<?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-6777692179718238604</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:05:23.817-08:00</updated><category term='O Velho'/><category term='Poesia Experimental'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Vídeos'/><category term='Achei na net'/><category term='Comerciais'/><category term='O Herói'/><category term='[Livre] Arbítrio'/><category term='Protesto'/><category term='[Eu por mim mesmo]'/><category term='Textos interessantes'/><title type='text'>[Dias Quentes]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-4333802682360671280</id><published>2011-10-02T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:05:33.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Veterinária não é só isso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Essa semana uma série de colegas postou a seguinte mensagem em seus perfis do Facebook, o que me deixou um tanto triste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Eu nunca vi um pediatra pegando uma criança na rua pra levar pra casa, um geriatra adotando um idoso de um abrigo, um engenheiro construindo casa pra sem teto, um advogado tirando alguém da cadeia só porque é gente boa, um dentista dando prótese a quem não tem dente, dono de mercado dando cesta básica a quem passa fome... Nenhum profissional de saúde dá olhadinha em porta de consultório ou no meio da rua. Nenhum médico que se preze dá consulta e receita remédios pelo telefone. E todo mundo faz juramento! Fico pensando por que as pessoas acham que o veterinário tem obrigação de adotar animais e dar consultas de graça!!! Se vc concorda, clica em curtir e publique em seu mural!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em resposta a essa infeliz postagem, escrevo seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Medicina Veterinária vai muitoalém de fazer um trabalho e receber por ele. Se eu quisesse me comparar a um médicohumano ou qualquer outro profissional desse tipo, com toda certeza não estariafazendo Medicina Veterinária. Quem vai pagar por um procedimento em uma corujaencontrada nos fundos de uma casa com a asa quebrada? Ou quem será oresponsável pelos cuidados de uma serpente atropelada? Deixarei um cão de ruamorrer pelo simples fato dele não ter um dono que possa pagar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nem tudo se resume a dinheirocaros colegas, não na Medicina Veterinária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não estou pregando que adotemostodos os cães de rua ou coisa parecida, mas está ao nosso alcance prestar socorroem algumas situações, e ficarmos gratos por ajudar na reabilitação de mais umanimal, e não por ver a cor do dinheiro em nossas mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não é questão de obrigação, équestão de amor a profissão e aos animais que são o motivo da mesma!&amp;nbsp;&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/6777692179718238604-4333802682360671280?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4333802682360671280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=4333802682360671280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4333802682360671280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4333802682360671280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2011/10/veterinaria-nao-e-so-isso.html' title='A Veterinária não é só isso...'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6939191078589528420</id><published>2011-10-01T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T07:25:14.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Otempo cura até as feridas mais profundas.” – Isso estaria totalmente correto,não fosse por algumas feridas causarem infecções recorrentes, onde os agentesficam encapsulados, guardados, escondidos nas entranhas, apenas esperando o momentomais propício para se desenvolverem e tomarem conta daquele pobre corpoenfermo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Éassim na medicina, e é assim nos relacionamentos mal resolvidos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Deixarcoisas subentendidas ou nas entrelinhas é como não limpar bem uma ferida e tera certeza de que aquela infecção retornará com mais força e fará mais estragos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/6777692179718238604-6939191078589528420?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6939191078589528420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6939191078589528420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6939191078589528420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6939191078589528420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' 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Mas pra se entender direitinho a história da doidice desse tempo, há que se começar do começo, bilhões de anos atrás, quando o mundo foi criado. Tudo era uma seca só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não tinha terra, não tinha céu, não tinha bicho, num tinha gente, num tinha nada. Era só o breu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ai, deus foi ficando meio enjoado e decidiu criar o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele pensou assim “Vê que besteira minha. Porque é que há de ficar tudo sem nada se eu posso inventar o que eu quiser?” E saiu inventando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Primeiro deus inventou o tempo, que era pra ter tempo de inventar o resto. Em seguida inventou o céu, que era pra ter onde morar, e como o céu tinha que ficar em cima de alguma coisa, ele inventou a terra pra botar por debaixo. Ai deus pensou “A terra vai ficar assim, só com o céu em cima e sem nada por debaixo não, é?” Ai ele pegou o inferno e botou debaixo da terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No começo, a terra só servia pra isso, pra ficar embaixo do céu e em cima do inferno. Foi quando deus disse “Oxente, já que tem a terra eu tenho que botar gente pra morar lá.” E foi assim que ele criou a vida. E no que ele criou a vida já criou a morte junto, pois tudo que é vivo morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“Dano-se”, deus pensou na hora, “Se tudo que é vivo tem nariz, boca, orelha e olho, tem que ter uma serventia pra isso tudo”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Os olhos e o nariz já tinham as deles. Os olhos eram pra olha pro céu e o nariz era pra pessoa respirar enquanto viva, pra parar de respirar pra poder morrer em paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas carecia arranjar uma utilidade pra boca e pras orelhas. Então foi por isso que deus fez o verbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O verbo era como deus chamava as palavras. E deus haja inventar palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Montanha. Rio. Riacho. Elefante. Jumento. Capim. Abacate. Saputi. Laranja. Cravo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;... Mas como pra cada palavra tinha que ter uma coisa, deus teve que inventar um monte de coisa, pra ficar uma coisa pra cada palavra. E os homens ainda acharam pouco e se botaram a inventar mais coisa ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Prego. Parafuso. Mungunzá. Picolé. Quadro. Caneta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Desde o começo do mundo até esse tempo, muita palavra se inventou, muita coisa aconteceu, muito tempo teve que passar até chegar o dia do nosso tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(A máquina - O amor é o combustível)&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/6777692179718238604-4656702103459687693?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4656702103459687693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=4656702103459687693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4656702103459687693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4656702103459687693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-comeco-de-tudo.html' title='O começo de tudo!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-5852185180045896874</id><published>2011-04-30T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:18:37.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você pode ir na Janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qT6s3igIQ-o" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não vai&lt;br /&gt;Não desvie a minha estrela&lt;br /&gt;Não desloque a linha  reta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você só me fez mudar&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois mudou de mim&lt;br /&gt;Você quer me  biografar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não quer saber do fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode ir na  janela&lt;br /&gt;Pra se amorenar no sol&lt;br /&gt;Que não quer anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao chegar no  meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;Mostro as flores que falei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai sem duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ainda  faz sentindo, vem&lt;br /&gt;Até se for bem no final&lt;br /&gt;Será mais lindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a  canção que um dia fiz&lt;br /&gt;Pra te brindar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode ir na janela&lt;br /&gt;Pra se  amorenar no sol&lt;br /&gt;Que não quer anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;E ao chegar no meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;Mostro  as flores que falei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você só me fez mudar&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois mudou de  mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-5852185180045896874?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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No final não importa, o que eu senti foi falta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas porque ontem? Mas porque falta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é que eu não sinta saudade(s) em outros momentos, visto que é o que sinto, o que aocntece é que ela fica guardada, escondida, injuriado com minha pessoa, que tenta mostrar-se firme, forte feito pedra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só que algumas vezes essa saudade é tanta que ultrapassa os muros do meu ser, e me desmonta, desarma, desmantela minhas defesas até me amolecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha saudade quer ser vista, e principalmente sentida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem foi assim, o que se via era apenas um pedaço de mim, o resto era saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade(s) de que?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto saudade(s) de quase tudo que já fez e faz parte de mim. Sinto falta de quem esteve comigo há seis anos e de quem acabou de se despedir de mim. Sinto falto de tudo que fica pra trás após cada passo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada pessoa, cada olhar.. cada habilidade descoberta e exercitada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como diria um 'aspira' amigo meu: paisano carente! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digo: Sou sim! Ou melhor: Estou sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra quem não sabe, eu tenho namorada! Uma daquelas bem bonitas, simpáticas e inteligentes... um modelo raro de se encontrar hoje em dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia desses nós completamos nove meses de namoro, mas infelizmente eu não pude estar com ela. Por conta disso essa euforia de saudades tomando conta de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto falta, senti falta / saudade / tudo isso e mais um pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esse texto é sobre isso. A falta que nos faz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A falta que você me faz.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--emzWT7XFlU/TXI1fwkoKiI/AAAAAAAACTE/SYwGrhVdFVs/s1600/168219_1784928265320_1302923204_2077006_4745007_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--emzWT7XFlU/TXI1fwkoKiI/AAAAAAAACTE/SYwGrhVdFVs/s320/168219_1784928265320_1302923204_2077006_4745007_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580581707996211746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8705030331446562335?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8705030331446562335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8705030331446562335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8705030331446562335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8705030331446562335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2011/03/saudades.html' title='Saudade(s) ...'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--emzWT7XFlU/TXI1fwkoKiI/AAAAAAAACTE/SYwGrhVdFVs/s72-c/168219_1784928265320_1302923204_2077006_4745007_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3673341687155495226</id><published>2011-01-22T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:42:09.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinação acontece.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=pt-br&amp;amp;photo_secret=42f37e7d9f&amp;amp;photo_id=5378972395&amp;amp;flickr_show_info_box=true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Pela janela do quarto vejo o tempo passar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cada segundo se esvai sem muitas mudanças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o sol, o vento.. cada componente se tornando um... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cada um se tornando o todo..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;Uma experimentação fotográfica e musical! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;443 fotografias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Violão com afinação modificada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma tarde de ócio produtivo!&lt;/div&gt;&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;Henrique Nogueira - Fotografias, música e edição.&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/6777692179718238604-3673341687155495226?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3673341687155495226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3673341687155495226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3673341687155495226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3673341687155495226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2011/01/afinacao-acontece.html' title='Afinação acontece.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8077828947807477986</id><published>2010-12-31T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:40:52.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso... e que venha 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;É preciso agradecer pelo que se aprendeu, por aqueles amigos que você fez e pelas amizades que fortaleceu. Agradecer também pela namorada que você arrumou e que já te atura há sete meses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;É preciso agradecer por existirem pessoas que pensam como você e dão crédito àquelas besteiras que você escreve no twitter e nesse blog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Existem também aqueles que te acompanham nas aventuras e empreitadas fotográficas e ‘herpetológicas’ da vida, a essas pessoas, muito obrigado!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Agradeço a todos que fizeram do meu 2010 um ano mais agradável. Todos vocês foram inacreditavelmente fodásticos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;No final das contas a gente reclama da vida por puro comodismo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Eu tenho uma vida ‘do caralho’, e devo tudo isso a todos vocês que sempre estão ao meu lado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Um agradecimento especial a minha família, principalmente a minha mãe e irmão! Vocês são incomparáveis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;E que 2011 seja inúmeras vezes mais fodástico e produtivo que 2010!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Façamos valer acontecer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;#2011euacredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8077828947807477986?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8077828947807477986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8077828947807477986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8077828947807477986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8077828947807477986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-isso-que-venha-2011.html' title='É isso... e que venha 2011!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3891964658002072633</id><published>2010-12-30T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:23:08.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morre Lentamente - Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carlosm65/5043477784/" title=".. look at the sun!  por C. Henrique Nogueira, no Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/5043477784_92f0a34ceb.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt=".. look at the sun! " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Morre lentamente quem se transforma em escravo do hábito, repetindo  todos os dias os mesmos trajetos, quem não muda de marca, não arrisca a  vestir uma cor nova, quem não fala com quem não conhece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre  lentamente quem faz da televisão o seu guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente quem  evita uma paixão, quem prefere o escuro ao invés do claro e os pingos nos  "is" a um redemoinho de emoções, exatamente a que resgata o brilho nos  olhos, o sorrisos nos lábios e o corações aos tropeços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre  lentamente quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz no trabalho, quem não  arrisca o certo pelo incerto para ir atrás de um sonho.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morre  lentamente quem não se permite pelo menos uma vez na vida, ouvir conselhos  sensatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente quem não viaja, quem não lê, quem não  ouve música, quem não encontra graça em si mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre  lentamente, quem passa os dias queixando-se da sua má sorte ou da chuva  incessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente quem destrói o seu amor-próprio, quem  não se deixa ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente, quem abandona um projeto antes  de iniciá-lo, nunca pergunta sobre um assunto que desconhece e nem  responde quando lhe perguntam sobre algo que sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evitemos a morte em  suaves porções, recordando sempre que estar vivo exige um esforço muito maior  que o simples ar que respiramos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente com a infinita  paciência conseguiremos a verdadeira felicidade.&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/6777692179718238604-3891964658002072633?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3891964658002072633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3891964658002072633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3891964658002072633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3891964658002072633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/12/morre-lentamente-pablo-neruda.html' title='Morre Lentamente - Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/5043477784_92f0a34ceb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-1126528120985290110</id><published>2010-12-29T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T13:15:14.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"(...) Seria perfeito se não fosse profano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O corpo, o gosto, o gesto...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É templo da incerteza em minha vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que venera as formas sinuosas do teu corpo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os montes, os vales, as selvas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada pedacinho esculpido com fiel delicadeza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma representação realista do meu desejo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A arte em sua mais perfeita forma..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;E não satisfeito pelo feito, acrescentou-lhe no lugar dos olhos espelhos, daqueles que refletem os anseios de uma alma sedenta por mover-se fora daquela escultura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Moldou o corpo, os olhos... Deu-lhe alma e anseios, mas esqueceu de dar-lhe vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;A queria em uma moldura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-1126528120985290110?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/1126528120985290110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=1126528120985290110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1126528120985290110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1126528120985290110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/12/arte.html' title='Arte'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7669750896807963655</id><published>2010-12-24T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:10:29.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça valer a pena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SkdVLsWOnTI/AAAAAAAABxE/ihI5XqMbZe0/s1600-h/DSC03743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SkdVLsWOnTI/AAAAAAAABxE/ihI5XqMbZe0/s320/DSC03743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352340341524438322" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 173px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Sinta-se seguro de si mesmo! Os seus atos são única e exclusivamente responsabilidade sua.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Não se preocupe com rótulos, notas ou valores atribuídos a você. Não se preocupe com o que os outros vão falar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Seja o dono do seu próprio destino. Enfrente cada desafio em seu devido tempo, mas nunca deixe de enfrentá-los.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;O importante é ter seus objetivos claramente traçados.Quanto ao caminho que o levará até eles: não deixe que seja comum e monótono. Busque novas rotas, alternativas. Dê crédito a aquelas idéias que pareciam perda de tempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Não se deixe levar pelos comentários alheios.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Tenha em mente seus objetivos e os siga!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Faça de cada dia uma nova aventura! Não sinta medo de mudar. Arrisque.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Quem se acomoda se atrofia!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Não se limite a viver em um aquário, vislumbre todo o oceano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Sinta-se realizado a cada nova conquista, por mais insignificante que essa possa parecer aos olhos do mundo. Alegre-se com as coisas simples da vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Procure viver bem, procure ser feliz, procure fazer o bem... E aproveite ao máximo o tempo que você tem!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Em 2011, faça valer à pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&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/6777692179718238604-7669750896807963655?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7669750896807963655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7669750896807963655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7669750896807963655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7669750896807963655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/12/faca-valer-pena.html' title='Faça valer a pena!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SkdVLsWOnTI/AAAAAAAABxE/ihI5XqMbZe0/s72-c/DSC03743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6998067958580318728</id><published>2010-12-21T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:10:36.