<?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-3103094080172567367</id><updated>2012-02-08T15:23:30.526-08:00</updated><category term='anjos'/><category term='Votos de Submissão'/><category term='Fernanda Young'/><title type='text'>Fadas e Versos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-1420960668314448026</id><published>2011-09-09T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T06:09:01.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Só odeiam os que não se fazem amar..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v-7v2sXH5Ng/TmoPd8JetVI/AAAAAAAABIg/U_FcS2cQLns/s1600/4844389384_199a6489c1_z_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v-7v2sXH5Ng/TmoPd8JetVI/AAAAAAAABIg/U_FcS2cQLns/s400/4844389384_199a6489c1_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650345689526220114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sinto muito, mas não pretendo ser um imperador. Não é esse o meu ofício.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não pretendo governar ou conquistar quem quer que seja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostaria de ajudar, se possível, judeus, gentios, negros, brancos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos nós desejamos ajudar uns aos outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os seres humanos são assim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejamos viver para a felicidade do próximo, não para seu infortúnio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que havemos de odiar e desprezar uns aos outros? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste mundo há espaço para todos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A terra que é boa e rica, pode prover a todas as necessidades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminho da vida pode ser o da liberdade e da beleza, porém, nos extraviamos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cobiça envenenou a alma das pessoas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levantou no mundo as muralhas do ódio e tem-nos feito marchar a passo de ganso para a miséria e a morte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Criamos a época da velocidade, mas nos sentimos enclausurados dentro dela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A máquina que produz abundância, tem-nos deixado em penúrias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossos conhecimentos fazem-nos céticos; nossa inteligência em pessoas duras e cruéis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensamos em demasia e sentimos bem pouco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais do que máquinas, precisamos de humanidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais do que inteligência, precisamos de afeição e doçura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem essas feições a vida será de violência e tudo será perdido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A aviação e o rádio aproximam-nos muito mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A própria natureza dessas coisas é um apelo eloqüente à bondade da pessoa humana, um apelo à fraternidade universal, à união de todos nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste mesmo instante minha voz chega a milhões de pessoas por este mundo afora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milhões de desesperados, homens e mulheres, criancinhas, vítimas de um sistemas que tortura seres humanos e encarcera inocentes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos que me podem ouvir, eu digo: "Não se desesperem!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A desgraça que tem caído sobre nós não é mais produto da cobiça em agonia, da amargura de pessoas que temem o avanço do processo humano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pessoas que odeiam desaparecerão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os ditadores sucumbirão e o poder que do povo foi roubado há de retornar ao povo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim, enquanto morrem pessoas, a liberdade nunca perecerá. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Companheiros, não vos entregueis a seres humanos brutais que vos desprezam, que vos escravizam, que arregimentam as vossas vidas, que ditam os vossos atos, as vossas idéias, os vossos sentimentos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que vos fazem marchar no mesmo passo, que vos submetem a uma alimentação regrada, que vos tratam como um gado humano, que vos utilizam como carne para canhão! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sois máquinas! Pessoas é que sois! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, com amor da humanidade em vossas almas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não odieis! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só odeiam os que não se fazem amar, os inumanos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Companheiros, não batalheis pela escravidão! Lutai pela liberdade! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No décimo sétimo capítulo de São Lucas está escrito que o Reino de Deus está dentro de vós todos! Vós, o povo, tendes o poder - o poder de criar máquinas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O poder de criar felicidade! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vós, o povo, tendes o poder de tornar esta vida livre e bela... e fazê-la uma aventura maravilhosa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Portanto, em nome da democracia, usemos deste poder, unamo-nos todos nós. Lutemos por um mundo novo... um mundo bom, que a todos assegure o ensejo de trabalho, que dê fruto à mocidade e segurança à velhice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É pela promessa de tais coisas que desalmados têm subido ao poder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, só mistificam! Não cumprem o que prometem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamais o cumprirão! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os ditadores liberam-se, porém, escravizam o povo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lutemos agora para libertar o mundo, abater as fronteiras nacionais, dar fim à ganância, ao ódio e à prepotência. