ". Pura futilidade. &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/8369910406320988886-4323360430352287335?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4323360430352287335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-mundo-dos-despreziveis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4323360430352287335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4323360430352287335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-mundo-dos-despreziveis.html' title='O mundo dos desprezíveis.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TJ5gs5NnB7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/4Bqfd0Z00-s/s72-c/corvos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-6261975614369146843</id><published>2010-09-20T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:18:08.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Finalmente ele chegou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;De uma forma totalmente inusitada seu olhar veio de encontro ao meu e pronto o destino estava selado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O carinho que tanto esperava se tornou presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O amor que tanto buscava se tornou presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você foi o meu presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É o meu presente e o meu futuro, com você serei muito feliz e feliz te farei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou seu amor, somente seu de mais ninguém, pois é você que eu escolhi e foi você que meu coração escolheu AMO-TE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3--1Kw2UHDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3--1Kw2UHDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-6261975614369146843?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6261975614369146843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/09/finalmente-ele-chegou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6261975614369146843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6261975614369146843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/09/finalmente-ele-chegou.html' title='Finalmente ele chegou.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-3455684761697172775</id><published>2010-06-20T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T09:21:03.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Very Very Bad Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Bom confesso que pensei muito se iria ou não escrever sobre essa celebridade que vem causando um tremendo rebuliço no cenário da música mundial, mas vou falar sim, pois tanta gente já comentou, especulou, criticou então eu também posso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Acho que vocês já devem saber de quem eu esteja falando, sim se você pensou nela está totalmente correto, é a &lt;b&gt;Sra. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stephani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Angelina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Germanotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;  font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ou simplesmente &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lady-gaga.net/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt; Gaga.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TB3yjRj-ACI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iU1rUoW6BdA/s1600/Lady%2BGaGa%2BGaga.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TB3yjRj-ACI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iU1rUoW6BdA/s400/Lady%2BGaGa%2BGaga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484806609030742050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt; Gaga surgiu de vez no cenário musical no ano de 2009, onde seu primeiro&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt; Dance &lt;/b&gt;música com a parceria de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt; começou a ser ouvido em diversas rádios do mundo, mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gaga tinha e tem algo a mais além de suas músicas dançantes e de letras fáceis, é algo que não se via desde &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0cJnVeiMrw" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0cJnVeiMrw" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0cJnVeiMrw" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lauper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueUOTImKp0k" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(50, 170, 255); "&gt;David &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueUOTImKp0k" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bowie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hMrY8jysdg" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Freddie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hMrY8jysdg" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mercury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, entre outros, uma artista totalmente excêntrica, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;performática&lt;/span&gt; e sem medo de ousar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sair com um chapéu de lagosta, fazer um laço com seu próprio cabelo, esconder-se atrás de máscaras que mostram o mínimo de seu rosto, enfim, para muitos isso é só um ato para tentar se aparecer, para Gaga também, pois o sucesso que ela hoje tem, deve-se muito aos seus figurinos bizarros, mas acima de tudo isso, ela gosta de se vestir assim é o estilo exótico de Gaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TB3xrESbDuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/EFJIpUQm9Zo/s400/GAGAS.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484805643394813666" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TB3x39nYg9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/4Z44BjCzkLQ/s400/GAGA.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484805864941978578" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Com o decorrer de suas aparições em momentos e com figurinos inusitados e com seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;clipes&lt;/span&gt; cada vez mais provocantes e sarcásticos Gaga foi conquistando mais e mais uma legião de fãs e admiradores&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;[ eu sou um deles ].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Hoje em sua curta carreira &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt; Gaga já conquistou diversos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;prémios&lt;/span&gt; e continua&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;colecionando&lt;/span&gt; sucesso atrás de sucesso como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Poker&lt;/span&gt; Face um dance-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;eletrônico&lt;/span&gt;que foi realmente seu primeiro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; a estourar no grande mundo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Romande&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Telephone&lt;/span&gt; aonde faz parceria com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Beyoncé&lt;/span&gt; e seu mais novo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Alejandro&lt;/span&gt;, onde o sexo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;grupal&lt;/span&gt; é vangloriado ao som de batidas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;caribenhas&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Bom Lady Gaga chegou e disse que veio para ficar, vamos ver o que o tempo nos diz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8369910406320988886-3455684761697172775?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3455684761697172775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/06/very-very-bad-girl-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3455684761697172775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3455684761697172775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/06/very-very-bad-girl-2.html' title='Very Very Bad Girl'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/TB3yjRj-ACI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iU1rUoW6BdA/s72-c/Lady%2BGaGa%2BGaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-1136265541446519015</id><published>2010-06-20T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:38:21.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga - Just Dance ft. Colby O'Donis</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2Abk1jAONjw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Abk1jAONjw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Abk1jAONjw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-1136265541446519015?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1136265541446519015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/06/lady-gaga-just-dance-ft-colby-odonis_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1136265541446519015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1136265541446519015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/06/lady-gaga-just-dance-ft-colby-odonis_20.html' title='Lady Gaga - Just Dance ft. 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Amigos, parceiros e amores descartáveis que em um determinado momento de nossas vidas, foram mais que presentes, foram essenciais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas da mesma forma que a vida anda, nós também andamos e nem sempre é para o mesmo lado que caminhamos, daí somos obrigados a nos ausentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, caso você não queira mais encontrar com pessoas descartáveis, já te digo antes que isso é praticamente impossível, pois faz parte da vida e faz parte de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que durante a minha vida também irei me deparar com várias pessoas descartáveis, mas para mim elas jamais serão descartáveis, elas serão para sempre, pois elas estarão no mais infinito reduto e no mais secreto dos meus esconderijos, estarão no meu "Baú da memória", lugar este onde a lembranças boa habitam e os momentos inesquecíveis são celebrados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creio que todos somos pessoas descartáveis, mas acima de tudo somos para sempre! Sei que a parte física ela se dissolve, se desmancha, mas a lembrança fica, a recordação é para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OBRIGADO POR VOCÊS FAZEREM VALE A PENA !!!