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poderia escrever tanta coisa agora... Coração na mão, posso vê-lo bater.&lt;div&gt;Estou tremendo tanto que mal consigo beber meu copo com água.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabeça a mil, coração parando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&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/6777692179718238604-6998067958580318728?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6998067958580318728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6998067958580318728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6998067958580318728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6998067958580318728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/12/poderia-escrever-tanta-coisa-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6900413407351586347</id><published>2010-12-20T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:10:58.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Todo ano a gente é conduzido por caminhos totalmente diferentes, enfrenta situações e problemas totalmente diferentes, e é o que a gente faz diante de todas essas 'desventuras' que define se estamos aptos a continuar ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6777692179718238604-6900413407351586347?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6900413407351586347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6900413407351586347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6900413407351586347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6900413407351586347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/12/todo-ano-gente-e-conduzido-por-caminhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2683232288726952663</id><published>2010-12-19T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T18:18:28.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incondicional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;"(...)Toda história de amor e uma cerimônia de adeus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque que não nós apaixonamos todo os meses de novo?&lt;br /&gt;Porque por altura de cada separação uma parte de nossos corações fica desfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, nos esforçamos mais para evitar o sofrimento do que na busca do prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre achei que o amor, que o grande amor, fosse incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;Que quando houvesse um grande encontro entre duas pessoas tudo pudesse acontecer, porque se aquele fosse o grande amor ele sempre voltaria triunfal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem todo amor é incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar na eternidade do amor é precipitar o seu fim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque você acha que esse amor aguenta tudo, então de um jeito ou de outro, você acaba fazendo esse amor passar por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor não é possível.&lt;br /&gt;E talvez por isso é que seja grande, para que nele caiba o impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Afinal o que querem as mulheres, episódio 05.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-2683232288726952663?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2683232288726952663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2683232288726952663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2683232288726952663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2683232288726952663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/12/incondicional.html' title='Incondicional'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-4948742680170077993</id><published>2010-12-04T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:11:05.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por hora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Onde estão as intempéries que movem as engrenagens da minha imaginação?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Cabeça fria olhando ao longe. Céu limpo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Algumas poucas nuvens de insegurança se apresentam... Nem chegam a incomodar, logo são sopradas para além do horizonte.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Retiro os meus sapatos. Prefiro sentir o chão sob os meus pés, mas nem assim consigo organizar os pensamentos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Sinto falta dos versos desajeitados e do coração na mão... Trôpego, mas certeiro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-4948742680170077993?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4948742680170077993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=4948742680170077993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4948742680170077993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4948742680170077993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/12/por-hora.html' title='Por hora...'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2295106361581484601</id><published>2010-10-31T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:23:37.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpQdM4P4Blk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpQdM4P4Blk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-2295106361581484601?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2295106361581484601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2295106361581484601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2295106361581484601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2295106361581484601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-amanha.html' title='O amanhã'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7434245057837865297</id><published>2010-09-26T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:11:12.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca</title><content type='html'>Durante a madrugada meu cérebro ferve.&lt;div&gt;Grilos, cães, vozes.. tiros e mais um milhão de coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( CONCENTRAÇÃO )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grudo os olhos no 'PC'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... HTMLs, HTTPs, &lt;&gt; [ /i ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Códigos, códigos e mais códigos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Código pra isso, código praquilo... Esquece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ta pedindo senha! E agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- O login ta certo? (tá) .. Tem certeza? (ha... espera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;respira, pensa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lembrei! falta validar o cadastro! Só pode ser isso..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[EMAIL] - [CAIXA DE SPAM]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chega, desisto! Cadê meus biscoitos com coca-cola?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(O relógio marca 03:21 da manhã)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"... a coca cola não vai te deixar dormir... e amanhã é segunda feira!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ah, que se dane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coca-cola ... C - O - C - A cola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neurônios a mil, cérebro fervendo... - QUERO PARAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Agora é tarde demais... no relógio ja passam das 5h da manhã)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&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/6777692179718238604-7434245057837865297?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7434245057837865297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7434245057837865297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7434245057837865297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7434245057837865297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/09/coca.html' title='Coca'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7410929314830991036</id><published>2010-09-26T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:11:47.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermelho!</title><content type='html'>... é vermelha a cor da pele.&lt;div&gt;Rubor, fervor... calor latente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vapor d'água embaçando o espelho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... sangue... suor... o sal da pele.. e o chão da sala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedos perdidos, mãos perdidas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marcas espalhadas pelo corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tatuagem rubra no meio da coxa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sussurros... risos... exaustão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é vermelha a cor dos olhos.. a cor do sangue... a cor da pele que transpira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é vermelha a cor dos corpos estendidos pelo chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&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/6777692179718238604-7410929314830991036?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7410929314830991036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7410929314830991036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7410929314830991036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7410929314830991036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/09/vermelho.html' title='Vermelho!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-4769222939026245450</id><published>2010-09-26T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:56:20.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mistério do Planeta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKVhfupfyG0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKVhfupfyG0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vou mostrando como sou&lt;br /&gt;E vou sendo como posso,&lt;br /&gt;Jogando meu corpo no  mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Andando por todos os cantos&lt;br /&gt;E pela lei natural dos encontros&lt;br /&gt;Eu  deixo e recebo um tanto&lt;br /&gt;E passo aos olhos nus&lt;br /&gt;Ou vestidos de  lunetas,&lt;br /&gt;Passado, presente,&lt;br /&gt;Participo sendo o mistério do planeta&lt;br /&gt;O  tríplice mistério do "stop"&lt;br /&gt;Que eu passo por e sendo ele&lt;br /&gt;No que fica em  cada um,&lt;br /&gt;No que sigo o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;E no ar que fez e assistiu&lt;br /&gt;Abra um  parênteses, não esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Que independente disso&lt;br /&gt;Eu não passo de um  malandro,&lt;br /&gt;De um moleque do brasil&lt;br /&gt;Que peço e dou esmolas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ando e  penso sempre com mais de um,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso ninguém vê minha sacola&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-4769222939026245450?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4769222939026245450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=4769222939026245450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4769222939026245450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4769222939026245450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-misterio-do-planeta.html' title='O Mistério do Planeta.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-5508528234083046359</id><published>2010-08-29T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:55:11.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo em um 'click' ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carlosm65/4758303362/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4758303362_87fd62791a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=" margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.9em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um bom fotógrafo, por mais amador que seja, é aquele que consegue expressar seus estados de espírito em uma fotografia, transmitir seus pensamentos e ideais em um "click".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-5508528234083046359?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5508528234083046359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=5508528234083046359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5508528234083046359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5508528234083046359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/08/fotografia.html' title='Tudo em um &apos;click&apos; ...'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4758303362_87fd62791a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3139325577393348384</id><published>2010-08-28T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:11:27.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menos - Porcas Borboletas</title><content type='html'>Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não era pra eu ser assim&lt;br /&gt;que eu devia tomar as doses nas  horas certas&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu devia dormir boas noites de sono&lt;br /&gt;e que eu devia  fumar menos&lt;br /&gt;escovar os dentes com pastas pra gengivas sensíveis&lt;br /&gt;e  perambular menos na rua quando todo mundo já foi&lt;br /&gt;e não me jogar tanto quando  alguém me abre os braços&lt;br /&gt;e beber menos&lt;br /&gt;e amar menos&lt;br /&gt;eu devia  parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pensar menos&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que eu devia pensar menos&lt;br /&gt;e falar  menos&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que eu devia falar menos&lt;br /&gt;pra viver mais&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que eu  devia viver menos&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não sei viver menos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-3139325577393348384?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3139325577393348384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3139325577393348384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3139325577393348384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3139325577393348384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/08/menos-porcas-borboletas.html' title='Menos - Porcas Borboletas'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7177409301927126523</id><published>2010-08-22T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:11:55.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabeça, objeto pensante.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cabeça, objeto pensante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Objeto criado para gerar dor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dores de cabeça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dores incessantes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Intensas agulhadas perturbando uma mente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mente que não mente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que insiste em dizer a verdade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Verdade que perturba&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que faz girar a cabeça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A mesma cabeça que insiste em pensar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cabeça, objeto pensante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QgIjtAUMl0/Sjm9YJ_PB4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Rw1ejCPGMAs/s400/cabe%C3%A7a+net.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-7177409301927126523?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7177409301927126523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7177409301927126523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7177409301927126523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7177409301927126523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/08/cabeca-objeto-pensante.html' title='Cabeça, objeto pensante.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QgIjtAUMl0/Sjm9YJ_PB4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Rw1ejCPGMAs/s72-c/cabe%C3%A7a+net.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7704385865264536264</id><published>2010-07-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:12:07.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analyse</title><content type='html'>Quando percebe já é tarde demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem se vê perdido no mais profundo sentimento de tédio!&lt;br /&gt;Olheiras, braços apoiados sobre a mesa, pensamento vago... Inquietação!&lt;br /&gt;‘Onde estão todas aquelas promessas?’, pensa ele, e a resposta vem logo em seguida: ‘As promessas estão de férias, foram procurar outras pessoas...’&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&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/6777692179718238604-7704385865264536264?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7704385865264536264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7704385865264536264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7704385865264536264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7704385865264536264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/07/analyse.html' title='Analyse'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6351195125318880254</id><published>2010-07-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:08:07.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um homem precisa viajar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Um homem precisa viajar. Por sua conta, não por meio de histórias, imagens, livros ou TV. Precisa viajar por si, com seus olhos e pés, para entender o que é seu. Para um dia plantar as suas árvores e dar-lhes valor. Conhecer o frio para desfrutar o calor. E o oposto. Sentir a distância e o desabrigo para estar bem sob o próprio teto. Um homem precisa viajar para lugares que não conhece para quebrar essa arrogância que nos faz ver o mundo como o imaginamos, e não simplesmente como é ou pode ser; que nos faz professores e doutores do que não vimos, quando deveríamos ser alunos, e simplesmente ir ver”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&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: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Amir Klink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-4591276897727354735</id><published>2010-07-20T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:12:40.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas Tribos</title><content type='html'>Vicie-se também! &lt;div&gt;Vicie o ar ao seu redor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mova-se com cautela, mas ao menos se dê ao trabalho de mover-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja atento, esteja atento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não desperdice sonhos, mas perda-se em seus pensamentos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Chegou a hora, e o agora é aqui!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&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/6777692179718238604-4591276897727354735?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4591276897727354735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=4591276897727354735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4591276897727354735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupação: Faculdade; Música; Fotografia; Namorada; Blog; e mais algumas outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Categoria: Super Enrolado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-2027084305891846026?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2027084305891846026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2027084305891846026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2027084305891846026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2027084305891846026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/07/descricao.html' title='Descrição'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7370346370642369744</id><published>2010-07-08T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:51:31.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Parsifal - Legião Urbano</title><content type='html'>Ninguém vai me dizer o que senti&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está desperto&lt;br /&gt;É sereno nosso  amor e santo este lugar&lt;br /&gt;Dos tempos de tristeza tive o tanto que era bom&lt;br /&gt;Eu  tive o teu veneno&lt;br /&gt;E o sopro leve do luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque foi calma a  tempestade&lt;br /&gt;E tua lembrança, a estrela a me guiar&lt;br /&gt;Da alfazema fiz um  bordado&lt;br /&gt;Vem, meu amor, é hora de acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho anis&lt;br /&gt;Tenho  hortelã&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um cesto de flores&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um jardim e uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Vivo  feliz, tenho amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um desejo e um coração&lt;br /&gt;Tenho coragem e sei quem  eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um segredo e uma oração&lt;br /&gt;Vê que a minha força é quase  santa&lt;br /&gt;Como foi santo o meu penar&lt;br /&gt;Pecado é provocar desejo&lt;br /&gt;E depois  renunciar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive cansado&lt;br /&gt;Meu orgulho me deixou cansado&lt;br /&gt;Meu egoísmo  me deixou cansado&lt;br /&gt;Minha vaidade me deixou cansado&lt;br /&gt;Não falo pelos  outros&lt;br /&gt;Só falo por mim&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai me dizer o que senti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho  jasmim tenho hortelã&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um anjo, eu tenho uma irmã&lt;br /&gt;Com a saudade  teci uma prece&lt;br /&gt;E preparei erva-cidreira no café da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai me  dizer o que senti&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou cantar uma canção p'rá mim&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 style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pra resumir um pouco meu estado de espírito de hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-7370346370642369744?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7370346370642369744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7370346370642369744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7370346370642369744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7370346370642369744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/07/soul-parsifal-legiao-urbano.html' title='Soul Parsifal - Legião Urbano'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8670803024245624766</id><published>2010-07-08T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:24:29.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok!</title><content type='html'>.. não adianta ficar forçando a barra, no momento certo, com a inspiração certa, seu texto comemorativo vai surgir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8670803024245624766?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8670803024245624766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8670803024245624766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8670803024245624766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8670803024245624766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok.html' title='Ok!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7392671968700137034</id><published>2010-06-29T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:13:02.