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lutemos por um mundo de razão, um mundo em que a ciência e o progresso conduzam à aventura de todos nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em nome da democracia, unamo-nos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah, estás me ouvindo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde te encontres, levanta os olhos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vês, Hannah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sol vai rompendo as nuvens que se dispersam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos saindo das trevas para a luz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos entrando num mundo novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um mundo melhor, em que as pessoas estarão acima da cobiça, do ódio e da brutalidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ergue os olhos, Hannah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A alma das pessoas ganhou asas e afinal começa a voar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voar para o arco-íris, para a luz da esperança. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ergue os olhos Hannah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ergue os olhos!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extraído do filme O Grande Dita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;dor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-1420960668314448026?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1420960668314448026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-odeiam-os-que-nao-se-fazem-amar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1420960668314448026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1420960668314448026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-odeiam-os-que-nao-se-fazem-amar.html' title='&quot;Só odeiam os que não se fazem amar...&quot;'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v-7v2sXH5Ng/TmoPd8JetVI/AAAAAAAABIg/U_FcS2cQLns/s72-c/4844389384_199a6489c1_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-5751731082445347096</id><published>2011-08-17T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:03:09.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor Antigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIfazFmxcGI/Tkx-oNbN7jI/AAAAAAAABIY/0hoFEQhisD0/s1600/tumblr_l2jfm8wQ8N1qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIfazFmxcGI/Tkx-oNbN7jI/AAAAAAAABIY/0hoFEQhisD0/s400/tumblr_l2jfm8wQ8N1qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642023662452076082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); 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="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;O amor antigo vive de si mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;não de cultivo alheio ou de presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Nada exige nem pede. Nada espera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;mas do destino vão nega a sentença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;O amor antigo tem raízes fundas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;feitas de sofrimento e de beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;Por aquelas mergulha no infinito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;e por estas suplanta a natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;Se em toda parte o tempo desmorona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;aquilo que foi grande e deslumbrante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;o amor antigo, porém nunca fenece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;e a cada dia surge mais amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&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-size: medium; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Mais ardente, mais pobre de esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Mais triste? Não. Ele venceu a dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;e resplandece no seu canto obscuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;tanto mais velho quanto mais amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 50px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;CARLOS DRUMMOND ANDRADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chBS_tfEq-U/Tkx92KVq_pI/AAAAAAAABIQ/sP4RdxOeqls/s400/20070710-idosos.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642022802630049426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&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/3103094080172567367-5751731082445347096?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5751731082445347096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-amor-antigo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/5751731082445347096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/5751731082445347096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-amor-antigo.html' title='O Amor Antigo'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIfazFmxcGI/Tkx-oNbN7jI/AAAAAAAABIY/0hoFEQhisD0/s72-c/tumblr_l2jfm8wQ8N1qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-6605611904027941084</id><published>2011-08-12T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T19:33:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cy7mvuPCack/TkXefkKuevI/AAAAAAAABIA/C3Fk_QfVLlg/s1600/fairy_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cy7mvuPCack/TkXefkKuevI/AAAAAAAABIA/C3Fk_QfVLlg/s400/fairy_book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640158742217390834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ó homens superiores,&lt;br /&gt;Que vos parece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um adivinho?&lt;br /&gt;Um decifrador de sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;Um sino de meia-noite?&lt;br /&gt;Uma gota de orvalho?&lt;br /&gt;Um vapor e perfume de eternidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ouvis?&lt;br /&gt;Não sentis o aroma?&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo acaba de se comsumar,&lt;br /&gt;meia-noite é também meio-dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor é também prazer,&lt;br /&gt;a maldição também benção,&lt;br /&gt;a noite é também um sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ide e aprendei:&lt;br /&gt;Um sábio também é eu parvo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando com o blog...&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que não posso deixar aquilo que me mantem viva e me faz pulsar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-6605611904027941084?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6605611904027941084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/voltando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6605611904027941084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6605611904027941084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/voltando.html' title='Voltando...