&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;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/8369910406320988886-3252096552879802429?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3252096552879802429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-sempre_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Além do Horizonte</title><content type='html'>Sigo aqui procurando o meu paraíso... lugar este onde a felicidade predomina e cada instante é sempre celebrado como forma de divindade.&lt;div&gt;Além do horizonte ele deve existir, eu sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um lugar supremamente lindo e aconchegante, bom espero te encontrar lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5dfd6799ac395481" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/06/alem-do-horizonte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3162460610252408805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3162460610252408805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/06/alem-do-horizonte.html' title='Além do Horizonte'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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ms;"&gt;No ápice de sua solidão ela nos observa e nos acompanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Durante o dia quando a cidade se torna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;metrópole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ela é obrigada a se retirar e a nos olhar através de uma cortina quase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intransponível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ao cair da noite sua alegria transborda, mas sua solidão é permanente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Delicada como a pérola mais brilhante, imponente como a rocha mais impenetrável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Rainha, majestade,...dama da noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Um mistério a persegue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tão bela e tão só, por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; No ápice de sua solidão ela nos observa e nos acompanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-5946738321382283002?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5946738321382283002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-5583887035325433030</id><published>2010-05-28T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:06:47.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>" Ton "</title><content type='html'>Hoje nessa minha necessidade exaustiva de ter um outro alguém do meu lado, eu mais uma vez me encantei.&lt;br /&gt;Me encantei com seus olhos, com sua boca, com seu cheiro, me encantei com você! 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Mas tenho a plena convicção de que um dia o encanto acaba.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza também que esse encanto não virou paixão, mas sei que ele ainda paira sobre minha vida, sei que ainda há resquícios dele em mim, mas se mantém como uma música tocada em um único "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TON&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Sei que esses encantamentos acontecerão nesse meu mundo insano e verdadeiramente lúdico, mas sei que também devo mudar o "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TON&lt;/span&gt;" e começar a criar novas partituras da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, sinto que ainda estou destoado do mundo e completamente fora do "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TON&lt;/span&gt;", mas um dia acharei o tom certo que fará a trilha sonora da minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-5583887035325433030?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5583887035325433030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/05/ton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5583887035325433030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5583887035325433030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/05/ton.html' title='&quot; Ton &quot;'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-1923225939040571253</id><published>2010-04-16T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:24:11.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Amanhecer</title><content type='html'>Quase todos os dias ao amanhecer uma força inimaginável se apodera de mim e me transforma em um mero "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esquecedor de problemas&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problemas esses que se tornaram presente de mim por dia, meses e anos e que em um simples instante sumiram, desapareceram, se esvairam para um lugar quase impenetrável o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Daí em diante a ampulheta da minha vida é virada, a moeda do meu destino é jogada e da estaca do zero eu recomeço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas chances de acertar e errar são as mesmas, mas as chances de eu ser feliz são maiores ainda...Enfim feliz mais uma vez estou e nada melhor do que amanhecer mais um dia !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-1923225939040571253?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1923225939040571253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/04/amanhecer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1923225939040571253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/1923225939040571253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/04/amanhecer.html' title='Amanhecer'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-5687684984716285601</id><published>2010-04-11T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:00:52.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Vícios e Virtudes</title><content type='html'>Em prisões sem paredes nossos hábitos inveterados ditam as rédeas de nossas vidas até se transformarem em instintos.&lt;div&gt;Instintos esses que culminam o ápice da divindade momentânea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momentos estes onde nossas necessidades sobressaem os nossos desejos sem nenhum receio ou temor, simplesmente são almejados para que assim possamos glorificá-los.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje mais do que nunca carecemos desses "&lt;b&gt;vícios descartáveis&lt;/b&gt;", pois só assim poderemos alcançar extremos talvez inalcancáveis e assim perceber o quão necessitado nós somos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas isso é bom ou ruim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São os dois!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom nossa sentença já foi decretada, fomos condenados a padecer buscando a dor ou o prazer, agora cabe á nós fazermos nossa escolha e nos mantermos sóbrios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S8JwMER5bEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/t0Y4ty8cmp8/s1600/vicios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S8JwMER5bEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/t0Y4ty8cmp8/s320/vicios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459049050936011842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“A virtude é quando se tem a dor seguida do prazer; o vício, é quando se tem o &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;prazer seguido da dor”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&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/8369910406320988886-5687684984716285601?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5687684984716285601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/04/vicios-e-virtudes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5687684984716285601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5687684984716285601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/04/vicios-e-virtudes.html' title='Vícios e Virtudes'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S8JwMER5bEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/t0Y4ty8cmp8/s72-c/vicios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-4005346588252886744</id><published>2010-03-19T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T04:03:14.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>PROTESTE JÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Cultura&lt;/b&gt; é uma grande válvula de escape para qualquer um que possa adquirí-la e assim propagá-la por qualquer canto dessa sociedade. Porém  parece que o Brasil não se importa com a riqueza de cultura que há em nosso país, e como valorizar esses " Mensageiros de Cultura " denominado professores.&lt;div&gt;                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                      &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; "Um país sem cultura é um país sem identidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hoje pude presenciar mais uma de tantas manifestações de professores, que ocorrem até hoje. Pude ver desde protesto solitários onde senhoras e senhores no alto de suas bengalas e experiências agitavam bandeirolas e utilizavam de instrumentos rudimentares para se fazer ouvir no meio da multidão e até protesto mais inflamáveis onde a indignação e a injustiça sobressaia nos olhares dos manifestantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma multidão que fez sua solicitação de melhorias desde salariais, há ambientes mais dignos de trabalho ser ouvida. [Assim espero]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas dentre tantos protestantes e indignados com cartazes, um cartaz me chamou a atenção, que estava escrito está frase _ &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" Vivo em tempos sombrios. Hoje falar de educação é quase um crime "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se o país que quiser ser grande tem que crescer intelectualmente, culturamente primeiro, caso contrário continuáremos sendo o 8° país mais desigual do mundo e o índice  de analfabetismo nunca diminuirá, então &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ACORDA BRASIL !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/8369910406320988886-4005346588252886744?