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O velho e o moço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parte 01 - O Velho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Eu deixo tudo isso assim... Não me importo mais com as rugas no meu rosto e os tremores em minhas mãos. Não tenho mais força pra me impor, meus pensamentos agora são só meus. O que me conforta são meus ‘velhos’ prazeres, meus velhos pertences... Uma caixa de LP’s guardada no porão da casa... Um chinelo velho e um suéter bordado pela minha falecida esposa... E eu gosto delas como são. Velhas. Gastas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Imagino o quanto deve ser monótono cuidar de alguém como eu, velho, chato e rabugento, cabeça dura o bastante pra não entender que os remédios são pra ser tomados regularmente a cada 12 horas, e não a cada quatro dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Lembro que gostava bastante de filmes quando era jovem, mas de uns tempos pra cá eles foram perdendo a graça. Há alguns dias meu neto estava me contando a história de um desses filmes... “Então ele descobre que lendo as anotações consegue voltar ao passado... e fica tentando concertar os erros dele.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Por um instante eu pensei nessa possibilidade, e nas coisas que eu mudaria caso isso fosse possível, mas logo percebi que não adiantaria muita coisa, “O que está feito, está feito”, e isso tudo me faz ser do jeito que eu sou hoje. Os meus erros, os meus acertos, tudo isso faz parte de mim. Mudar qualquer coisa acabaria me mudando, e eu deixaria de ser ‘eu’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baseado na música de 'Rodrigo Amarante', 'O Velho e o Moço'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&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/6777692179718238604-7392671968700137034?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7392671968700137034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7392671968700137034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7392671968700137034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7392671968700137034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-velho-e-o-moco.html' title='O velho e o moço'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-90930049472456670</id><published>2010-06-29T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:13:08.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repetitivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sentiu-se velho... Coluna dolorida, joelho dolorido, ombros pesados, pensamentos mais pesados ainda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava calmo, um bom moço. Cabelo cortado, barba feita... Deixou o ar de rebeldia pra trás, e queria que todas aquelas ‘constantes’ também tivessem ficado pra trás.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas os elementos que compõem sua história são repetitivos. As situações podem até ser diferentes, mas os finais são sempre os mesmos... E isso cansa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Expectativas x Realidade" - Vide '(500) Days Of Summer'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; white-space: normal; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-90930049472456670?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/90930049472456670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=90930049472456670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/90930049472456670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/90930049472456670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/06/repetitivo.html' title='Repetitivo'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2747664032091582123</id><published>2010-06-27T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:13:36.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27.06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sou um animal sentimental, me apego facilmente ao que desperta o meu desejo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Ela diz) - Mas é fácil 'despertar desejo', qualquer um pode fazer isso!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Digo, porém, que 'desejo despertado' não é mais suficiente, pois agora o meu 'apego' é todo teu. Me apego cada vez mais ao desejo que só você desperta em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&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/6777692179718238604-2747664032091582123?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2747664032091582123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2747664032091582123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2747664032091582123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2747664032091582123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sou-um-animal-sentimental-me-apego.html' title='27.06'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-5216382997682344148</id><published>2010-06-26T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:13:43.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio e Sem Graça.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Ele entra em um ônibus sem ter destino algum, apenas pra passar o tempo na esperança de que algo de interessante aconteça... Resolve descer em uma rua qualquer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Caminha sem reparar em muitas coisas. Imagina situações. Fantasia as várias possibilidades em sua mente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;O dia realmente não tinha começado muito bem, nada do que ele havia planejado aconteceu, e esse era o motivo pra ‘todo esse caminha sem rumo’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Decide voltar pra casa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Vê um pouco de TV.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Aquilo tudo só o deixa mais irritado e inquieto. Sai de casa mais uma vez, e mais uma vez volta sem ter nada de novo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;É assim que as coisas realmente são. Monótonas. Frias. Iguais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Praquele jovem os heróis não vieram salvar o dia, e ele não conheceu ‘seu verdadeiro amor numa cafeteria antiga’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Volta pra casa... Assiste TV. Frio e sem graça, ele envelhece.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-5216382997682344148?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5216382997682344148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=5216382997682344148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5216382997682344148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5216382997682344148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/06/frio-e-sem-graca.html' title='Frio e Sem Graça.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-798173785927221398</id><published>2010-06-23T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:13:49.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18:49</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Queria não ter tantas dúvidas, perturbações, momentos de suprema indecisão...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Queria ser mais reto, constante, poder definir as coisas com clareza e certeza, não deixar espaço pra erros...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-798173785927221398?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/798173785927221398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=798173785927221398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/798173785927221398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/798173785927221398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/06/2306.html' title='18:49'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-952829090801574337</id><published>2010-06-19T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:03:03.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisivelmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Sem a música a vida seria um erro!" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nietzsche)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A música ocupa um espaço bastante importante em minha vida, e sempre estou a procura de coisas novas... sons novos, músicas novas, bandas novas...&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"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nessa constante procura, acabei topando com uma banda chamada 'Aerocirco', e ouvi uma música chamada "A mão e o coração", da qual já comentei nesse blog.&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"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Hoje estou aqui pra reafirmar o meu gosto pelo som dessa banda, e falar do seu novo trabalho, o 'Invisivelmente', CD que está pra ser lançado daqui a algumas horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'Invisivelmente' começa com um single marcante, que leva o mesmo nome do disco, e daquilo que somos capazes de superar na busca de nossos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Na verdade  o disco todo trata de temas assim.. sonhos, conquistas, futuro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Minha metade é vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; A outra é querer mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Como se eu fosse o único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Correndo mais que o mais rápido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Sendo maior que o máximo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Invisivelmente" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;                       (Fábio Della - Aerocirco - Invisivelmente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Descontentamentos, inquietações, desafetos... Tudo isso se reflete em cada palavra que escrevo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;É mais fácil escrever quando não se está satisfeito com alguma coisa, nossa entrega é plena e sincera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Em tempos de ‘paz e calmaria’, raramente temos textos interessantes, afinal não temos por que ficar ocupando o tempo com pensamentos e mais pensamentos, em busca da resolução de alguns problemas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Em momentos de calmaria pensamos menos, nos inquietamos menos, e por conseqüência escrevemos menos... Mas isso é bom!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Os dias agora são menos quentes... com poucas palavras de atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-4305510611086129326?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4305510611086129326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=4305510611086129326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4305510611086129326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4305510611086129326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/06/dias-de-paz.html' title='.. dias de paz.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-5044577904338613000</id><published>2010-06-01T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:14:38.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 de Maio</title><content type='html'>Interessante o jeito que as coisas acontecem... quando você menos espera, sua vida da uma guinada, e tudo toma rumos totalmente inesperados e empolgantes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&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/6777692179718238604-5044577904338613000?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7705116609755404917</id><published>2010-05-27T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:45:34.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdades sobre a Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1ª Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Deus não dá asas a cobra;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 2ª Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O problema do mundo é a má alimentação;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 3ª Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pra quem não tem nada, metade é dobro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 4ª Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O sol é para todos, mas a sombra para poucos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 5ª Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;De que vale um tanquinho, se a torneirinha não funciona;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 6ª Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pecado é não viver;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 7ª Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Melhor amanhecer arrependido do que amanhecer na vontade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 8ª Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Estudar é pros fracos, os fortes inventam sua própria teoria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 9ª Verdade &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Se não for ruim, não sou eu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 10ª Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Papagaio que acompanha joão de barro, vira ajudante de pedreiro (Ana Carolina e Seu Jorge);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 11ª Verdade &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A ignorância é uma virtude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Autora: Júlia Reder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Postado Originalmente pelo &lt;a href="http://alanandia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alanândia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-7705116609755404917?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7705116609755404917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7705116609755404917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7705116609755404917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7705116609755404917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-verdades-sobre-vida.html' title='Verdades sobre a Vida'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8460759790318297687</id><published>2010-05-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:02:16.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigarro - Zeca Baleiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A solidão é meu cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de nada e não sou de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu entro  no meu carro e corro&lt;br /&gt;Corro demais só pra te ver, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um vinho, um  travo amargo e morro&lt;br /&gt;Eu sigo só porque é o que me convém&lt;br /&gt;Minha canção é  meu socorro&lt;br /&gt;Se o mar virar sertão, o que é que tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias vão, dias  vêm, uns em vão, outros nem&lt;br /&gt;Quem saberá a cura do meu coração se não  eu?&lt;br /&gt;Não creio em santos e poetas&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei tanto e ninguém nunca  respondeu&lt;br /&gt;Melhor é dar razão a quem perdoa&lt;br /&gt;Melhor é dar perdão a quem  perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é pedra no abismo&lt;br /&gt;A meio-passo entre o mal e o  bem&lt;br /&gt;Com meus botões à noite cismo&lt;br /&gt;Pra que os trilhos, se não passa o  trem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os mortos sabem mais que os vivos&lt;br /&gt;Sabem o gosto que a morte  tem&lt;br /&gt;Pra rir tem todos os motivos&lt;br /&gt;Os seus segredos vão contar a  quem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias vão, dias vêm, uns em vão, outros nem&lt;br /&gt;Quem saberá a cura do  meu coração se não eu?&lt;br /&gt;Não creio em santos e poetas&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei tanto e  ninguém nunca respondeu&lt;br /&gt;Melhor é dar razão a quem perdoa&lt;br /&gt;Melhor é dar  perdão a quem perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não creio em santos e poetas&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei tanto e  ninguém nunca respondeu&lt;br /&gt;Melhor é dar razão a quem perdoa&lt;br /&gt;Melhor é dar  perdão a quem perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Cigarro - Zeca Baleiro)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8460759790318297687?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8460759790318297687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8460759790318297687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8460759790318297687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8460759790318297687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/05/cigarro-zeca-baleiro.html' title='Cigarro - Zeca Baleiro'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2963749319606098179</id><published>2010-05-23T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:15:15.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se fosse assim, simples, seria normal ver tal cena repetida inúmeras vezes pelas calçadas, bares e restaurantes... Sem aquelas irritantes olhadas cortantes, que parecem estar rasgando a alma dos jovens.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&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/6777692179718238604-2963749319606098179?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2963749319606098179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2963749319606098179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2963749319606098179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2963749319606098179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/05/se-fosse-assim-simples-seria-normal-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-794480000436593833</id><published>2010-05-22T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:15:20.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09:29</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;O dia se esvai com um lamento solitário&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Um corpo deitado na grama, olhos fechados, aproveitando a sombra de uma árvore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Era simples, belo e inquietante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Tanta paz, tanta leveza. A brisa. As flores.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Ah... A brisa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-794480000436593833?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/794480000436593833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=794480000436593833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/794480000436593833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/794480000436593833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-dia-se-esvai-com-um-lamento-solitario.html' title='09:29'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6820090665128890184</id><published>2010-05-09T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:15:19.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biodiversidade - ILPC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11499468&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11499468&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11499468"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Biodiversity 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1646301"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;iLCP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O que é Biodiversidade?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... Humanos, anfíbios, plantas, mamíferos, peixes, répteis, árvores, pássaros, insetos, invertebrados... Todos nós!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Biodiversidade é o elo que nos une. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O ar que respiramos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A água que nós bebemos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Medicina. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A comida que nos sustenta. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E nossos valores culturais. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E mais: esse ele não pode ser quebrado!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Por quê?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... Pobreza, perda de habitat, desigualdade.. Extinção!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quanto já foi perdido? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E quanto ainda vamos perder?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... Podemos nos dar ao luxo de perder?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A história ainda não acabou... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O próximo capítulo depende de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6777692179718238604-6820090665128890184?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6820090665128890184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6820090665128890184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6820090665128890184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6820090665128890184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/05/biodiversidade-ilpc.html' title='Biodiversidade - ILPC'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2387229888137595405</id><published>2010-05-09T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:15:25.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Velhas lembranças...</title><content type='html'>Eu costumava guardar objetos que representassem pessoas, dias, sentimentos... pra que um dia eu pudesse olhar para eles e lembrar das coisas boas da vida. Ficava tudo guardado numa caixinha amarela (meio alaranjada).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De uns tempos pra cá eu fui ficando sem espaço pra essas 'lembranças', não só na caixinha, mas também na minha cabeça. Precisava esvaziar um pouco. E foi isso que eu fiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dei fim as velhas lembranças, coisas que hoje em dia não tem mais significado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo passa e as pessoas mudam.. as coisas mudam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora eu tenho um "HD" mais limpinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&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/6777692179718238604-2387229888137595405?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2387229888137595405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2387229888137595405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2387229888137595405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2387229888137595405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/05/velhas-lembrancas.html' title='Velhas lembranças...'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8034464049305559486</id><published>2010-05-07T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:15:30.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;.. por hora, vou guardar essa minha vontade de falar mal de algumas pessoas (comentar os fatos da vida), e me divertir um pouquinho só observando tudo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Por Henrique Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8034464049305559486?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8034464049305559486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8034464049305559486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8034464049305559486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8034464049305559486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8614793868840603188</id><published>2010-05-04T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T04:35:38.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumo ao Sol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Ele levanta pela terceira vez. Caminha em direção ao Sol. A garota ao seu lado diz “vai primeiro!”, e ele, sem pensar duas vezes, se joga na imensidão do Dia, na incerteza das horas que passam velozes, em meio aos segundos que mais parecem facas cortando a sua pele, transformando cada ferida em um novo desafio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Ele levanta. Caminha em direção ao Sol!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 22px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8614793868840603188?