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cy7mvuPCack/TkXefkKuevI/AAAAAAAABIA/C3Fk_QfVLlg/s72-c/fairy_book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-2704883549185781091</id><published>2011-03-24T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:57:28.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantas vidas cabem na minha vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nhro2-WJ2pI/TYuD9pV_SFI/AAAAAAAABG8/-WbDLhD3eBU/s1600/La%2Bsoledad%2Bdel%2Bque%2Bespera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nhro2-WJ2pI/TYuD9pV_SFI/AAAAAAAABG8/-WbDLhD3eBU/s400/La%2Bsoledad%2Bdel%2Bque%2Bespera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587704857776572498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que só eu sou assim?&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo sempre um dia, esperando pelo próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Uma certa inquietude dentro de mim me faz ser assim: sempre dando um passo pensando no outro mais a frente. Nunca achando que está no lugar certo, na hora certa, querendo que o amanhã chegue depressa.&lt;br /&gt;Como se estivesse sempre com uma mala pronta e prestes a partir. Pensando em todos os lugares e pessoas que precisa conhecer, os sabores e sensações que ainda não provou, querendo viver milhões de vidas numa só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo vai brincando comigo, passando rápido e ao mesmo tempo tão parado, eterno e fugaz.&lt;br /&gt;O que será que tem de tão bom nesse futuro que eu nem faço ideia mas espero como uma criança espera a hora de brincar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se eu poderia der de outro jeito, não me lembro de um tempo que eu não fosse assim. As esperas mudam, não são as mesmas do passado, mas estão sempre me rondando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pensando sobre isso chego a uma dúvida crucial: o que será de mim o dia em que elas acabarem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso só esperando pra ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-2704883549185781091?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2704883549185781091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/quantas-vidas-cabem-na-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2704883549185781091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2704883549185781091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/quantas-vidas-cabem-na-minha-vida.html' title='Quantas vidas cabem na minha vida?'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nhro2-WJ2pI/TYuD9pV_SFI/AAAAAAAABG8/-WbDLhD3eBU/s72-c/La%2Bsoledad%2Bdel%2Bque%2Bespera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-6488995370669027467</id><published>2011-03-04T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:55:58.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanto riso, oh quanta alegria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmsgIO6ahAk/TXFi7Nc15iI/AAAAAAAABG0/j_UH4W73aKo/s1600/marcara%2Bnegra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmsgIO6ahAk/TXFi7Nc15iI/AAAAAAAABG0/j_UH4W73aKo/s400/marcara%2Bnegra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580350182651192866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mesma máscara negra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que esconde o teu rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero matar a saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou beijar-te agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me leve a mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje é carnaval...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Música: Máscara Negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&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/3103094080172567367-6488995370669027467?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6488995370669027467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/tanto-riso-oh-quanta-alegria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6488995370669027467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6488995370669027467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/tanto-riso-oh-quanta-alegria.html' title='Tanto riso, oh quanta alegria!'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmsgIO6ahAk/TXFi7Nc15iI/AAAAAAAABG0/j_UH4W73aKo/s72-c/marcara%2Bnegra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-7149405425045435974</id><published>2011-02-11T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:42:19.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como chegar até as nuvens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpJW2ze897Q/TVXw-PeKZ7I/AAAAAAAABGs/z9peKnd_Pks/s1600/tumblr_l32mp4et671qzwaddo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpJW2ze897Q/TVXw-PeKZ7I/AAAAAAAABGs/z9peKnd_Pks/s400/tumblr_l32mp4et671qzwaddo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572625066036455346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Se o mundo é mesmo parecido com o que vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prefiro acreditar no mundo do meu jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E você estava esperando voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas como chegar até as nuvens com os pés no chão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que sinto muitas vezes faz sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E outras vezes não descubro o motivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me explica porque é que eu não consigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver sentido no que sinto, o que procuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que desejo e o que faz parte do meu mundo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&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/3103094080172567367-7149405425045435974?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7149405425045435974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/como-chegar-ate-as-nuvens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/7149405425045435974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/7149405425045435974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/02/como-chegar-ate-as-nuvens.html' title='Como chegar até as nuvens...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpJW2ze897Q/TVXw-PeKZ7I/AAAAAAAABGs/z9peKnd_Pks/s72-c/tumblr_l32mp4et671qzwaddo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-2129205479316660876</id><published>2011-01-26T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:57:42.