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4005346588252886744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/03/proteste-ja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4005346588252886744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4005346588252886744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/03/proteste-ja.html' title='PROTESTE JÁ'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-4033985089224441980</id><published>2010-03-06T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:01:52.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Inesperado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S5MKwfmVM_I/AAAAAAAAANw/NPKULdg644A/s1600-h/fotos-maos-dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S5MKwfmVM_I/AAAAAAAAANw/NPKULdg644A/s320/fotos-maos-dadas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445708202653332466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão inesperadamente um sentimento que ainda não sei qual se apoderou de mim, e mais inesperadamente eu o aceitei de corpo e alma.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dos poucos e raros momentos de minha vida, que me senti importante para um outro ser, me senti fazendo parte da felicidade do outro alguém...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém esse que durante essa semana se tornou presente em meus pensamentos e se fez estender em minhas questões rotineiras, seja de dia ou de noite lá estava ele na minha cabeça, na minha mente, na minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas infelizmente ou felizmente eu o quis demonstrar o quão importante ele foi para mim, pois devido a um sentimento de culpa, que me pareceu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transparecer&lt;/span&gt;, que eu não o fiz importante  para mim e não o contemplei como realmente deveria, logo assim, eu pela primeira vez sai a luta de algo que era importantíssimo naquele momento e outros que poderão vir, tomei a dianteira, fui atrás da minha felicidade, seja ela momentânea ou prolongada eu fui atrás dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas algo estranho aconteceu, as minhas tentativas de rever esse alguém, não foram bem sucedidas e uma incerteza pairou sobre minha cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Com a incerteza veio as questões, os dilemas, os conflitos existências, a neura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu o compreendi e compreendi a sua ausência obrigada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom hoje após um semana eu espero esse alguém, da mesma forma como o conheci, inesperadamente . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-4033985089224441980?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4033985089224441980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/03/inesperado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4033985089224441980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4033985089224441980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/03/inesperado.html' title='Inesperado'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S5MKwfmVM_I/AAAAAAAAANw/NPKULdg644A/s72-c/fotos-maos-dadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-6246436699046354723</id><published>2010-02-15T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T05:17:07.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Instantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pessoas, lugares, sentimentos e momentos acontecem em nossas vidas, pois a vida é assim um instante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um instante acontece, muda, vira ou permanece, cabe a nós compartilharmos esses instantes com as pessoas certas e saber aceitá-los como experiência de vida e aprendizado da própria vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas esse é um dos meus grandes desafios, saber aceitar cada instante inesperado que a vida nos proporciona, creio que eu seja um tanto egoísta demais ou todos nós somos, sei lá! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pois nos momentos prazerosos aceitamos sem nenhum receio ou duvida e não tem porque também, né? Já nos momentos difíceis colocamos diversos obstáculos e empecilhos em nossos caminhos, talvez por medo e duvida do que acontecerá no final, mas esquecemos que mesmo que mais difícil seja o instante estamos aprendendo muito com ele, talvez até mais do que os momentos felizes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aos poucos venho mudando meu conceito do que é viver e do que é aprender, dessa forma creio que viverei mais intensamente cada instante, sem receio e pudor algum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-6246436699046354723?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6246436699046354723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/instantes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6246436699046354723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6246436699046354723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/instantes.html' title='Instantes'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-5003364035954478481</id><published>2010-02-03T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:18:34.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbb10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='televisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tessalia'/><title type='text'>Tessália é isso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S2ojxlB7l0I/AAAAAAAAANo/x_x3K0fuvTk/s1600-h/0,,34643582-EXH,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S2ojxlB7l0I/AAAAAAAAANo/x_x3K0fuvTk/s320/0,,34643582-EXH,00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434195235036698434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denominada como tirana, falsa, ardilosa e maquiavélica por 78% de votos que a despejaram do viciante BBB, Tessália intrigou 22% e até mesmo o apresentador Pedro Bial, que por sua vez ao não compreender a repulsa e o ódio do público, se calou!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A garota jovem de 22 anos, bonita, mãe e inteligente foi posta como a vilã do programa, onde na verdade ela só foi ela mesma e não se escondeu atrás de uma máscara, foi sincera com o jogo e principalmente consigo mesma em não aceitar certos moralismo para conquistar a  aceitação de todos na casa, pelo contrário disse a verdade quando achou que era de direito ser dita independente se magoasse ou não o ouvinte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas infelizmente seu excesso de sinceridade soou lá dentro e aqui fora como arrogância, falsidade e prepotência, mas eu sou um dos mais de 20% que não compartilham desse ponto de vista;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creio que em um país onde todos julgam os erros dos outros e esquecem de olhar para si mesmo, Tessália errou em ser sincera, em não compreender o jogo BBB e em esquecer que seria julgada por suas atitudes aqui fora no mundo real;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessália ela ousou, abusou, não se temeu e é de pessoas assim que precisamos, Tessália essa garota vai longe.&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/8369910406320988886-5003364035954478481?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5003364035954478481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/tessalia-e-isso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5003364035954478481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5003364035954478481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/tessalia-e-isso.html' title='Tessália é isso!'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S2ojxlB7l0I/AAAAAAAAANo/x_x3K0fuvTk/s72-c/0,,34643582-EXH,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-5757009042160300068</id><published>2010-01-26T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:18:14.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Uma tarde insana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dia 25 de janeiro aniversário de São Paulo, fui para o Sesc Interlargos comemorar com um show da Pitty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma tarde plenamente insana, que foi invadida por seres insanos e desprovidos de cordialidades...Show surreal, dá lama ao caos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S1-giqzSWjI/AAAAAAAAANY/15cf6itGafs/s320/Esssa+403.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431236193097505330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                  &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Valeu Pitty e Parabéns São Paulo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8369910406320988886-5757009042160300068?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5757009042160300068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-tarde-insana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5757009042160300068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5757009042160300068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-tarde-insana.html' title='Uma tarde insana'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/S1-giqzSWjI/AAAAAAAAANY/15cf6itGafs/s72-c/Esssa+403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-5914883127930013374</id><published>2010-01-10T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:58:35.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>1ª década do novo milênio</title><content type='html'>2010 a primeira década do novo milênio, mas o que dizer de 2009? Ano difícil mas muito proveitoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano onde comecei o meu futuro , entrei na faculdade, conheci pessoas parecidas um pouco comigo, adoram sorrir e que o céu é o limite, pessoas inesquecíveis e insubstituíeis, pessoas que buscam viver a vida e aproveitam cada instante que ela nos proporciona!&lt;br /&gt;2009 ano em que me aventurei por caminhos remotos, mas como eu já disse antes me aventurei e foi um aventura formidável.&lt;br /&gt;Consegui um novo emprego, nada extraordinário, exceto pelos indivíduos que conheci, mas já não queria mais e como tudo tem seu tempo permaneci nele por 9 meses. . . Ufa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 fui para lugares legais com pessoas essenciais, gritei, cantei, fiquei, expressei o meu ponto de vista e gravei a minha marca nas paredes dessa cidade...Eis aqui um homem de nome Rodrigo, sonhador ele sempre será é mais um na cidade cinza e só pensa em vencer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que dizer de 2010? Ano conquista espero, conquista de um emprego bom, mais amigos, caminhos novos, um amor e começar uma nova trilha sonora para a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;  2010 será o meu ano!