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8614793868840603188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8614793868840603188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8614793868840603188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8614793868840603188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/05/rumo-ao-sol.html' title='Rumo ao Sol!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3942344890702062942</id><published>2010-04-25T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T04:35:46.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedacinho de céu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pedacinho de céu caído na grama... Um azul profundo, cheio de nuvens. Era um céu nublado, chuvoso, choroso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alaga o gramado com tanta água... Ou seriam lágrimas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não desaba, pois já está no chão, apenas esvai-se... Perde todo o seu conteúdo. Água e sais. Sim, são lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu fico ali, parado, observando. Apenas espero enquanto o pequeno pedaço de céu retoma a cor, um azul claro, e volta ao seu lugar. Sem nuvens... Sem lágrimas... Apenas céu... Apenas seu... Apenas seu céu azul e limpo.&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: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 22px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&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/6777692179718238604-3942344890702062942?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3942344890702062942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3942344890702062942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3942344890702062942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3942344890702062942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/pedacinho-de-ceu.html' title='Pedacinho de céu.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-5339030110459458146</id><published>2010-04-25T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:13:59.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;lang=pt-br&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcarlosm65%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcarlosm65%2F&amp;user_id=10448439@N02&amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=pt-br&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcarlosm65%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcarlosm65%2F&amp;user_id=10448439@N02&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&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/6777692179718238604-5339030110459458146?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5339030110459458146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=5339030110459458146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5339030110459458146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5339030110459458146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/flickr.html' title='Flickr!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8201100679364778171</id><published>2010-04-23T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:34:36.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas o Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"- .. Eu-não-assistiria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Ah.. porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Seria um jeito de você lembrar de mim pra sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- .. eu não preciso de lembretes se você nunca sai de perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- .. mas eu posso sair um dia..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lettersfromlouis.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/apenas-o-fim-divulgacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 230px;" src="http://lettersfromlouis.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/apenas-o-fim-divulgacao.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;Hoje vamos falar de filme, e o escolhido da vez é "Apenas o Fim". Filme de 2008, totalmente feito por universitários da PUC-Rio.&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;Foi meio por acaso que encontrei esse filme enquanto vagava pela internet procurando dicas de filmes para o feriadão. Achei o título interessante, e como eu tava mesmo querendo ver alguma coisa nacional.. arrisquei.&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;E digo: Não me arrependi!&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: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/52fgo07LDbk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/52fgo07LDbk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Adriana (Érika Mader) é uma estudante universitária que cansa de sua vida e quer simplesmente ir embora. Mas, antes disso, ela deve terminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; seu namoro com o também estudante Antonio (Gregório Duviver), e ambos têm uma hora para conversar. A grande sacada desse filme está na linha de diálogo entre os personagens, repleto de excelentes tiradas e inúmeras referências à cultura pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PS: Se por acaso você for fã de "The Big Bang Theory"... assista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8201100679364778171?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8201100679364778171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8201100679364778171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8201100679364778171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8201100679364778171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='Apenas o Fim'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2398969499572472047</id><published>2010-04-22T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:04:56.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frágil, fútil e desconcertado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O que eu sinto quando estou cara a cara com um animal selvagem é quase que inexplicável, um sentimento que transcende os meus medos e anseios.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sinto-me frágil diante de toda imponência de alguns, fútil diante de toda a aparente tranqüilidade de outros, e desconcertado ao perceber que temos tanto deles em nós, e eles têm tão pouco de nós dentro de si.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hoje sei por que escolhi seguir essa carreira... Não pelos rótulos, não pelo ‘status’... E sim para devolver ao mundo um pouco de tudo que ele já me deu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O meu curso, a minha formação... Isso tudo são apenas ferramentas, caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Para os animais nada disso importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Somos todos iguais, ínfimos, frágeis criaturas presas a uma sociedade minguante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&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/6777692179718238604-2398969499572472047?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2398969499572472047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2398969499572472047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2398969499572472047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2398969499572472047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/fragil-futil-e-desconcertado.html' title='Frágil, fútil e desconcertado.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8058015768187916468</id><published>2010-04-21T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:59:36.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O pálido ponto azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Por várias vezes eu tentei escrever alguma coisa hoje... visto que não sairia nada produtivo dessa minha cabeça, parei pra lembrar de alguns videos que eu havia postado em 2008, e "O Pálido ponto azul" era um deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vídeo bastante interessante, que faz valer a pena cada segundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Assistam e aproveitem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjpSa7umAd8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjpSa7umAd8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"As nossas exageradas atitudes, a nossa suposta auto-importância, a  ilusão de termos qualquer posição de privilégio no Universo, são  raptadas por este pontinho de luz frouxa. O nosso planeta é um grão  solitário na grande e envolvente escuridão cósmica. Na nossa  obscuridade, em toda esta vastidão, não há indícios de que vá chegar  ajuda de algum lugar para nos salvar de nós próprios."&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/6777692179718238604-8058015768187916468?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8058015768187916468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8058015768187916468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8058015768187916468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8058015768187916468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-palido-ponto-azul.html' title='O pálido ponto azul'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-28528564152889119</id><published>2010-04-15T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:38:05.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estático apático.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tornar-me-ei parte daquilo que sempre busquei. Um rosto pálido retratado em papel fotográfico, revelado em preto e branco, branco e preto... Tons de cinza.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cada pixel refletindo a indiferença apática daquela tela. Um quadro estático jogando em um canto... Um canto apático beirando a loucura.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-28528564152889119?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/28528564152889119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=28528564152889119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/28528564152889119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/28528564152889119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/estatico-apatico.html' title='Estático apático.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7284409184805884224</id><published>2010-04-11T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:22:00.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolhas... escolhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Escolha uma faculdade pública. Escolha cuidadosamente um bar e uma república. Escolha viver com cervejas baratas, comida instantânea e suco de saquinho. Escolha cheirar as roupas pra saber se elas estão usáveis. Escolha estudar madrugadas inteiras com os amigos. Escolha não estar em casa para ouvir reclamações da imobiliária. Escolha morar longe dos pais. Escolha se apegar as pessoas mais próximas. Escolha infinitas festas em casas de desconhecidos. Escolha pelo menos uma vez cair de sono em aulas e seminários. Escolha freqüentar aulas estando bêbado. Escolha ligar pedindo dinheiro para os pais. Escolha não ser reprovado em bioética e biossegurança. Escolha fazer todas as coisas que seus pais disseram para não fazer ou escolha seguir os seus conselhos. Escolha amigos para sempre. Escolha voltar às 11h da noite para checar o freezer do laboratório. Escolha dedicar-se. Escolha sempre ser o melhor. Escolha as noites mais baratas que você já teve. Escolha rachar no refrigerante. Escolha começar o fim de semana dois dias antes. Escolha dormir em qualquer lugar. Escolha minuciosamente a empresa de ônibus que cruzará o Rio de janeiro (ou o país) para te levar para casa. Escolha uma vida de sacrifício. Escolha não endurecer. Escolha um novo amor para substituir o que deixou em casa. Escolha aumentar seu nível de tolerância ao álcool. Escolha a melhor fase da sua vida. Escolha tudo ou quase nada. Escolha seu futuro. Escolha ser UNIVERSITÁRIO. Escolha a melhor estadual do país. Escolha levar a vida com estilo. Escolha a Veterinária da UENF.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-7284409184805884224?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7284409184805884224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7284409184805884224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7284409184805884224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7284409184805884224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/escolhas-escolhas.html' title='Escolhas... escolhas...'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3946948392490528242</id><published>2010-04-11T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:44:46.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo - Latuya</title><content type='html'>Não consigo ficar calado&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontro-me ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Verborragicamente  falo&lt;br /&gt;Angustiado a essa altura&lt;br /&gt;A lua instiga a loucura&lt;br /&gt;Impiedosa como  uma droga&lt;br /&gt;Inconscientemente pergunto&lt;br /&gt;Lo que sientes por mi&lt;br /&gt;Então você  se cala&lt;br /&gt;Parecendo não saber&lt;br /&gt;Seu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Um buraco profundo&lt;br /&gt;E meu  mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo desabar&lt;br /&gt;Quando finalmente me diz&lt;br /&gt;Que de mim você só quer  um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu não quero ser seu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Solamente um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Isso pra  mim é castigo&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim é castigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-3946948392490528242?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3946948392490528242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3946948392490528242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3946948392490528242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3946948392490528242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/amigo-latuya.html' title='Amigo - 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Todas essas coisas limitam você! Por mais que em alguns casos alguma delas seja importante, elas o limitam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O sujeito está em um lugar em que ele nunca foi, com pessoas que ele nunca viu, fazendo uma coisa que ele nunca fez... Assustado, ele faz algumas tentativas de se enturmar, porém fica notável a diferença daquele ser... Perdido, distraído, deslocado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;De repente ele escuta o seu nome. Alguém grita por ele, ao fundo, discretamente... Após algumas insistentes repetições da cena, ele finalmente reconhece alguém, um grupo de ‘amigas’, igualmente perdidas, deslocadas, mas bastante atentas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ok, intervalo então!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O garoto desce do seu ‘palco’, caminha com dificuldade através de um emaranhado de longos cabelos e capas escuras, botas de exército e pulseiras de couro, até finalmente chegar à fonte daquele chamado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Surpresa, seu coração para, ele se mantém estático por alguns segundos, mas logo retoma os sentidos. “Ah meu deus!”, pensa o garoto, e ele a abraça sem mais delongas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Era ela! (ELA) ... A violinista de cabelos encaracolados, a garota pela qual ele tinha uma queda imensa, chegando a beirar um abismo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não adiantava tentar esconder, aquilo havia o deixado abalado, pois em pouco tempo a garota se foi, e ele teve de voltar pro ‘palco’...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A cabeça estava a mil, ainda era ‘difícil de se entender’... Não houve tempo nem para uma breve conversa... E agora ele tinha que se concentrar de novo, voltar a representar, se enturmar, parecer semelhante dentre tantos diferentes. Foi três vezes mais difícil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Velhas paixões são como ‘velhos refrões’ que ecoam em nossa mente e nos fazem querer cantar.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my Arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Starlight – Muse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-3953508272180134611?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3953508272180134611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3953508272180134611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3953508272180134611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3953508272180134611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/velhos-refroes-amantes-sinceros.html' title='Velhos refrões, amantes sinceros.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3086522629743190234</id><published>2010-04-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:39:15.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um centésimo de segundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span title="One Hundredth of a Second" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Um centésimo de segundo" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One hundredth of a second) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span title="is a film about a war photographer facing the ultimate dilemma of her profession." style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;é um filme sobre uma fotógrafo de guerra que enfrenta o dilema final da sua profissão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="She is forced to ask herself; if a person is in mortal danger, do you continue to do your job by taking a photograph rather than getting involved and helping?" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ela é forçada a se perguntar: se uma pessoa está em perigo mortal, você continuaria fazendo o seu trabalho (fotografando) ou se envolveria para ajudar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span title="One Hundredth of a Second" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span title="She is forced to ask herself; if a person is in mortal danger, do you continue to do your job by taking a photograph rather than getting involved and helping?" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span title="One Hundredth of a Second" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span title="She is forced to ask herself; if a person is in mortal danger, do you continue to do your job by taking a photograph rather than getting involved and helping?" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span title="The film is a reminder of the horror behind the images of war that face us in the media every day." style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O filme é um lembrete do horror por trás das imagens de guerra que enfrentamos na mídia todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span title="One Hundredth of a Second" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span title="She is forced to ask herself; if a person is in mortal danger, do you continue to do your job by taking a photograph rather than getting involved and helping?" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span title="The film is a reminder of the horror behind the images of war that face us in the media every day." style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="“One becomes so immune to them, and yet behind them is something real and true, terrifying and inhumane.”" style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Uma pessoa se torna tão imune a elas, e ainda por trás delas é algo real e verdadeiro, terrível e desumano".&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mtzz2HrozEM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mtzz2HrozEM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-3086522629743190234?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3086522629743190234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3086522629743190234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3086522629743190234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3086522629743190234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-centesimo-de-segundo.html' title='Um centésimo de segundo'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-5155131372821715400</id><published>2010-04-03T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:25:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que eu sou viciado em música! Não consigo viver muito tempo sem estar ouvindo ou fazendo música... pois bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tenho vários 'gigas' de músicas no meu computador.. e até hoje não consegui ouvir todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uma coisa que eu faço pra amenizar esse problema é colocar o tocador no modo 'randômico', e sempre acabo me surpreendendo com as coisas que eu tinha e não sabia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por conta disso, resolvi ativar o 'contador' do media player e ver quais as foram as músicas mais tocadas nas últimas semanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;São elas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01 - Telegrama (Zeca Baleiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02 - Difícil de se entender (Evolução da Espécie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03 - Só pra So (Nando Reis e Os Infernais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;04 - Sei lá (Rafael Barros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;05 - O Herói, O Marginal (Mallu Magalhães)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;06 - Bela Flor (Maria Gadú)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;07 - Mon Amour, Meu Bem, Ma Femme (Ápodos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;08 - Amor de Redenção (Orlando)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;09 - Here Comes Your Man (Pixies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10 - Passarinho (Tiê)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11 - Você me faz Continuar (Cachorro Grande)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12 - Magrela Fever (Curumin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13 - Mergulha e Voa (Móveis Coloniais de Acajú)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14 - Cara a Cara (Superbox)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15 - You Belong to Me (Carla Bruni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;16 - How to Hang a Warhol (Little Joy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17 - O Jardim do Silêncio (Paulinho Moska)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;18 - Quando se Lembrar de Mim (Roberta Campos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19 - Glória (Violins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;20 - Strawberry Swing (Coldplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;21 - Come Back (Copacabana Club)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;22 - Automático (Fábio Góes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;23 - Passeando (Marcelo Camelo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;24 - O Mais Vendido (Mombojó)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;25 - A mão e o coração (Aerocirco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É isso... até que a playlist não é das piores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-5155131372821715400?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5155131372821715400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=5155131372821715400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5155131372821715400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5155131372821715400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/top-25.html' title='Top 25'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7955707032986895213</id><published>2010-04-01T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:57:14.