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu nunca vou deixá-lo ir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TUCYWSMSgJI/AAAAAAAABGg/TdkOsD0KTLw/s1600/Foto-0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TUCYWSMSgJI/AAAAAAAABGg/TdkOsD0KTLw/s400/Foto-0091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566616648037859474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby, tanto a aprender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu colo alimenta você e a mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu mimar você, adorar você&lt;br /&gt;Agora, só agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Porque um dia eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter que deixá-lo ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, serei seu lar se quiser&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa, do jeito que tem que ser&lt;br /&gt;O que mais posso fazer&lt;br /&gt;Só te olhar dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, só agora&lt;br /&gt;Correndo pelo campo&lt;br /&gt;Antes de deixá-lo ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda a estação&lt;br /&gt;Necessários são&lt;br /&gt;Você a florescer&lt;br /&gt;Calmamente, lindamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando eu não mais estiver&lt;br /&gt;Lembre que me ouviu dizer&lt;br /&gt;O quanto me importei&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu senti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, só agora&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você perceba&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca vou deixá-lo ir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música: Só agora - Pitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Com você eu aprendi que nem mesmo a maior das dores consegue superar a grandeza do amor, que sorrisos são capazes de iluminar vidas inteiras, que a felicidade está nos momentos mais simples, que abraços são abrigos, que anjos existem, que cumplicidade se encontra em um olhar e que para um grande amor sempre há um recomeço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Meu pequeno, meu rio de luz...EU NUNCA VOU DEIXÁ-LO IR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A Tia Ni te ama infinitamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Feliz 3 anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tia Ni*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-2129205479316660876?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2129205479316660876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-nunca-vou-deixa-lo-ir.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2129205479316660876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2129205479316660876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-nunca-vou-deixa-lo-ir.html' title='Eu nunca vou deixá-lo ir...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TUCYWSMSgJI/AAAAAAAABGg/TdkOsD0KTLw/s72-c/Foto-0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-2298832263458637538</id><published>2011-01-25T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:25:14.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TT-FdbZ_7xI/AAAAAAAABGA/U-IkTeBuaI4/s1600/tumblr_l0mps9beRI1qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TT-FdbZ_7xI/AAAAAAAABGA/U-IkTeBuaI4/s400/tumblr_l0mps9beRI1qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566314405072727826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O tempo é muito lento para os que esperam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muito rápido para os que tem medo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muito longo para os que lamentam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muito curto para os que festejam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas, para os que amam, o tempo é eterno."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Willian Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por enquanto, eu espero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&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/3103094080172567367-2298832263458637538?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2298832263458637538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2298832263458637538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2298832263458637538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/tempo.html' title='O Tempo'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TT-FdbZ_7xI/AAAAAAAABGA/U-IkTeBuaI4/s72-c/tumblr_l0mps9beRI1qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-5614680661347638432</id><published>2011-01-01T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:41:05.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor pra Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TR9zTnZzouI/AAAAAAAABF4/Qprb0oEEZZg/s1600/tumblr_l0kjj3ZBy41qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TR9zTnZzouI/AAAAAAAABF4/Qprb0oEEZZg/s400/tumblr_l0kjj3ZBy41qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557287246030414562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Eu te desejo&lt;br /&gt;Não parar tão cedo&lt;br /&gt;Pois toda idade tem&lt;br /&gt;Prazer e medo...&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;E com os que erram&lt;br /&gt;Feio e bastante&lt;br /&gt;Que você consiga&lt;br /&gt;Ser tolerante...&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;Que seja por um dia&lt;br /&gt;E não o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E que você descubra&lt;br /&gt;Que rir é bom&lt;br /&gt;Mas que rir de tudo&lt;br /&gt;É desespero...&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br /&gt;Pra recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Pra recomeçar...&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Eu te desejo muitos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Mas que em um&lt;br /&gt;Você possa confiar&lt;br /&gt;E que tenha até&lt;br /&gt;Inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Pra você não deixar&lt;br /&gt;De duvidar...&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;Que seja por um dia&lt;br /&gt;E não o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E que você descubra&lt;br /&gt;Que rir é bom&lt;br /&gt;Mas que rir de tudo&lt;br /&gt;É desespero...&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br /&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Eu desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Que você ganhe dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Pois é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Viver também&lt;br /&gt;E que você diga a ele&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Quem é mesmo&lt;br /&gt;O dono de quem...&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br /&gt;Pra recomeçar...&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Música: Amor pra Recomeçar - Frejat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que neste ano de 2011, RECOMEÇAR seja a palavra!