&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/8369910406320988886-5914883127930013374?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5914883127930013374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-decada-do-novo-milenio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Á Vários Pontos Em Minha Vida</title><content type='html'>Quinta-feira dia 17/12 ligo a tv e me vejo entretido com um mundarel de pontos que com o decorrer do tempo se transformam em formas extremamente esdrúxulas e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;inimagináveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pontos esses que acompanham uma batida persuasiva e&lt;br /&gt;nauseante, que te obriga a sentir o algo bom que ainda virá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É a batida do renascer mais uma vez, do momento onde o caos&lt;br /&gt;se silencia e o seu egocentrismo não é nenhum defeito,&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente é algo bom mas passageiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O seu mundo cheio de problemas se torna apenas um detalhe e&lt;br /&gt;a alegria do agora prevalece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hoje eu sei que fui feliz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-1994828742560552722</id><published>2009-12-12T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:16:50.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medo'/><title type='text'>TENHA MEDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tire a venda de seus olhos, a conspiração já se acabou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eles tentaram de tudo, mas tudo que dá medo parece ser tão mais gostoso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;A mordaça que te oprimia, se  soltou, e agora as palavras que tanto queria dizer, já podem ser explanadas como um grito de liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&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:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;GRITE, FUJA, INFRINJA  ... VIVA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&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:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não vivencie mais a felicidade instantânea e chega dessa utopia deformada, está na hora de você se libertar e burlar as regras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&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:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;APAGUE AS LUZES, PICHE AS PAREDES , AUMENTE O SOM  ... VIVA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&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:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lembre-se tudo que dá medo é bem mais gostoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8369910406320988886-1994828742560552722?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1994828742560552722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/12/tenha-medo.html#comment-form' 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verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;A cegueira que até então é a minha companhia constante, se cessa, e tudo aquilo que eu vi exponho ou transpasso de maneira simples e habitual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Meus hábitos se transformam em instintos e meus sentimentos em palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Palavras essas que me auto analisa e tira um peso enorme das minhas costas, nesse momento sou um cego que tudo vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vejo o quão triste eu estou e o quão feliz eu posso ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;As máscaras caem sobre terra, as possibilidades surgem feito ideias e o ser pensante se revela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8369910406320988886-3769724267678587080?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3769724267678587080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/12/manuscritos-de-um-ser-pensante_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3769724267678587080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3769724267678587080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SxKS4pD1LqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WiGd_lOoRQ8/s1600/Olhos.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SxKS4pD1LqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WiGd_lOoRQ8/s320/Olhos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409547604217638562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="1" height="1"&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Com cautela eu a fui percebendo, imaginando diversas possibilidades, prevendo o futuro e querendo o presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mas mais uma vez eu me desapontei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do cara legal que podia ser, acabei me tornando o sempre e bom amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Com cautela eu a fui percebendo e com cautela terei de esquecela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&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:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8369910406320988886-6141826234267799895?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Na noite do crepúsculo eu me autoflagelei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Tentando amenizar a dor que me causa a sua ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Na noite do crepúsculo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;O meu sofrimento se cessou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Na noite do crepúsculo ...!&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/8369910406320988886-5506444642684262362?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5506444642684262362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-7664927443581885241</id><published>2009-06-27T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:21:20.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>L.I.E.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;MENTIRA...essa tal felicidade que eu tento demonstrar, é a mais pura MENTITA...Esse é o meu martírio de todos os dias, talvez seja o fim ?&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/8369910406320988886-7664927443581885241?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7664927443581885241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7664927443581885241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7664927443581885241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/lies.html' title='L.I.E.S'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-4603901864909997253</id><published>2009-05-28T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:22:09.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Revigorante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Sh5b6jcFCCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/P5DhEMo2vlg/s1600-h/pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Sh5b6jcFCCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/P5DhEMo2vlg/s320/pop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340807269611538466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que luz é essa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É a mesma luz que vejo todas as manhãs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Uma luz que vem com um pequeno facho de luz e logo se estende para todos os lados, invadindo o nosso território sem pedir permissão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Uma luz que chega anunciando a chegada de um novo dia, anuncia que tudo é maravilhoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Uma luz que te revigora, te dá forças para seguir firme seu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Uma luz, um clarão intenso, um calor que esquenta a alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bem, hoje aqui estou e continuo esperando o próximo nascer do sol.&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/8369910406320988886-4603901864909997253?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4603901864909997253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Sh5b6jcFCCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/P5DhEMo2vlg/s72-c/pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-7323698337440524248</id><published>2009-05-03T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:04:07.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Descrição Pessoal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Sf2Jo9elmBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w4PZ_CHifG4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Sf2Jo9elmBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w4PZ_CHifG4/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331568870667163666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moreno, alto, bonito, sensual ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um homem, com uma alma de moleque,sorriso para quem quer que seja, mas não para tudo e nem para todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para ele não existe poucas ou meias palavras, existe uma verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Verdade essa que ele não esconde, mas à disfarça quando a necessidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um homem com suas vontades e seus desejos escondidos, com um sentimento desvastador, mas que as vezes o sufoca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na escuridão ele adora se hospedar, pois faz tudo que tem vontade, sem medo de saber se está certo ou errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estilo próprio, sem delonga, uma camisa básica, uma calça jeans e seu companheiro de sempre, aquele tênis surrado de tanto caminhar pelos mundos mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;inóspitos dessa cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fotografar de fato, ele gosta, registrar os  momentos mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;inusitados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diversão ele adora, principalmente se for com as pessoas certas, mas&lt;br /&gt;também curti muito ficar no seu canto &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;observando o mundo girar&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ver aquele lindo nascer do sol,admirar aquele fim de tarde &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:arial;"&gt;espectacular, &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:arial;"&gt;ver o mundo o faz sentir mais vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Música é seu combustível, sem ela, ele não viveria,os sons da cidades o    impulsiona. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sentir o vento na cara, ouvindo a música perfeita é algo surreal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Um homem a qual não se encontra mais por aí, atencioso, carinhoso,       romântico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ele é um bom moço, mas não é santo.Agora só falta a ele uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;companhia, aí sim acho que ele estará completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: pre;font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-7323698337440524248?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7323698337440524248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/05/descricao-pessoal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7323698337440524248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7323698337440524248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/05/descricao-pessoal.html' title='Descrição Pessoal'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Sf2Jo9elmBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w4PZ_CHifG4/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-3994423932447171865</id><published>2009-04-25T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:30:55.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Um Indivíduo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Individualidade, todo mundo tem a sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Mas a minha cisma em se estampar ao grande público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Não sei o por quê, nem o motivo, só sei que é algo que me amedronta, pois não sei por quanto tempo isso irá durar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Individualidade, hoje é mais uma, que me acompanha, nessa longa caminhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Mas luto para que ela, não tome conta de minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-3994423932447171865?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3994423932447171865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-individuo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3994423932447171865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3994423932447171865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-individuo.html' title='Um Indivíduo'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-3071444793992875748</id><published>2009-04-19T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:31:54.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Cada dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SeuSAru9nTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UMk_DuOWuM8/s1600-h/IMG0124A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SeuSAru9nTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UMk_DuOWuM8/s320/IMG0124A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326511524733099314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje o dia amanhece, trazendo com ele a esperança de que tudo no final dará certo, e seremos felizes...Pois nós merecemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-3071444793992875748?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SeuSAru9nTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UMk_DuOWuM8/s72-c/IMG0124A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-2238129253982474418</id><published>2009-04-11T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:23:54.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Sarjeta Imunda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SeFc9UnhkYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/H8Dpl2S_vmI/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SeFc9UnhkYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/H8Dpl2S_vmI/s320/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323638443104899458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida é tão cruel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu quero que você esteje aqui do meu lado, para poder dividir os bons momentos que ela nos proporciona, mas ela é tão cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela é linda e sublime, algo divino, mas por trás dessa máscara se esconde uma face seca, um coração apodrecido, uma amargura incessante, que não é possível ultrapassá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas prometo que não irei desistir, pois ainda te quero aqui do meu lado..., enquanto você não vem, eu afogo minhas angústias, no mais doce e puro vinho.Esse companheiro que me acompanha nas buscar incessantes, para te encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje me encontro, embriagado, jogado nessa sarjeta imunda, onde só espero você chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-2238129253982474418?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2238129253982474418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/sarjeta-imunda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/2238129253982474418'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Carente Profissional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje eu sou um carente profissional!&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que há pessoas que gostam de mim de verdade, e sei que você é uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;Então, muito obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;Como eu já te disse ou não, eu só não quero te magoar.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que você espere algo de mim, e eu não o corresponda com o que você espera.&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que você espera algo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu curti muito todos os momentos que passamos juntos, até agora e sei se teremos muitos ainda..., mas eu só não quero te magoar.&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei o quanto é difícil esperar algo...&lt;br /&gt;Lembre que eu tô aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-6515579730516468877?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6515579730516468877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/carente-profissional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6515579730516468877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6515579730516468877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/carente-profissional.html' title='Carente Profissional'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-8982421733842240473</id><published>2009-04-04T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:34:11.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Vida algo precioso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SdeXTVxlv1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GdnVJX3ooRA/s1600-h/el_castillo_by_rafak9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SdeXTVxlv1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GdnVJX3ooRA/s320/el_castillo_by_rafak9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320887843279978322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nossa vida é algo tão precioso, tão frágil.Todos os dias tentamos dar certo, dar certo no trabalho, dar certo no amor, dar certo na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas nem sempre conseguimos tudo isso, e é aí que perdemos o nosso chão, é aí que o nosso castelo se desaba e não sabemos o que fazer para sairmos dessa situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hoje eu minhas preçes eu peço, para que eu de certo na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-8982421733842240473?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/8982421733842240473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/vida-algo-precioso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8982421733842240473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8982421733842240473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/vida-algo-precioso.html' title='Vida algo precioso.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SdeXTVxlv1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GdnVJX3ooRA/s72-c/el_castillo_by_rafak9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-6648336974357072073</id><published>2009-04-03T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:34:45.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Edifício Olímpia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Foi assim,&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite,&lt;br /&gt;Uma lasanha,&lt;br /&gt;Um papo,&lt;br /&gt;Uma televisão,&lt;br /&gt;Mais papo,&lt;br /&gt;Um quarto,&lt;br /&gt;Algumas músicas,&lt;br /&gt;Um filme,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade,&lt;br /&gt;Alguns carinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Um tesão,&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Vários beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Hum, aconteceu!&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom...&lt;br /&gt;muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Amanheceu e&lt;br /&gt;Era verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Que bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você lembra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-6648336974357072073?