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem fé, nem Santo - Mallu Magalhães</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Eu 'tô assim sem fogo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero jogo&lt;br /&gt;nem competição&lt;br /&gt;que o tempo aqui  é cego&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ser prego&lt;br /&gt;da televisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu 'tô sem fé nem santo&lt;br /&gt;e  peço tanto que me deixem em paz&lt;br /&gt;Que o hoje em dia é quieto&lt;br /&gt;Já quis ser  reto&lt;br /&gt;eu não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou caminhando,&lt;br /&gt;vou ver o sol se pôr&lt;br /&gt;eu  vou na calmaria&lt;br /&gt;até onde eu não queria&lt;br /&gt;e vou andando&lt;br /&gt;vou vendo o sol e  a cor&lt;br /&gt;já canso de apagar&lt;br /&gt;imploro pra poder voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caí assim sem  vontade&lt;br /&gt;pela metade&lt;br /&gt;eu vivo a esperar&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração tá manso&lt;br /&gt;eu só  descanso&lt;br /&gt;e espero passar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-7955707032986895213?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7955707032986895213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7955707032986895213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7955707032986895213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7955707032986895213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/04/nem-fe-nem-santo-mallu-magalhaes.html' title='Nem fé, nem Santo - Mallu Magalhães'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-182321941977368097</id><published>2010-03-27T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:08:07.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condenado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;"Se não posso pedir perdão, então devo ao menos pedir perdão por já ter pedido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;Mas isso seria então concertar as coisas ou deixá-las duas vezes pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Então me calo. Mas não é solução."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De nada caro senhor. Acabo de solucioná-lo. Escreva-o então estará perdoado, pois a culpa assumida, e escrita, é condenação... e no inferno não há melhores nem piores, apenas condenados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Condenado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Rafael Barros | &lt;a href="http://aantipalavra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog 'A Antipalavra'&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-182321941977368097?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/182321941977368097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=182321941977368097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/182321941977368097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/182321941977368097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/boa-e-ruim.html' title='Condenado'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3746957068184878115</id><published>2010-03-21T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:39:44.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça valer à pena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sinta-se seguro de si mesmo! Os seus atos são única e exclusivamente responsabilidade sua.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não se preocupe com rótulos, notas ou valores atribuídos a você. Não se preocupe com o que os outros vão falar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seja o dono do seu próprio destino. Enfrente cada desafio em seu devido tempo, mas nunca deixe de enfrentá-los.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O importante é ter seus objetivos claramente traçados.Quanto ao caminho que o levará até eles: não deixe que seja comum e monótono. Busque novas rotas, alternativas. Dê crédito a aquelas idéias que pareciam perda de tempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não se deixe levar pelos comentários alheios.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tenha em mente seus objetivos e os siga!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Faça de cada dia uma nova aventura! Não sinta medo de mudar. Arrisque. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quem se acomoda se atrofia!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não se limite a viver em um aquário, vislumbre todo o oceano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sinta-se realizado a cada nova conquista, por mais insignificante que essa possa parecer aos olhos do mundo. Alegre-se com as coisas simples da vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Procure viver bem, procure ser feliz, procure fazer o bem... E aproveite ao máximo o tempo que você tem!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Faça valer à pena!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-3746957068184878115?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3746957068184878115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3746957068184878115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3746957068184878115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3746957068184878115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/faca-valer-pena.html' title='Faça valer à pena!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6829651746893411843</id><published>2010-03-21T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T06:51:00.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobrenatural - Ludov</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Livros, testamentos&lt;br /&gt;Folhas de jornal&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta, mas não é  pouca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Máquina do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Bola de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Sobrenatural é eu saber que  não serei pra sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Me destaco de um álbum de fotografia antigo pra  lembrar de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem fiquei fora&lt;br /&gt;por tempo demais&lt;br /&gt;e aquele agora ou  nunca ficou pra trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que não disseram&lt;br /&gt;é que voltei diferente&lt;br /&gt;e  que o meu agora&lt;br /&gt;é daqui pra frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada me amarra&lt;br /&gt;Passado é  propulsão&lt;br /&gt;Todos meus caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Começam com um pé no chão&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quando o  sol saiu eu resolvi voltar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgD24yHSr-Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgD24yHSr-Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-6829651746893411843?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6829651746893411843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6829651746893411843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6829651746893411843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6829651746893411843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/sobrenatural-ludov.html' title='Sobrenatural - Ludov'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-4077574403553200099</id><published>2010-03-20T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:40:02.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chega de brincar de Herói!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; font-family:Arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Todo mundo é ininterruptamente mal-entendido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;no que diz, e é somente nisso que todos concordam"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Thomas Bernhard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Eu poderia listar uma série de coisas que me irritam muito, como por exemplo 'ser julgado por uma coisa que eu não fiz' , mas isso é assunto pra outra postagem... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Vivemos em um mundo em que as pessoas têm como maior passatempo falar da vida alheia, digo, porém, que não vale à pena se preocupar muito com isso, e reforço o que eu digo citando uma música da banda “Capital Inicial” que diz o seguinte: “Se eu for ligar para o que é que vão falar não faço nada...” E é basicamente isso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Eu procuro viver da melhor maneira possível, fazendo sempre o que me da vontade de fazer. É claro que sempre respeitando o espaço alheio, já que eu prezo bastante pelo meu. É sabido também que algumas vezes eu faço algumas ‘cagadas’, mas por mais que eu tenha vergonha de algumas delas, uma coisa que eu nunca fiz foi negar a culpa. Se eu fiz, eu assumo, e arco com as conseqüências disso... De peito aberto, e dando a cara a tapa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Existe uma coisa que vocês nunca me irão ver fazendo, e isso é ‘assumir uma coisa que eu não fiz!’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Podem me indagar dizendo coisas do tipo ‘são dois contra um’, ou ‘você estava bêbado’ (é... eu sou adepto de umas caipirinhas vez por outra), mas eu sei muito bem o que eu faço e o que eu deixo de fazer... Jamais irei assumir coisas que eu não fiz (reafirmo isso).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Bebida nunca foi pretexto pra nada, nunca. Em nenhuma das vezes que eu fiz ‘merdinha’, eu me justifiquei dizendo ‘eu estava bêbado’. Isso não tem lógica pra mim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Se algumas pessoas parassem um pouco pra pensar, veriam que algumas ações não fazem o mínimo sentido!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Me respondam: Por quais motivos uma pessoa mentiria? Garanto que algumas das respostam foram “pra se dar bem”, ou “pra tirar vantagem de alguma coisa”... Ok! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Se eu não vou ganhar nada mentindo, se a mentira não vai me trazer vantagem alguma, pra que ‘diabus’ eu vou mentir??? Não faz sentido algum!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Sabe qual é o meu problema, eu confio demais nas pessoas! Só isso!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Mas agora a brincadeira acabou... Chega der ser o ‘bom moço’ das histórias... Todo mundo gosta é de um bom vilão!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Todos já estão bem crescidinhos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Os heróis se tornaram obsoletos há muito tempo, só eu que ainda não tinha percebido isso!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6777692179718238604-4077574403553200099?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4077574403553200099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=4077574403553200099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4077574403553200099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4077574403553200099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/chega-de-brincar-de-heroi.html' title='Chega de brincar de Herói!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2937021733060014163</id><published>2010-03-17T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:01:35.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade Interna Bruta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMHEdasanKQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMHEdasanKQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-2937021733060014163?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2937021733060014163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2937021733060014163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2937021733060014163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2937021733060014163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/felicidade-interna-bruta.html' title='Felicidade Interna Bruta'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-693310120104564104</id><published>2010-03-13T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:40:08.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenta-se</title><content type='html'>...Tenta-se viver a vida da melhor maneira possível. Tenta-se seguir um caminho, alcançar metas, superar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenta-se também ter amigos, paixões, amores... e tenta-se manter tudo isso na esperança de ter alguém pra compartilhar as nossas desventuras presentes, e porque não, as futuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia, várias pessoas são inseridas nas nossas vidas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja aquela que passou na nossa frente ou a que nos acompanhou o dia inteiro, todas irão influenciar as nossas escolhas, direta ou indiretamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe a nós, e somente a nós, selecionar o que irá valer a pena...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-693310120104564104?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/693310120104564104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=693310120104564104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/693310120104564104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/693310120104564104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenta-se.html' title='Tenta-se'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2580234830577457755</id><published>2010-03-13T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:03:10.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois da Curva</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VG5AIBrqUUU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VG5AIBrqUUU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Amanhã, talvez&lt;br /&gt;Esse vendaval faça algum sentido&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra se dizer&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa sobre todo mundo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Por hoje é só&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar passar a ventania&lt;br /&gt;Talvez amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Vento, vela e velocidade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Mar azul, céu azul sem nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Logo ali depois da curva&lt;br /&gt;Ali, logo ali,&lt;br /&gt;Ali depois da curva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Amanhã talvez&lt;br /&gt;Esse temporal saia do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra escrever&lt;br /&gt;O papel aceita toda qualquer coisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Por hoje é só&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar passar a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Talvez amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Água pura e toda verdade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Mar azul, céu azul sem nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Logo ali depois da curva&lt;br /&gt;Ali, logo ali,&lt;br /&gt;Ali depois da curva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ali, logo ali,&lt;br /&gt;Ali depois da curva&lt;br /&gt;Ali, logo ali&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi, eu vim, venci a curva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-2580234830577457755?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2580234830577457755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2580234830577457755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2580234830577457755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2580234830577457755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/depois-da-curva.html' title='Depois da Curva'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3898572131240301347</id><published>2010-03-08T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:40:26.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aula de "Biologia básica"!</title><content type='html'>&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;Atenção para o termo "Ruminante":&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;Ruminante - O termo ‘ruminante’ advém do fato de estes animais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ruminarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, isto é, depois de ingerirem rapidamente o alimento, eles tornam a regurgitar o alimento para a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boca após um período, onde ele é de novo mastigado e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;deglutido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok então, vamos pensar um pouco: Substitua o 'ruminante' por 'você', e o 'alimento' por 'alguns problemas'... tire suas conclusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Deixei de ser ruminante há algum tempo.. independente do que aconteça, agora eu corto aos pedaços e engulo (de uma só vez)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-3898572131240301347?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3898572131240301347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3898572131240301347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3898572131240301347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3898572131240301347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok-entao.html' title='Aula de &quot;Biologia básica&quot;!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6496190295534654990</id><published>2010-03-07T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:40:36.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... é algo bom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Enquanto admirava a fragilidade em que você se encontrava, brotava em mim um sentimento quase que parental... Sentimento de quem vê o ser amado indefeso, imóvel, com dificuldades para fazer o ar chegar aos pulmões... Aquele ar que possibilita a vida... Aquele mesmo ar que a limita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Olho-te de perto. Posso ver cada manchinha de seu corpo, pintinhas marrons enfileiradas, pequenos mapas das belezas daquelas terras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E quando minhas mãos finalmente encontram sua pele, sinto o quão macio ela é, e me envergonho de ter os dedos assim, cheios de calos, dedos de quem ousa fazer música em baixa freqüência, do tipo que bate junto com o coração dentro do peito!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fiquei por muitas vezes sem saber o que fazer, ou o que dizer... A simples visão de você ali, parada a minha frente já era por si suficiente. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Por fim, quando a beijei, tive a certeza de que aquilo era uma coisa que eu iria querer repetir por quantas vezes pudesse, e assim se fez...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A verdade é que eu não sei como dar um fim a esse texto, pois quanto mais escrevo, mais coisas vêm à minha cabeça...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sentir falta de alguém pode ser interpretado de inúmeras formas, eu interpreto como uma coisa boa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-6496190295534654990?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6496190295534654990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6496190295534654990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6496190295534654990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6496190295534654990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-algo-bom.html' title='... é algo bom.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-5535099717206557572</id><published>2010-03-07T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:59:02.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos de "Caio Fernando" ... acho válido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;"Fiquei feliz em poder sentir tua falta, - a falta mostra o quão necessitamos de algo/alguém. É assim o nosso ciclo. Eu te preciso. Perto, longe, tanto faz. Preciso saber que tu está bem, se respira, se comeu ou tomou banho - com o calor que está fazendo neste verão, tome pelo menos uns três ao dia, e pense em mim, estou com calor também. Me faz bem pensar nessas atividades corriqueiras, que supostamente você está fazendo. Ah, e eu estou te esperando, com meu 'jeans amarrotado', óculos escuros grandes e meu coração pulsando forte, e te abraçar até sentir o mundo girar apenas para nós. É, eu gosto muito de ti. ''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/S5Rd-XsluaI/AAAAAAAACEw/4APQZ1epcbw/s1600-h/michas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/S5Rd-XsluaI/AAAAAAAACEw/4APQZ1epcbw/s320/michas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446081175492082082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Foto: Michelle Viana&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/6777692179718238604-5535099717206557572?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5535099717206557572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=5535099717206557572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5535099717206557572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5535099717206557572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-livro-limite-branco.html' title='Contos de &quot;Caio Fernando&quot; ... acho válido!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/S5Rd-XsluaI/AAAAAAAACEw/4APQZ1epcbw/s72-c/michas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3826357566556140523</id><published>2010-03-05T19:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:41:56.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenininho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/S5HKUChQnDI/AAAAAAAACEo/mM5NAHYjV2g/s1600-h/ATgAAACK6fl-NFxuJpp4awuaQgCNVoK6bIogKM2EP1uO8gmDsThdHENqHXwUCbaL8SJHdHf8DHIUUEszhsvkjDObdyHIAJtU9VA2sWDLQlJ4YhTYOTg02_XONFsGWw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/S5HKUChQnDI/AAAAAAAACEo/mM5NAHYjV2g/s320/ATgAAACK6fl-NFxuJpp4awuaQgCNVoK6bIogKM2EP1uO8gmDsThdHENqHXwUCbaL8SJHdHf8DHIUUEszhsvkjDObdyHIAJtU9VA2sWDLQlJ4YhTYOTg02_XONFsGWw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445355870090206258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Em outros tempos eu seria apenas mais um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dos mil admiradores de seus olhos eu seria mais um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas isso não se fez, e de seus olhos fiquei íntimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Um íntimo escravo desse olhar é o que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Perco a métrica e a rima quando penso em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E me perco ao me render ao teu encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando fazes do meu canto uma arma contra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sou pequenininho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-3826357566556140523?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3826357566556140523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3826357566556140523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3826357566556140523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3826357566556140523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/pequenininho.html' title='Pequenininho'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/S5HKUChQnDI/AAAAAAAACEo/mM5NAHYjV2g/s72-c/ATgAAACK6fl-NFxuJpp4awuaQgCNVoK6bIogKM2EP1uO8gmDsThdHENqHXwUCbaL8SJHdHf8DHIUUEszhsvkjDObdyHIAJtU9VA2sWDLQlJ4YhTYOTg02_XONFsGWw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8524872807883042136</id><published>2010-03-04T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:20:23.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Três mil!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok! Os que me conhecem sabem que eu tenho um grande karma com o número "3" (três) e seus derivados. Além de não conseguir pronunciá-lo direito, boa parte das coisas estranhas ou diferentes) que acontecem comigo teimam em se repetir 3 (três) vezes!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois bem, hoje chegamos a 3 mil acessos ao blog, e eu estou muito feliz com isso! Sem contar que no último mês o blog ganhou um certo destaque nas &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/search?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;q=Dias+quentes&amp;amp;btnG=Pesquisa+Google&amp;amp;meta=&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq="&gt;pesquisas do Google para "Dias Quentes"&lt;/a&gt;, aparecendo em terceiro! .. mais uma vez o "3" (três) está presente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito obrigado a todos que comentam o blog, e aos que não comentam também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltem sempre, e sintam-se a vontade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8524872807883042136?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8524872807883042136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8524872807883042136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8524872807883042136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8524872807883042136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/03/tres-mil.html' title='Três mil!!!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3302094874949409040</id><published>2010-02-27T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:42:42.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cactozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.loja.jardicentro.pt/images/jardicentro_flores_floralusitana_cactos_mistura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.loja.jardicentro.pt/images/jardicentro_flores_floralusitana_cactos_mistura.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que a distância e o tempo não façam ruir os novos laços, os novos versos que brotam singelos, como flores de cactos durante o inverno. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anunciam assim o que realmente são, retiram parte do seu escudo, não se escondem, refletem agora o seu próprio coração, sua essência, a beleza há tanto guardada, esperando um momento propício para se revelar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;São singelos cactos floridos, que deixam um ‘ar de quero mais’ ao final da estação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-3302094874949409040?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3302094874949409040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3302094874949409040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3302094874949409040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3302094874949409040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/02/que-distancia-e-o-tempo-nao-facam-ruir.html' title='Cactozinho'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-4585832599919539869</id><published>2010-02-17T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:42:57.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[ Continuação de 'O jeito mais fácil..." ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Como eu ainda posso ter consciência do meu estado? Estou morto! Lembro de cair frente ao espelho do banheiro... A mão segurando a pia... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Meus olhos começam a abrir, não entendo. Vejo vultos ao meu redor... Está muito claro... Tudo incrivelmente claro. Estou deitado. Mexo as mãos em frente ao meu rosto... Estão trêmulas. Começo a distinguir algumas vozes ao fundo, e é como se um zumbido tomasse conta de todo o lugar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aos poucos vou me acostumando com a luz, com os sons, mas espera... Sinto algo estranho, me desespero. Há tubos saindo de minhas narinas, minha boca... Agulhas espetam os meus braços... Algumas pessoas me seguram agora, ainda não entendo o que elas dizem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não morri, infelizmente ainda não... Estou em um quarto de hospital e me sinto péssimo. Respiração ofegante, pulso acelerado... ‘bips’, luzes, prontuários... Os sons vão se distanciando mais uma vez... Desmaio, não morro, simplesmente desmaio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-4585832599919539869?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4585832599919539869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=4585832599919539869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4585832599919539869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4585832599919539869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/02/limbo.html' title='Limbo'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3961760441371147065</id><published>2010-02-16T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T05:55:12.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;"Há nas matas cerradas um prazer, há nas encostas solitárias um arrebatamento, há uma sociedade, onde ninguém pode se intrometer. Um mar profundo, e música em seu lamento: Eu não amo menos ao homem, mas à Natureza mais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Lord Byron)&lt;/div&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/6777692179718238604-3961760441371147065?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3961760441371147065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3961760441371147065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3961760441371147065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3961760441371147065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-nas-matas-cerradas-um-prazer-ha-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-1425222113334934435</id><published>2010-02-15T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:43:05.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O jeito mais fácil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Acordo, lavo-me, miro os olhos refletidos no espelho... São os olhos de quem esconde uma dor no profundo do peito. Minhas mãos trêmulas tentam abrir o armário do banheiro, e com muito esforço consigo segurar os frascos cheios de pílulas. Paro um pouco. Quero ter certeza sobre o meu próximo passo... Infelizmente, certeza não é uma expressão/sentimento que tem sido rotineiro na minha vida.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Abro o frasco... Tomo as pílulas... Várias delas... Ao invés de água, busco ajuda em um copo de vodka. Não demora muito, caio. Despeço-me daquela imagem no espelho, imagem que costumava refletir um homem centrado, promissor... Mas isso hoje não existe mais. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Os olhos agora estão sem cor, opacos, já não vivo mais. Retirei-me do mundo de um jeito covarde, triste, digno de pena. Não tive forças pra continuar lutando, deixei-me consumir pela insegurança de minhas ações, vim a óbito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-1425222113334934435?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/1425222113334934435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=1425222113334934435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1425222113334934435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1425222113334934435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-jeito-mais-facil.html' title='O jeito mais fácil...'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7122129170629160977</id><published>2010-02-12T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:48:43.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música da vez!</title><content type='html'>Magrela Fever - Curumin&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu me coço e saio fora.&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento tá dormente.&lt;br /&gt;Vida inteira pela  frente, câmbio, quadra,&lt;br /&gt;Marcha, freio, oleozinho na corrente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De  camisa amarelinha, com a magrelinha invocada,&lt;br /&gt;cisco no olho, olha a  brincadeira, guidon torto,&lt;br /&gt;roda amassada, vou de qualquer maneira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E  eu assumo o risco e despisto com o meu riso,&lt;br /&gt;na maciota, na boa, não vou  ficar marcando toca&lt;br /&gt;que a maldade corre solta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinelo na maior  categoria,&lt;br /&gt;estilingando nas ladeiras se ajeitando com o dia&lt;br /&gt;e me  esparramo pelos buracos e histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riso, sinto o mel na mente, &lt;br /&gt;sangue doce da vida nas sementes.&lt;br /&gt;Lindo e leve vou levando&lt;br /&gt;com a  cabeça fria e o pé quente&lt;br /&gt;e o coração bombando,&lt;br /&gt;bombando,&lt;br /&gt;bombando, &lt;br /&gt;bombando,&lt;br /&gt;bombando....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acendendo as idéias,&lt;br /&gt;(Ah) põe sebo nas  canelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fever na Magrela!&lt;br /&gt;É fever na Magrela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acendendo as  idéias,&lt;br /&gt;(Ah) põe sebo nas canelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fever na Magrela!&lt;br /&gt;É fever na  Magrela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acendendo as idéias,&lt;br /&gt;(Ah) põe sebo nas canelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É  fever na Magrela!&lt;br /&gt;É fever na Magrela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acendendo as idéias,&lt;br /&gt;(Ah) põe  sebo nas canelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fever na Magrela!&lt;br /&gt;É fever na Magrela!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3J2_3lr11c&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3J2_3lr11c&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2904544449199757994</id><published>2010-02-11T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:55:30.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morre lentamente quem evita uma paixão, quem prefere o negro sobre o branco, e os pontos sobre os iss em detrimento de um redemoinho de emoções, justamente as que resgatam o brilho nos olhos, sorrisos dos bocejos, corações aos tropeços e sentimentos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pablo Neruda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Procuro viver a vida sem medo e sem máscaras...&lt;br /&gt;Minha unica arma e, por conseqüência, fraqueza, é minha sinceridade..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Henrique Nogueira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Numa moldura clara e simples, sou aquilo que se vê..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Los Hermanos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eu sou assim, canto pra me mostrar..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; 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assim...'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7348075274745858328</id><published>2010-02-10T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:43:30.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias quentes, palavras de atenção!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capítulo 2 - Ternura (Parte 2)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nando e Ana haviam se conhecido há pouco tempo, mas já estavam bem ligados um ao outro. Conheceram-se assim que Nando retornou de uma longa viagem feita na tentativa de resolver antigas pendências de sua família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ana era uma jovem escritora bastante dedicada a realizar seus interesses que costumava passar os seus fins de tarde sentada em um café, no centro da cidade, dividida entre cappuccino, rascunhos, livros e devaneios sobre seu próximo romance. Escrevia sobre quase tudo que lhe dispertasse interesse, desde uma folha sendo carregada pelo vento, a um casal de velhinhos sentados numa praça... Foi em uma dessas tardes que Ana conhecera Nando, o ‘rapaz sério da mesa ao lado’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align: center;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Boa tarde! ... Ah... Um cappuccino grande, sem creme, por favor! – Nando fez o seu pedido sustentando um sorriso bastante acolhedor, enquanto permanecia escorado ao balcão. Ao receber o seu cappuccino, virou-se e foi em direção a uma das mesas que ficavam do lado de fora, voltadas para a rua. “Gosto de ver o movimento!”, falava ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nando havia passado tanto tempo fora, que agora ele era quase um estranho naquela cidade. Não reconhecia mais as pessoas, os lugares... Os costumes. A prova é tanta que ao chegar a sua mesa Nando deparou-se com uma figura bem peculiar sentada na mesa ao lado, uma garota de cabelos desarrumados, tomando um café enquanto lia e escrevia ao mesmo tempo. Era Ana, em mais uma de suas epifanias diárias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align: center;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Por mais que Nando quisesse, era praticamente impossível não observar a garota. Permaneceu ali até não restar nenhum resquício de sol, nenhuma luz além da vida dos postes e luminárias do café. Foi então que ele resolveu puxar conversa com a moça de olhos grandes e lábios carnudos. Levantou-se e passou discretamente ao lado da mesa da moça, observando os livros amontoados e as folhas espalhadas, e pra sua sorte ele conhecia um daqueles livros, o “Sentimentos de um cego”, livro de um escritor da região, que por coincidência era seu amigo de longa data. Após uma ida rápida ao banheiro, Nando retornou e foi em direção a mesa da garota. Ao chegar foi logo falando do quanto gostava da narrativa daquele livro, com um ar de profundo conhecedor daquela história.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Como era de se esperar, a conversa rendeu bastante, e foi muito mais além de livros e rascunhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&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/6777692179718238604-7348075274745858328?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7348075274745858328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7348075274745858328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7348075274745858328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7348075274745858328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/02/dias-quentes-palavras-de-atencao_10.html' title='Dias quentes, palavras de atenção!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6370579085794647182</id><published>2010-02-04T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:43:36.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias quentes, palavras de atenção!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Capítulo 2 - Ternura (Parte 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;“Do alto é possível observar toda a cidade e todas as pessoas, e só de lá podemos perceber o quanto somos insignificantes diante dos colossais rochedos que nos cercam.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Já passavam das 10 horas da noite, quando dois vultos começavam a destacar-se da sombra de uma grande árvore à beira de um penhasco. Com um pouco mais de atenção era possível identificar a silhueta de um casal. Era noite de lua cheia, e a lua ajudava a iluminar o caminho dos dois, que agora davam as mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;– Mesmo sabendo que é inevitável Nando, é difícil pra mim! – Falou a mulher, com uma voz triste e insegura. Tinha a pele lisa, o rosto afilado, cabelos um pouco abaixo dos ombros. – Eu não sei se consigo continuar com isso!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Os dois pararam um pouco. Nando olhou para a lua e seu rosto foi iluminado completamente. Era um rapaz moreno, olhos castanhos e cabelos negros. – Sempre tentei fazer com que você ficasse bem... Desde o início eu não queria te envolver nisso Ana, mas agora eu quero que você seja forte! – As palavras de Nando soaram como ‘duras’ e confortantes ao mesmo tempo, e a única reação de Ana foi um breve suspiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-6370579085794647182?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6370579085794647182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6370579085794647182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6370579085794647182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6370579085794647182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/02/dias-quentes-palavras-de-atencao_04.html' title='Dias quentes, palavras de atenção!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-9067814673062758890</id><published>2010-02-02T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:43:43.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias quentes, palavras de atenção!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Capítulo 1 - Angústia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O garoto – cabelos escuros, pele escura, estatura mediana – caminhava impaciente pelas ruas de sua cidade natal enquanto segurava um aparelho de aparência estranha, que emitia alguns “bips” e piscava uma luz vermelha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Era meio dia de domingo, não havia nuvens no céu. O calor era insuportável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Após caminhar por alguns minutos e atravessar alguns quarteirões, o garoto finalmente chega ao seu destino: um coreto em uma praça vazia. Não havia nada lá!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Parecia que todos haviam saído da cidade, e o único som que se escutava eram os “bips” vindos do aparelho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ele não entendia... Começava a ficar mais impaciente, angustiado... “mas esse é o lugar, só pode ser!”... Pára um pouco... Pensa... Uma leve perturbação invadia sua mente... – Essa droga deve estar quebrada! – Exclamava em alto e bom tom enquanto acertava o aparelho contra a palma da mão esquerda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;... De repente os “bips” cessam... A luz vermelha apaga... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;S – I – L – Ê – C – I – O &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um ar de expectativa e receio pairava sobre o coreto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Naquele momento um forte clarão tomava conta do céu antes azul, um clarão tão forte que chegava a quase cegar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O garoto abaixou-se, como se esperasse ser atingido por alguma coisa, e cobriu o rosto com uma das mãos. E assim, tão de repente como começou, o céu retoma sua cor normal, um azul profundo, e o clarão desaparece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Sem entender direito o que acabara de acontecer, o garoto endireitou sua postura e olhou para o aparelho em suas mãos. Agora, o que se via era uma luz verde, estática, e em sua tela era possível identificar os dizeres “Mensagem Recebida – Ler?”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6777692179718238604-9067814673062758890?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/9067814673062758890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=9067814673062758890&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/9067814673062758890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/9067814673062758890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/02/dias-quentes-palavras-de-atencao.html' title='Dias quentes, palavras de atenção!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-3517274530445164555</id><published>2010-01-31T18:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:44:10.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas mais um 'encosto' !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;... Só sabemos que queremos, sem nem mais saber por que queremos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É bem o tipo de coisa que começa sem propósito algum, meio que de brincadeira, e que depois de algum tempo consome nossa paz sem piedade alguma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Eu não preciso disso! – Repito inúmeras vezes, na tentativa frustrada de me enganar. Mas quanto mais tento ‘tentar’ esquecer, mais lembro... E quanto mais lembro, mais ódio tenho!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Odeio a mim por não conseguir superar pequenas desventuras de minha vida, coisas que teimam em se repetir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Já falei disso outras vezes: Vidas normais não têm graça alguma! O bom é a turbulência alheia, somada as inquietudes de nossos corações!!! (risos)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Como em todas as outras vezes, eu estou tentando fazer a minha parte, falta agora o comprometimento das outras partes envolvidas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;PS: 5 dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-3517274530445164555?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3517274530445164555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=3517274530445164555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3517274530445164555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/3517274530445164555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/01/apenas-mais-um-encosto.html' title='Apenas mais um &apos;encosto&apos; !'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-5717618603280389904</id><published>2010-01-29T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:44:25.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conto "Por um amor caído!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Andava pela rua tentando encontrar meu coração que foi perdido em um bar quando a vi caída em uma esquina, ainda segurando o seu copo de cachaça barata. (É. Cachaça barata!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;A princípio custei a acreditar que ela realmente chegara a esse ponto, mas não me demorei em tentar ajudá-la. Estava tão trôpega quando a levantei. Cruzava os pés na insistente tentativa de se manter de pé. Ensaiou algumas justificativas e explicações para aquilo, mas confesso que nem reparei nas frases sem nexo que ela conseguia, silabicamente, “recitar”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Meu amor estava bêbado, e essa era a única verdade que regia aquele momento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;A levei para casa, e depois de muitos tropeços e passos tortos que usavam as paredes como apoio, conseguimos chegar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Algo me dizia que aquela seria uma noite longa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Com muito esforço a convenci a tomar um banho, a despi e a levei para o chuveiro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Naquele momento nem sequer reparei na beleza de seu corpo... Nos seus seios fartos... Suas cochas morenas... (E agora que lembro me perco) Só lembrei de que banhos frios ajudam!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Depois do banho a enrolei em um cobertor e a levei para a cama.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Ela, já sem muita consciência, dormiu quase que instantaneamente ao encostar-se na cama.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;- Aquela era a visão mais bela que eu já tive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Deitada ali nem parecia que acabara de sair de um porre, e que horas atrás estava caída em uma calçada. Já eu, sem ter muito que fazer, sentei no sofá e acabei dormindo também.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;O sol, que entrava por uma janela, agora batia em meu rosto, e eu acordava aos poucos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Abri os olhos e a vi, parada, de pé, na minha frente, usando apenas aquele cobertor que eu havia usado para cobri-la. Sem falar nada ela se aproximou. Inclinou-se para frente. Apoiou uma das mãos no braço do sofá (a outra segurando o cobertor). Nossos rostos agora estavam próximos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Os meus olhos estavam fixos nos dela quando os vi fechando. Inconscientemente fechei os meus, e quando percebi nossos lábios haviam se tocado. No segundo seguinte eu podia sentir todo o peso do seu corpo sobre o meu, e minhas mãos já estavam a abraçando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Sentia-me como se não tivesse mais controle sobre o meu corpo, e aquela sensação era maravilhosa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Os beijos aumentavam enquanto as minhas roupas eram tiradas, e o cobertor que a cobria já não se achava mais... Duraram muito tempo aqueles toques e movimentos abdominais, e depois de alguns sussurros um sentimento de paz invadiu nossos corpos suados.