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6648336974357072073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/edificio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Quem é esse homem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele parace ser tão legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Um homem bonito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;um homem simpático,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;um homem apaixonante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;um homem de verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Todas as vezes que o vejo sinto algo inexplicável, algo surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Como já disse, um homem de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas parece que ele não existe de tão especial que ele é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;As vezes acho que ele é invisível ou quase invisível, pois só eu o vejo ou  poucas pessoas o vêem, mas nunca como os olhos que eu o vejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas quem é esse homem?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                          ... Esse homem sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;" Relados de um homem que quer ser visto "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-6390125907929640614?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6390125907929640614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/quem-e-esse-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6390125907929640614'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SdTEHi8FQGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8urddgs8qJc/s1600-h/gfde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SdTEHi8FQGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8urddgs8qJc/s400/gfde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320092693748334690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-5023449064856411183?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5023449064856411183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5023449064856411183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5023449064856411183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_02.html' title='...'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SdTEHi8FQGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8urddgs8qJc/s72-c/gfde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-6603243132732943430</id><published>2009-03-31T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:41:22.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Onde você se escondeu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SdJmFzFHcAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gxKRM9f_Xt0/s1600-h/solitude.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SdJmFzFHcAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gxKRM9f_Xt0/s320/solitude.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319426359675023362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hoje o dia está lindo.&lt;br /&gt;Céu azul, pássaros cantando, a brisa batendo no rosto, mas sinto que falta algo.&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo mais aquele sorriso, onde foi que você se escondeu ?...Não consigo te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Vou ver se está no parque, é aquele parque onde nos amavamos, onde o tempo não passava, onde eramos só eu e você.&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde foi que você se escondeu?&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto mais o seu perfume, não ouço mais a sua voz, quero poder te abraçar de novo, dizer o quanto te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde foi que você se escondeu?&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi ...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que me falta hoje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;é saber aonde foi que você se escondeu?&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/8369910406320988886-6603243132732943430?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SdJmFzFHcAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gxKRM9f_Xt0/s72-c/solitude.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-8725639799449555408</id><published>2009-03-28T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:52:21.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;O sinal do recreio da escola toca de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Nuvens chuvosas vêm brincar de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Ninguém te falou que ela não está respirando ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Olá, eu sou a sua mente te dando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;alguém pra conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;olá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Se eu sorrir e não acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Breve, eu sei, eu vou acordar deste sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Não tente me consertar, eu não estou quebrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Olá! Eu sou a mentira vivendo por você, então você pode se      esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Não chore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;De repente, eu sei eu não estou dormindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Olá! Eu ainda estou aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Tudo o que sobrou de ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-8725639799449555408?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/8725639799449555408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='evanescence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Me conforta, me protege, me dá forças.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime e Evanescence duas coisas que gosto muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pois me conforta, me protegem, me dão forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olhem e veêm como é muito lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea914455b4e2a04" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3771206395234272110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-conforta-me-protege-me-da-forcas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3771206395234272110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3771206395234272110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-conforta-me-protege-me-da-forcas.html' title='Me conforta, me protege, me dá forças.'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-2169796092548163799</id><published>2009-03-25T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:48:13.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Um tempo pra mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Scpm4dOM9kI/AAAAAAAAADo/wH2DURqKoII/s1600-h/ampulheta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Scpm4dOM9kI/AAAAAAAAADo/wH2DURqKoII/s320/ampulheta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317175430167197250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;É engraçado a gente sempre fala que não temos tempo, mas na verdade somos nós quem não nos damos o tempo necessário...Um tempo para mim mesmo, uma das coisas que mais quero no momento, tentar colocar os pingos nos is, ver se minhas atitudes correspondem com minha dignidade, ver se não magoei ninguém, enfim. Se fosse possível para o tempo? Mas o tempo corre, não para, nós é quem paramos no tempo em vários momentos de nossas vidas e não percebemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Como eu já disse vou dar um tempo na vida e dar um tempo pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-2169796092548163799?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2169796092548163799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-tempo-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/2169796092548163799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/2169796092548163799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-tempo-pra-mim.html' title='Um tempo pra mim'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Scpm4dOM9kI/AAAAAAAAADo/wH2DURqKoII/s72-c/ampulheta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-5353122577234455459</id><published>2009-03-19T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:48:46.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Quem sou eu ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Momentos esdrúxulos vivi , com pessoas excêntricas e mais que especiais...Hoje estou a deriva , sem rumo . Mas assim eu me encontro e me pergunto ... Quem sou eu ?...Sou o cara massa de toda hora ?...Sou o esquisito da turma ?...Sou o cara mais feliz do mundo ?...Sou o louco que fala sozinho ?...Sou o mais solitário , mesmo estando cercado de amigos ?...Sou o cara feito especialmente para você , mas você nunca me vê !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-5353122577234455459?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5353122577234455459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/quem-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5353122577234455459'/><link rel='self' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Eu sei quem realmente eu sou !&lt;br /&gt;Será que é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Pois as vezes quero fazer o certo, mas quase a maioria das vezes faço o errado.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se gostou de quê, do quê ou de quem?...Mas sei que é muito bom gostar disso.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes é ela ... essa dúvida de não saber o que é certo fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas as vezes é ele...esse medo de ser livre e de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Mas com ela é que eu quero ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é nele que penso o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é incerta, é desconfiada, é simples, é complexa, ela é bela.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é assustador, é forte, é receoso, ele é penetrante.&lt;br /&gt;Dúvida X Medo&lt;br /&gt;Ela X Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-101949070058013376?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/101949070058013376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/bipolaridade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/101949070058013376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/101949070058013376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/bipolaridade.html' title='Bipolaridade'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;Não são nada conclusivas&lt;br /&gt;Esperei o tempo necessário&lt;br /&gt;Para compreender&lt;br /&gt;Que na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso ter você ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que me acostumar&lt;br /&gt;Os dias irão surgir&lt;br /&gt;O sol irá brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ohhh aqui ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje é o primeiro dia&lt;br /&gt;Do resto dos nossos dias&lt;br /&gt;e...