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Após alguns minutos a mais que passamos abraçados naquele sofá, me levantei. Peguei minhas roupas, me despedi e sai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Setembro de 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-5717618603280389904?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5717618603280389904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=5717618603280389904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5717618603280389904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5717618603280389904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/01/por-um-amor-caido.html' title='Conto &quot;Por um amor caído!&quot;'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-4913148579155732087</id><published>2010-01-29T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:44:57.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heróis nunca morrem! (mas tiram férias vez por outra)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dentro de cada um de nós existe um herói querendo sair pra esticar as pernas, mas na maioria dos casos nossos heróis interiores são guardados em caixas tão apertadas, jogadas em abismos tão profundos que eles jamais conseguirão dar o ar da graça por aqui.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Existe também o oposto disso, onde o nosso herói interior é quase uma segunda personalidade, que sempre que possível toma as rédeas de nossas vidas. Nesses casos pode até haver um singelo conflito entre as partes envolvidas, mas nada que não possa ser resolvido facilitando-se um pouco a ação do ‘lado negro da força’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas uma coisa é sabida, uma vez libertado, o herói jamais sairá totalmente de cena. Podemos tentar de todos os artifícios possíveis pra ‘destruir’ nossos heróis, mas quando menos se espera ele está de volta, e com força total, como se estivesse descansando em uma colônia de férias, só esperando o momento de agir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É uma coisa tipo ‘gênio bom’ e ‘gênio malvado’, ‘anjinho’ e diabinho’... Essas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu digo: Ser herói é bom, revigora... Mas também cansa e desgasta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A todos os heróis de plantão, o meu sincero “boa sorte”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-4913148579155732087?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4913148579155732087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=4913148579155732087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4913148579155732087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4913148579155732087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/01/herois-nunca-morrem-mas-tiram-ferias.html' title='Heróis nunca morrem! (mas tiram férias vez por outra)'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8574200205525264598</id><published>2010-01-20T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:45:04.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"As escolhas que se faz..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Eu já fingi ser muito melhor&lt;br /&gt;Eu já aprendi ser pior&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem mentira...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Uma grande amiga minha, já citada em outras postagens, me disse pra ‘trazer’ pra 2010 apenas as coisas boas, as que fossem realmente valer a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bom, seguindo este conselho, eu tentei resolver o máximo de ‘desentendimentos’ possíveis ainda no ano passado, e insistir apenas nas coisas que fossem valer, mas eu percebi que ainda estou nesse processo de resoluções, análises e ‘pesagens’... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pois bem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chegou a hora de terminar um velho livro, encapá-lo e guardar embaixo do armário, dentro daquela caixinha de lembranças que a gente só abre quando quer escrever sobre algo que nem lembrava mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Acho que (por enquanto) é isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"É preciso ter força pra aguentar a angústia das escolhas que se faz..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8574200205525264598?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8574200205525264598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8574200205525264598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8574200205525264598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8574200205525264598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-escolhas-que-se-faz.html' title='&quot;As escolhas que se faz...&quot;'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6361767636513325386</id><published>2010-01-19T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:58:14.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouçam "A-podos"</title><content type='html'>Hoje pela manhã eu estava ouvindo a "ao vivo" da banda "A-podos", e eles fizeram umas versões de músicas muito boas que eu não conhecia!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Três delas foram tocadas numa espécie de "pout pout ri" (nem sei se é assim que se escreve isso), e ficou muito bom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foram elas "Espumas ao vento", do Fagner, "A flor da pele", do Zeca Baleiro, e "Revelação", também do Fagner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, eu gostei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Sei que ai dentro ainda mora um pedacinho de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Um grande amor não se acaba assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Feito espumas ao vento..."&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Qualquer beijo de novela&lt;br /&gt;Me faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele&lt;br /&gt;Que teu olhar "flor na janela"&lt;br /&gt;Me faz morrer&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo se confunde&lt;br /&gt;Com a vontade de não ser&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Tem o fogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Do juízo final..."&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Quando a gente tenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;De toda maneira dele se guardar&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento ilhado, morto e amordaçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Volta a incomodar..."&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/6777692179718238604-6361767636513325386?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6361767636513325386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6361767636513325386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6361767636513325386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6361767636513325386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-pela-manha-eu-estava-ouvindo-ao.html' title='Ouçam &quot;A-podos&quot;'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-1385783229103515072</id><published>2010-01-17T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:45:15.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... pode ser ambíguo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tenho a sensação de estar em um filme sendo acelerado por alguém que quer chegar logo ao clímax!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vejo-me em meio a uma sucessão de acontecimentos, desencontros, desagrados... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Informações sendo jogadas na mesa como cartas de baralho, e eu sem ter sequer tempo de organizá-las. A cada minuto tenho que encontrar novas saídas, sacadas, caminhos... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Isso cansa vocês sabiam?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O melhor de tudo é quando a gente recebe informações atrasadas, informações que seriam indispensáveis pra se evitar certos problemas, e quando elas finalmente chegam já é tarde demais... Você tem que ouvir, assimilar, e já inventar uma maneira de escapar disso tudo com vida! (ou uma vida saudável... se é que vocês me entendem)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;PS: Se aceita tudo, mas escolhe-se o que se quer ver, ouvir ou fazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-1385783229103515072?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/1385783229103515072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=1385783229103515072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1385783229103515072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1385783229103515072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/01/pode-ser-ambiguo.html' title='... pode ser ambíguo!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-4249829555180104542</id><published>2010-01-17T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:36:15.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrato pra iaiá - Los Hermanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Iaiá, se eu peco é na vontade&lt;br /&gt;de ter um amor de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Pois é que  assim, em ti, eu me atirei&lt;br /&gt;e fui te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;pra ver que eu me  enganei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter vivido o óbvio utópico&lt;br /&gt;te beijar&lt;br /&gt;e de ter  brincado sobre a sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;e dizer quase tudo quanto fosse natural&lt;br /&gt;Eu  fui praí te ver, te dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ser.&lt;br /&gt;Como será quando a gente se  encontrar ?&lt;br /&gt;No pé, o céu de um parque a nos testemunhar.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ser como  será!&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sem me preocupar.&lt;br /&gt;E crer pra ver o quanto eu posso  adivinhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De perto eu não quis ver&lt;br /&gt;que toda a anunciação era  vã.&lt;br /&gt;Fui saber tão longe&lt;br /&gt;mesmo você viu antes de mim&lt;br /&gt;que eu te olhando  via uma outra mulher.&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que sobrou:&lt;br /&gt;Um filme no close pro  fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num retrato-falado eu fichado&lt;br /&gt;exposto em  diagnóstico.&lt;br /&gt;Especialistas analisam e sentenciam:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa  ser como será.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo posto em seu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Então tentar prever serviu pra eu  me enganar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ser.&lt;br /&gt;Como será.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já posto em meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Num  continente ao revés,&lt;br /&gt;em preto e branco, em hotéis.&lt;br /&gt;Numa moldura clara e  simples sou aquilo que se vê.&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/6777692179718238604-4249829555180104542?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4249829555180104542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=4249829555180104542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4249829555180104542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/4249829555180104542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/01/retrato-pra-iaia-los-hermanos.html' title='Retrato pra iaiá - Los Hermanos'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2064478426866048967</id><published>2010-01-16T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:45:23.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Quantas vezes eu vou ter que cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tropeçar na minha própria capa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um super herói&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que não sabe voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sempre que recebo um chamado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um sorriso estampar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pego a "super bike"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma donzela salvar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não entendo pra que servem os poderes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando a sua pele você não pode salvar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-2064478426866048967?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2064478426866048967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2064478426866048967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2064478426866048967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2064478426866048967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/01/super.html' title='Super!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-710974137746947469</id><published>2010-01-14T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:23:26.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Janela - O Círculo</title><content type='html'>Mais um passo&lt;br /&gt;Nesse espaço&lt;br /&gt;Tanto espaço&lt;br /&gt;E ainda assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é  pequeno pra mim(a ele é)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A janela&lt;br /&gt;Forma uma tela&lt;br /&gt;O mundo todo  dentro dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pequeno pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho milhares de  fotos&lt;br /&gt;Jornais&lt;br /&gt;Tantos lugares&lt;br /&gt;E nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ver tv nessa  janela&lt;br /&gt;Janela&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ficar preso&lt;br /&gt;Nela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por ter vivido  só&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenha me feito assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu criei um mundo bem maior&lt;br /&gt;E melhor&lt;br /&gt;Pra  mim&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsHaQt2zan0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsHaQt2zan0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6777692179718238604-710974137746947469?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/710974137746947469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=710974137746947469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/710974137746947469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/710974137746947469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/01/janela-o-circulo.html' title='A Janela - O Círculo'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8004318054523373192</id><published>2010-01-06T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:21:20.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metade inteira de mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E como há muito não fazia, sentou-se diante de seu caderno e começou a rabiscar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Suas motivações estiveram distantes por muito tempo, muito mais tempo do que ele costumava suportar, e por tanto estava tenso, inquieto, sem saber como organizar suas idéias para que pudesse começar seus rabiscos de maneira certa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Acalmou-se, e então escreveu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Quisera eu poder dividir-me em dois&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poder escolher quais partes de mim colocar em cada um&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;E só assim sofrer em metade, me doar em metade...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser metade de mim para os outros&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;E uma metade inteira só de mim&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8004318054523373192?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8004318054523373192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8004318054523373192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8004318054523373192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8004318054523373192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2010/01/metade-inteira-de-mim.html' title='Metade inteira de mim!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-8456776753862056847</id><published>2009-12-25T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:46:01.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok então! Um resumo 'bem resumido'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Estou a três dias tentando escrever as minhas considerações sobre 2009, e me dei conta de uma coisa não muito agradável: estou me deixando levar pelos acontecimentos recentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mas agora tentarei resolver esse problema de uma vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&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:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Todo ano a gente é conduzido por caminhos totalmente diferentes, enfrenta situações e problemas totalmente diferentes, e é o que a gente diante de todas essas 'desventuras' que define se estamos aptos a continuar ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&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:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2009 foi um ano que começou prometendo muita coisa, mas como uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/carolinanolasco"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;grande amiga minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; disse, 'nunca se engane pelo começo de um ano' (e aqui eu agradeço ao bom e velho 'histórico do msn') e foi exatamente assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As férias do começo do ano foram espetaculares como em todos os anos. Fui pra Quixadá, reencontrei os amigos, ‘os amores’, as bandas, e principalmente a família, e isso é uma coisa que me forças pra agüentar um ano inteiro em Campos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pois bem, falando em Campos... Terminada a temporada em Quixadá, voltei pra Campos, e de cara eu já tinha um relacionamento, um desafeto e um ‘inimigo em potencial’... E foi assim, tudo muito rápido e muito intenso! (risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Passado esse começo conturbado, a maioria das coisas tinha voltado ao seu devido lugar.. A novidade é que a partir disso menos uma pessoa falava comigo, mas isso ta tranqüilo. O motivo? Não faço a mínima idéia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“A cada bela impressão que causamos, conquistamos um inimigo. Para ser popular é indispensável ser medíocre.” (Oscar Wilde)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bom... O tempo passou, e eu tive outras aventuras amorosas. Essas tiveram desfechos menos trágicos, mas também não duraram muito! (risos mais uma vez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Vai entender né... Uma hora esse povo quer uma coisa, e no minuto seguinte querem outra totalmente diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Depois disso eu não tive muito sucesso em minhas empreitadas, o que inclui um fora/toco no dia do meu aniversário... Que seja! Eu sou feliz porra! (risos de novo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Não vou mudar pra agradar ninguém! Até a minha mãe aprendeu a gostar de mim do jeito que eu sou oras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mas agora, deixando os romances de lado e partindo pra uma coisa mais lucrativa (ou não).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Os meus períodos na faculdade até que foram relativamente tranqüilos, até onde eu sei eu passei em tudo, e aqui eu não falo com total certeza porque a mal amada da minha ‘querida’ professora de Fisiologia ainda não liberou as notas finais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E aqui eu abro um parêntese para mostrar a cópia do e-mail de “Feliz Natal” que eu enviei pra ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;mso-line-height-alt:11.25pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Prezada Prof. Maria Clara, primeiramente gostaria de lhe desejar um ótimo natal e um ano novo melhor ainda.. mas creio que a senhora saiba que o real motivo desse e-mail não é desejar nada a ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:14.4pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:14.4pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gostaria de pedir encarecidamente que a senhora não esqueça de mandar as notas da prova final e as médias finais para este e-mail, pois pessoas como eu estão/estarão bastante longe da UENF pra poder ir olha a nota dessa deliciosa disciplina, e se sentiriam bem menos angustiadas nessa época festiva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;após saber o resultado da mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:14.4pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:14.4pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Desde já agradeço a atenção, e mais uma vez: Boas festas!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:14.4pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Do aluno que mais admira a sua insistência em ministrar essa disciplina.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:14.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:14.4pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... E foi exatamente assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Agora, quanto aos assuntos extracurriculares, eles andaram muito bem (obrigado) até meados de setembro, quando eu decidi abandonar algumas coisas.. Era muito trabalho e pouco reconhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dica: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Saber, todo mundo sabe. Querer, todo mundo quer. Mais fácil falar do que fazer...” (Engenheiros do Hawaii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Alguns falaram que foi jogada de ‘marketing’, e eu não descarto essa possibilidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fiz novos amigos, novos companheiros de saídas a campo, e espero que esse companheirismo dure por um longo tempo... Em contrapartida, alguns laços foram cortados, e eu não sei como isso vai ficar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Firmei minha paixão pela fotografia, consegui comprar uma câmera ‘fodinha’, tirei pouco mais de 10 mil fotos, cerca de 31GB de imagens, fiz ‘faminha’, consegui registros maravilhosos, e hoje minha câmera ta na assistência técnica porque o visor parou de funcionar... Resultado: férias sem a câmera ‘fodinha’, o que não quer dizer que eu não vá tirar milhares de fotos do mesmo jeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nesse ano eu também consegui juntar dois músicos muito bons, coisa que eu já queria fazer desde o ano passado, e dessa união nasceu uma banda muito boa (modéstia a parte). Fizemos um show, gravamos uns vídeos, tiramos umas fotos, e ao que parece a banda acabou! Enfim, nem tudo é perfeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nesses últimos meses algumas pessoas se tornaram essenciais para que as coisas andassem direitinho, e partilhei de ótimos momentos com grupos que eu não tinha tanta intimidade... Arrisquei sair com pessoas diferentes, fazer coisas diferentes... E descobri que isso pode ser muito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bom, resumindo tudo pra acabar, porque agora que eu percebi que isso já ta com três páginas do “Word”, e se passar muito disso ninguém vai ter paciência pra ler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O fato é que a maioria das coisas valeu à pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As vezes que eu saí, as vezes que eu decidi ficar em casa, as vezes que eu não bebi, as vezes que eu bebi pra caralho... As vezes que eu paguei de namoradinho, as vezes que eu paguei o maior pau... As vezes que eu quis tirar onda de alguma coisa, as vezes que eu consegui tirar onda... (risos.. nunca é demais)... As pessoas que eu conheci, as que passaram a fazer parte da minha vida... As pessoas que mais do que nunca firmaram o seu espaço na minha vida... E aquelas outras que perderam a vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quero deixar aqui uma menção especial à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/carolinanolasco"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nolasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, porque ela é foda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E que venha 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Porque próximo ano será foderosamente fodástico! (ao menos ao que couber a mim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Boas festas a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SzVC2IExJnI/AAAAAAAACCw/n8S7bWMAzfk/s320/comparacao.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419311224258111090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-8456776753862056847?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8456776753862056847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=8456776753862056847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8456776753862056847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/8456776753862056847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-entao-um-resumo-bem-resumido.html' title='Ok então! Um resumo &apos;bem resumido&apos;!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SzVC2IExJnI/AAAAAAAACCw/n8S7bWMAzfk/s72-c/comparacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6274076557855159709</id><published>2009-12-21T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:46:12.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(finalmente) Férias!</title><content type='html'>Agora é oficial, estou de férias!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega de virar noites e mais noites estudando, de sofrer com gastrites nervosas, de ter o café como componente obrigatório de todas as refeições! Chega!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E foi com uma arrancada espetacular, inspirada em uma das campanhas mais dramáticas da história do futebol nacional, a do Fluminense no campeonato Brasileiro, que eu cheguei até aqui quase 100% de aproveitamento! Digo 'quase 100%' porque eu ainda não sei o resultado da minha última prova, mas isso já é passado! Continuarei na série A!!! (risos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que comecem os jogos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-6274076557855159709?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6274076557855159709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6274076557855159709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6274076557855159709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6274076557855159709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/12/finalmente-ferias.html' title='(finalmente) Férias!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2090561810887616917</id><published>2009-12-19T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:05:52.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autor desconhecido.. mas isso não importa!</title><content type='html'>"Aos poucos você vai deixando de escutar certas músicas, de usar certas roupas, de falar com certas pessoas. Mudar faz parte do ciclo da vida, embora a essência seja sempre a mesma. Quando encontrar um obstáculo grande na vida, não desanime ao passar, pois com o tempo ele se tornará pequeno. Não porque diminuiu, mas porque você cresceu."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-2090561810887616917?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2090561810887616917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2090561810887616917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2090561810887616917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2090561810887616917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/12/autor-desconhecido-mas-isso-nao-importa.html' title='Autor desconhecido.. mas isso não importa!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-1969960512801911997</id><published>2009-12-18T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:46:26.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É incrível como a gente se deixa levar por alguns impulsos e esquece das coisas que são realmente importantes!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-1969960512801911997?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/1969960512801911997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=1969960512801911997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1969960512801911997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1969960512801911997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-incrivel-como-gente-se-deixa-levar.html' title=''/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-2045280777698503385</id><published>2009-12-17T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:59:17.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa ser... como será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Iaiá, se eu peco é na vontade de ter um amor de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Pois é que assim,  em ti, eu me atirei... e fui te encontrar pra ver que eu me enganei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...) Num retrato-falado eu fichado, exposto em diagnóstico.&lt;/div&gt;Especialistas  analisam e sentenciam: Oh, não!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sou um animal sentimental, me apego facilmente ao que desperta o meu desejo.&lt;div&gt;(...) Acho que entendo o que você quis me dizer, mas existem outras coisas... (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tínhamos a idéia, mas você mudou os planos... Tínhamos um plano, você mudou de  idéia.&lt;br /&gt;Já passou, já passou - quem sabe outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;(...) Tenho um sorriso bobo, parecido com um soluço, enquanto o caos segue em frente com toda calma do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&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;Estranho seria se eu não me apaixonasse por você...&lt;br /&gt;(...) Seu all star azul combina  com o meu preto de cano alto.&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/6777692179718238604-2045280777698503385?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2045280777698503385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=2045280777698503385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2045280777698503385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/2045280777698503385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/12/deixa-ser-como-sera.html' title='Deixa ser... como será?'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-5214220537880303985</id><published>2009-12-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:46:53.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40.</title><content type='html'>Já tinha um tempo que eu queria postar algo novo aqui, e hoje, enquanto procurava coisas legais usando o google, esbarrei no blog da "Suellen Nara", o &lt;a href="http://equilibriobambo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Equilíbrio Bambo&lt;/a&gt;, e me inspirei pra fazer uma postagem diferente!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos lá então!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Pretendo seguir os temas dos tópicos da postagem original da "Suellen Nara".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 - Sou sincero demais, principalmente quando acho que vale a pena o ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 - Gosto de usar preto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 - Detesto parecer romântico ou carente demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4 - Gosto de telefone, mas prefiro falar olhando nos olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 - Sou simples e direto, não costumo fazer joguinhos... mas eu costumo analisar as pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6 - Eu gosto de beber, mas eu (ainda) sei a hora de parar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7 - Eu amo o jeito como algumas pessoas encaram seus problemas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8 - Eu sou enrolado pra fazer algumas coisas e detesto que me apressem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9 - Adoro quase todo tipo de música, principalmente as que tem boas linhas de contrabaixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10 - Eu já cai de árvore, uma parede já caiu na minha cabeça, já engessei o joelho esquerdo, já fui atropelado enquanto andava de patins, já mordi um fio elétrico ligado na tomada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;11 - As vezes eu falo sozinho comigo mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12 - Eu parei com hábitos fúteis de fazer sempre a barba e cortar o cabelo. (risos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13 - Sou hiperativo e isso assusta as pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;14 - Gosto muito de amendoim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;15 - Gosto de parecer elegante, sou educado sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;16 - Eu tenho um lado bastante vingativo, não escuto nada calado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;17 - Meu horário mais produtivo é durante a madrugada, e eu sempre tenho sono pela manhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;18 - Sou curioso pra caramba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;19 - Eu evito coisas, situações e pessoas. O tempo todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;20 - Detesto Pagode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;21 - Detesto criancisse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;22 - Sou de Câncer.. bastante típico diga-se de passagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;23 - Quase fui padre, mas não sigo mais uma religião. Acredito em muitas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;24 - Eu me apaixono por coisas e pessoas quase enigmáticas, indescritíveis, inexplicáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;25 - Meu humor vária de acordo com a lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;26 - Eu quero morar numa loja de discos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;27 - Eu rabisco alguma coisa quase que todos os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;28 - Eu tenho a habilidade de aparecer de surpresa em quase todos os lugares, e sumir do mapa quando é preciso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;29 - Eu não sei nadar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;30 - Eu aturo todo tipo de pessoa, sem frescura e sem rótulos, desde que me respeitem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;31 - Eu amo o sol. Preciso dele pra começar bem uma manhã... me revigora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;32 - Músicas falam por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;33 - Tenho ótimos amigos homens, mulheres e gays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;34 - Eu tentei ser herói, ao maior estilo altruísta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;35 - Eu adivinho as coisas sem ninguém ter me contado. (A internet ajuda) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;36 - Eu curto todas as músicas dos Los Hermanos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;37 - Eu só sei cozinhar pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;38 - Eu não sei dirigir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;39 - Eu quase desisti da faculdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;40 - Se eu puder complicar, eu vou complicar. (Fato)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-5214220537880303985?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5214220537880303985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=5214220537880303985&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5214220537880303985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/5214220537880303985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/12/40.html' title='40.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-7002749999468401830</id><published>2009-12-08T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:46:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#tenso (uma postagem grande demais pro twitter)</title><content type='html'>Sei que não costumo postar esse tipo de coisa aqui, mas dessa vez ta ‘phoda’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penúltima semana de aulas aqui na UENF, a situação ta cada vez mais tensa! Tenho que ministrar uma aula hoje a tarde, anatomia de aves pros calouros, parte teórica... e olha só que legal: acabei de descobrir que terei uma prova de segunda chamada amanhã, no mesmo horário em que eu teria que estar ministrando a parte prática da aula de anatomia de aves!!! O grande problema é que “estar em dois lugares ao mesmo tempo” ainda não pertence ao meu ‘set’ de super poderes! (#Infelizmente #Fail)&lt;br /&gt;Como se isso não bastasse, quinta feira tenho uma prova pela manhã e um trabalho pra entregar durante a tarde, e na sexta feira, um trabalho pela manhã e uma prova durante a tarde!&lt;br /&gt;Êta vidinha mais ou menos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de período #Fail&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(C. Henrique de O. Nogueira)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-7002749999468401830?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/7002749999468401830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=7002749999468401830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7002749999468401830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/7002749999468401830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/12/tenso-uma-postagem-grande-demais-pro.html' title='#tenso (uma postagem grande demais pro twitter)'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-1020204178350570869</id><published>2009-12-05T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:01:39.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... heroes!</title><content type='html'>I believe there's a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="extiw"&gt;Rosemary Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="extiw"&gt;May Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;", in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider-Man 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (2004)&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/6777692179718238604-1020204178350570869?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/1020204178350570869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=1020204178350570869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1020204178350570869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1020204178350570869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/12/heroes.html' title='... heroes!'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-9022816060142438747</id><published>2009-12-03T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:01:56.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... detalhes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Os que amam a vida não devem explicações a ninguém. Apenas amam. São pessoas apaixonadas por tudo o que torna a existência possível. E, apenas nesse particular, exigem os mínimos detalhes. Até por que, quem não quer saber como é, na essência, o objeto de seu amor? Que apaixonado pela vida não se entusiasma ao descobrir a tênue linha que liga e costura o comportamento de um rústico lagarto do deserto à aparente fragilidade de uma libélula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luiz Eduardo Cheida&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/6777692179718238604-9022816060142438747?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/9022816060142438747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=9022816060142438747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/9022816060142438747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/9022816060142438747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/12/os-que-amam-vida-nao-devem-explicacoes.html' title='... detalhes.'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6537480225165358799</id><published>2009-11-27T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:33:10.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(500) Days Of Summer [500 Dias com ela]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.miolao.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/five_hundred_days_of_summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 702px;" src="http://www.miolao.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/five_hundred_days_of_summer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Descrever este filme em duas linhas parece uma tarefa bem simples à primeira vista.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(500) Dias Com Ela conta como Tom Hanson se apaixona por Summer. E também sobre como ela não se apaixona por ele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logo de início somos apresentados a Tom, um garoto que cresceu assistindo filmes de amor, tendo certeza que um dia viveria uma história tão linda quanto as que via no cinema. Do outro lado da tela, conhecemos Summer. Uma garota filha de pais separados que só ama de verdade duas coisas na vida: seu longo e lindo cabelo negro e a facilidade que o corta sem sentir absolutamente nada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com uma abertura encantadora, ao som de &lt;em&gt;Us&lt;/em&gt;, de Regina Spektor, somos inseridos na vida dessas duas pessoas e por pouco mais de uma hora e meia sorrimos, torcemos e sentimos nossa garganta um pouquinho mais apertada. Está tudo lá. Toda a vontade de ser feliz, de se sentir amado, de encontrar a sua cara metade, de encontrar, sem querer, também decepções.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quebrando todos os clichês que poderiam sair da premissa água com açúcar, Marc Webb subverte a comédia romântica. Aqui temos um garoto apaixonado e uma garota que não acredita no amor, ao contrário da maioria das produções do gênero, onde é sempre a garota que idealiza um amor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A narrativa fragmentada foi outro acerto. Em vez de vermos um início apaixonado, um meio turbulento e um final feliz, a história inteira se mistura numa ordem não cronológica, soando às vezes cruel, como por exemplo quando o filme nos mostra as piadas que de repente perdem a graça e também como que o que a gente amava no outro de repente torna-se insuportável. As piadas funcionam no tempo certo e quebram toda tensão que o filme acumularia se fosse contado de forma convencional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo, absolutamente tudo, é mostrado de um jeito sutil, bem humorado e bonito. A dupla de protagonistas tem uma química que desperta simpatia. Joseph Gordon-Levitt, que já tinha mostrado a que veio no incrível &lt;em&gt;Mistérios da Carne&lt;/em&gt; e que mais recentemente deu as caras em &lt;em&gt;G.I. Joe – A Origem de Cobra&lt;/em&gt;, segura o filme todo, dosando precisamente a comédia e o drama. Zooey Deschanel, que é musa da galerinha indie e que  normalmente deixa devendo quando o quesito é atuação, tem o papel de sua vida. No auge de sua beleza, é impossível não se apaixonar pela sua Summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zooey, além de atuar, contribui cantando com a outra metade do She &amp;amp; Him uma versão de &lt;em&gt;Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want&lt;/em&gt;, clássico do The Smiths. Aliás, a trilha sonora inteira é delicosa. Além dos já mencionados She &amp;amp; Him e da fofíssima Regina Spektor, temos Wolfmother, Carla Bruni, Feist, Black Lips e até Hall &amp;amp; Oates, com a ensolarada&lt;em&gt; You Make My Dreams&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É, realmente falar sobre (500) Dias Com Ela parece bem simples. Mas quando a gente mergulha no universo projetado pela brilhante estréia de Marc Webb na direção, a gente nota que se trata de algo muito maior do que apenas mais um filminho de amor. (500) Dias Com Ela é um filme sobre a vida. Ou pelo menos, sobre a parte mais gostosa dela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;(500) Days Of Summer, Marc Webb, 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(500) Dias Com Ela. Com Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Zooey Deschanel, Geoffrey Arend, Chloe Moretz e Matthew Gray Gubler.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(retirado de &lt;a href="http://www.miolao.com/blog/telinha-e-telao/2009/11/14/500-days-of-summer/"&gt;miolão.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&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/6777692179718238604-6537480225165358799?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6537480225165358799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6537480225165358799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6537480225165358799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6537480225165358799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-of-summer-500-dias-com-ela.html' title='(500) Days Of Summer [500 Dias com ela]'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-6885114289222958416</id><published>2009-11-26T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:39:38.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Acumulado - Fábio Góes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sinistersaladmusikal.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/fabio-goes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://sinistersaladmusikal.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/fabio-goes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mundo é mundo acumulado&lt;br /&gt;No seu comentário&lt;br /&gt;É mundo é mundo  acumulado&lt;br /&gt;No seu jeito de falar&lt;br /&gt;É mundo é mundo acumulado&lt;br /&gt;Querendo  brincar comigo&lt;br /&gt;É mundo é mundo acumulado&lt;br /&gt;Num dia depois de outro  dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo tudo planejado&lt;br /&gt;Dando tudo meio errado&lt;br /&gt;Bebendo o que sobra  de alegria&lt;br /&gt;A noite, depois de outro dia&lt;br /&gt;A fase ruim passa&lt;br /&gt;A fase boa  passa também&lt;br /&gt;Só sobra quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém ninguém ninguém  ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo reza ser pro sol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-6885114289222958416?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6885114289222958416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=6885114289222958416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6885114289222958416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/6885114289222958416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/11/mundo-acumulado-fabio-goes.html' title='Mundo Acumulado - Fábio Góes'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777692179718238604.post-1027325548179782293</id><published>2009-11-22T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:03:39.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiê - Assinado Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/85Ys1wb_vjo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/85Ys1wb_vjo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777692179718238604-1027325548179782293?l=diasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/feeds/1027325548179782293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6777692179718238604&amp;postID=1027325548179782293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1027325548179782293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6777692179718238604/posts/default/1027325548179782293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasquentes.blogspot.com/2009/11/tie-assinado-eu.html' title='Tiê - Assinado Eu'/><author><name>Henrique Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564211162266684921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvaLIeWzxo0/SyWbmZVANeI/AAAAAAAACCI/q_EXeRHv7bA/S220/adsdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