&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda espero por você&lt;br /&gt;Entre e feche a porta&lt;br /&gt;Tente me entender&lt;br /&gt;Acalme-se pois você vai ver&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Também posso te tocar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não com o coração ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que me acostumar&lt;br /&gt;Os dias irão surgir&lt;br /&gt;O sol irá brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ohhh aqui ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje é o primeiro dia&lt;br /&gt;Do resto de nossos dias&lt;br /&gt;e...&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda espero por você&lt;br /&gt;Entre e feche a porta&lt;br /&gt;Tente me entender&lt;br /&gt;Acalme-se pois você vai ver&lt;br /&gt;Que estes são os meus problemas&lt;br /&gt;Os problemas que não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Que crio em minha mente por você ...&lt;br /&gt;Por você ...&lt;br /&gt;Por você ...&lt;br /&gt;Por você ...&lt;br /&gt;Por você ...&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/8369910406320988886-2526585904379230881?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2526585904379230881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/neurose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/2526585904379230881'/><link rel='self' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Toda noite  me flagelo, me torturo, pois sei que você não está aqui. Mas sei que sou forte e sei que consigo aguentar essa tortura maçante e mortificante, que é não ter você.&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/8369910406320988886-7881006632977855810?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7881006632977855810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/sem-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7881006632977855810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7881006632977855810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/sem-voce.html' title='Sem você'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-4032228964521519710</id><published>2009-03-12T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:49:57.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Por você !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Sblpf4fQPQI/AAAAAAAAADI/Nz_p1-3lLus/s320/sse.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312393231920545026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hoje é o primeiro dia do resta da minha vida ... e eu ainda espero por você !!&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/8369910406320988886-4032228964521519710?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4032228964521519710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/por-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4032228964521519710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4032228964521519710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/por-voce.html' title='Por você !!'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/Sblpf4fQPQI/AAAAAAAAADI/Nz_p1-3lLus/s72-c/sse.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-4827147694131201513</id><published>2009-03-11T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:47:33.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Apenas um sonho</title><content type='html'>Talvez  eu seja o culpado?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu seja um cara muito pessismista?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu seja o cara mais feliz do mundo e não saiba?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu já tenha te encontrado e não tenha percebido?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu seja o realista?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu possa lhe oferecer mais que um beijo?...Mas você não se toca.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você já poderia estar aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez isso é tudo que eu mais quero?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu já tenha perdido essa batalha?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tudo isso passe ?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez já seja tarde demais?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu seja romântico demais?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu abra os olhos e perceba que tudo isso é um sonho? Que bom seria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="1" height="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/3993/janisjoplinmaybe.swf " wmode="transparent" height="1" width="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-4827147694131201513?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4827147694131201513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/apenas-um-sonho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/4827147694131201513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hoje vislumbro algo que não se encontra em mim , mas sei que se esconde em algum lugar, pois sei que só depois de encontrá-lo serei feliz!&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/8369910406320988886-7526481859496911268?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7526481859496911268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/procurando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7526481859496911268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7526481859496911268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/procurando.html' title='Procurando ...'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-964896987618504979</id><published>2009-03-10T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:51:10.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Putrefacto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nesse ambiente fétido e quase totalmente escuro , iluminado por apenas uma vela eu peço clemência, para que minha vida se ilumine, que não sinta mais esse cheiro de ratos podres que exala frequentemente e que esse pequeno, mas muito importante foco de luz não se apage...Pois caso isso aconteça eu sei que é o fim !&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/8369910406320988886-964896987618504979?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/964896987618504979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/putrefacto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/964896987618504979'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-67896487292589849</id><published>2009-03-08T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:53:49.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres'/><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 de março , dia internacional da mulher ... Mulheres com seus truques , com suas facetas , com suas dúvidas , com sua beleza ... Mulheres denominada de sexo frágil , quem disse ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulheres , nós vivemos um amor platónico , eternamente por vocês !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parabêns !!! ^^&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/8369910406320988886-67896487292589849?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/67896487292589849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/67896487292589849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/67896487292589849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-5347665074019163843</id><published>2009-03-04T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:54:29.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Torçendo !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hoje a única coisa que me tranquiliza é saber que ainda terá o amanhã ... e saber que a minha vida ainda pode dar certo . Espero que eu não esteja enganado e que essa dúvida torne-se certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Pois não quero saber,  que não tive a oportunidade de viver o amanhã e essa dúvida não teve resposta !&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/8369910406320988886-5347665074019163843?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5347665074019163843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/torcendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5347665074019163843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/5347665074019163843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/torcendo.html' title='Torçendo !!'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-7060732279263622832</id><published>2009-02-28T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:43:23.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Dia 27/02 as 22:20hs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;"&gt;No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ónibus&lt;/span&gt; eu a vi , morena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jambo&lt;/span&gt; , delicada , uma perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mais uma vez me faltou a tal da atitude , não soube o que fazer , o que falar , mesmo estando ao seu lado ... Mil coisas passaram em minha cabeça , mas nenhuma mudava a minha atitude ... travou !&lt;br /&gt;Bom depois resolvi ouvir uma música , coloquei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Goo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Goo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dolls&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt; linda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt; ? Sabia que ela ia gostar . Só não ia gostar se gostasse se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;funk&lt;/span&gt;...aí me veio um lapso de coragem e perguntei se a música estava &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;incomodando&lt;/span&gt;-a ?...Ela me disse que não , mas já era tarde demais , para puxar uma conversa , pois no ponto seguinte ela desceu , mas antes de descer ela me disse outra coisa , disse que eu tinha um bom gosto ... deve ser por isso que a achei tão linda e não paro de pensar nela.&lt;br /&gt;Espero poder encontra-la de novo e não ter medo de tentar , pois nem sempre se tem uma segunda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chance&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/8369910406320988886-7060732279263622832?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-8947843197033667990</id><published>2009-02-27T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:43:58.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu naõ posso correr mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu caio diante de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqui estou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não tenho mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apesar de ter tentado esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você é tudo o que eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leve-me para casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não brigarei mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quebrado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu desisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você é minha única força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não posso continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca mais...Jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha única esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(todo as vezes que eu tentei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha única paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(para me afastar de você)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha única alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha única força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(eu caí na sua abundante graça)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu único poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha única vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(e o amor está onde eu estou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu único amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não posso correr mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu me entrego a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sinto muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sinto muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em toda a minha amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu ignorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo que é real e verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo que eu preciso é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando a noite cai sobre mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não fecharei meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu estou muito viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E você é muito forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não consigo mentir mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu caio diante de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sinto muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sinto muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constantemente ignorando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A dor que me consome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas dessa vez o corte é muito fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu nunca me perderei de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-8947843197033667990?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/8947843197033667990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8947843197033667990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/8947843197033667990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-7053911955372916039</id><published>2009-02-24T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:44:39.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domesticavél'/><title type='text'>Uma Amor Domesticavél</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SaPpZAzhalI/AAAAAAAAACY/IGNa31Zx4Nw/s1600-h/r+e+m.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SaPpZAzhalI/AAAAAAAAACY/IGNa31Zx4Nw/s320/r+e+m.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306341401894677074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rex e Maylon eu amo muito amar esses dois...pois é uma das mais verdadeira e pura demonstração de carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo isso sem pedir nada em troca ... " Bem só um pouco de carinho e atenção , mas isso todo mundo precisa,né ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dois cachorros sem vergonhas , mas com muuuita paciência para me ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rex e Maylon dois amigos de verdade...malucos feito o dono .&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/8369910406320988886-7053911955372916039?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7053911955372916039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-amor-domesticavel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7053911955372916039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/7053911955372916039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-amor-domesticavel.html' title='Uma Amor Domesticavél'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SaPpZAzhalI/AAAAAAAAACY/IGNa31Zx4Nw/s72-c/r+e+m.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-6899943245506518371</id><published>2009-02-20T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:45:13.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Meus 21 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SZ78KjwBaoI/AAAAAAAAACA/TgrMKqfVxwE/s1600-h/feliz_aniversario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SZ78KjwBaoI/AAAAAAAAACA/TgrMKqfVxwE/s320/feliz_aniversario.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304954669414574722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt; amanhã completo 21 anos. Durante esses 21 anos consegui conquistar o afeto de muitas pessoas , mas a pessoa que eu mais precisava nunca há encontrei ... Quem sabe seja apartir de agora ... já ... não que eu esteja desesperado , mas é porque eu sei que falta algo , e esse algo é você !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;Eu sei que hoje sou um cara mil vezes melhor , do que fui ontem , mas parece que sou o único que percebe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;Hoje eu não quero presentes ... hoje eu só quero ser feliz !&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/8369910406320988886-6899943245506518371?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6899943245506518371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/meus-21_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6899943245506518371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/6899943245506518371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/meus-21_20.html' title='Meus 21 ...'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SZ78KjwBaoI/AAAAAAAAACA/TgrMKqfVxwE/s72-c/feliz_aniversario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-3152302492027553871</id><published>2009-02-20T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T03:47:30.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Relação sonora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sem ela eu não respiro .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Em vários momentos da minha vida , foi ela quem me apoiou e enxugou as  minhas lágrimas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ela me faz sentir que estou vivo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Me mostra , que ainda á uma saída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Me faz rir e chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu sei que posso contar com ela a qualquer hora ... mas mais uma vez sem ela eu não vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Quanto ouço ela , sei que jorra sangue em minhas veias , sei que tudo vai passar e que amanhã é outro dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Música é o combustível que alimenta a minha vida .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8369910406320988886-3152302492027553871?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3152302492027553871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/relacao-sonora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3152302492027553871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/3152302492027553871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/relacao-sonora.html' title='Relação sonora'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369910406320988886.post-660633169197076170</id><published>2009-02-19T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:45:54.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='particular'/><title type='text'>Sou apenas mais um cara romântico</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quanto tempo mais eu terei que viver com esse dilema &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;?  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Cansado das mesmas justificativas,você é &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;apenas um amigo,para que estragar a nossa amizade ?...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas qual é o erro em querer &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tornar melhor o que já é bom ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;É sou apenas mais um cara romântico ... talvez , esse seja o meu maior defeito !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8369910406320988886-660633169197076170?l=dialetoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/660633169197076170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/sou-apenas-mais-um-cara-romantico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/660633169197076170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8369910406320988886/posts/default/660633169197076170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dialetoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/sou-apenas-mais-um-cara-romantico.html' title='Sou apenas mais um cara romântico'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884471177638726668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAFUkKnkzA/SyytM6wk4dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JxrywlTYCzY/S220/ggg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