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-5614680661347638432?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5614680661347638432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-pra-recomecar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/5614680661347638432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/5614680661347638432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-pra-recomecar.html' title='Amor pra Recomeçar'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TR9zTnZzouI/AAAAAAAABF4/Qprb0oEEZZg/s72-c/tumblr_l0kjj3ZBy41qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-4379183587289380148</id><published>2010-12-16T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T06:54:23.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ser uma pessoa plena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TQomZJddLBI/AAAAAAAABFs/WKopFRdHtQA/s1600/tumblr_l8m3i0V7Vl1qbe3g6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TQomZJddLBI/AAAAAAAABFs/WKopFRdHtQA/s400/tumblr_l8m3i0V7Vl1qbe3g6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551291704165608466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Custa tanto ser uma pessoa plena, que tem a luz ou a coragem de pagar o preço; de abandonar por completo a busca de segurança e correr o risco de viver com os dois braços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso ter uma vontade obstinada mas também uma capacidade de aceitação total de cada consequência do viver o do morrer." (&lt;i&gt;Morris L. West)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&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/3103094080172567367-4379183587289380148?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4379183587289380148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-ser-uma-pessoa-plena.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4379183587289380148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4379183587289380148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-ser-uma-pessoa-plena.html' title='Para ser uma pessoa plena'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TQomZJddLBI/AAAAAAAABFs/WKopFRdHtQA/s72-c/tumblr_l8m3i0V7Vl1qbe3g6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-5213452611290753478</id><published>2010-11-30T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:03:03.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu acordasse mais cedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TPXGqxK8Z-I/AAAAAAAABFk/5VSEr3jX4ro/s1600/tumblr_l93lxtOlbz1qzmzmho1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TPXGqxK8Z-I/AAAAAAAABFk/5VSEr3jX4ro/s400/tumblr_l93lxtOlbz1qzmzmho1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545556954232678370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se amanhã eu acordasse mais cedo e fosse caminhar no parque, talvez a felicidade me encontrasse em forma de uma borboleta...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu estivesse lá, eternamente esperando por ela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando ela cruzasse meu caminho e me fizesse sorrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez a luz do sol iluminasse meu rosto nesse momento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu descobrisse que a felicidade sempre esteve ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-5213452611290753478?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5213452611290753478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-eu-acordasse-mais-cedo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/5213452611290753478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/5213452611290753478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-eu-acordasse-mais-cedo.html' title='Se eu acordasse mais cedo'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TPXGqxK8Z-I/AAAAAAAABFk/5VSEr3jX4ro/s72-c/tumblr_l93lxtOlbz1qzmzmho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-1373812674797267735</id><published>2010-11-18T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:28:34.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O maior amor do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TOWn_8gNUvI/AAAAAAAABFc/4o1BAUDWqwg/s1600/tumblr_l16h6vBnHD1qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TOWn_8gNUvI/AAAAAAAABFc/4o1BAUDWqwg/s400/tumblr_l16h6vBnHD1qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541019633564078834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;É dificil encontrar as palavras certas para falar de amor. Ainda mais quando esse amor é o mais pleno de todos: amor de mãe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Esse amor que supera qualquer barreira, qualquer distância. É puro e inteiro. É sublime e divino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Posso dizer que fui uma pessoa abençoada desde o primeiro dia que cheguei nesse mundo. A vida me deu uma estrela pra guiar e iluminar meus passos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alguém que está sempre comigo em todos os momentos. Uma mãe, pai, professora, amiga e porto seguro. Que é minha força quando eu fraquejo, me abraça quando eu me entristeço e me inspira quando eu penso em desitir. Acima de tudo, é a minha parceira de sonhos, por mais difíceis que eles pareçam ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cada dor e tristeza que passamos nos fez mais fortes e cúmplices. Cada alegria nos fez nos fez melhores. E a distância só faz unir nossos corações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mãe, nem preciso te dizer que te desejo sempre o melhor da vida, felicidades, saúde e muitos anos de vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O que eu preciso te dizer, hoje e todos os dias é que eu te amo sempre e cada vez mais. Obrigada por dedicar o seu maior amor para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TOWmhr5ZjfI/AAAAAAAABFU/_5r7AQI9TyM/s400/IMG024-01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541018014198631922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Você viu o melhor que estava em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me levantou quando não podia alcançar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me deu fé porque você acreditou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou tudo que sou porque você me amou!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EU AMO VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nicoli&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/3103094080172567367-1373812674797267735?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1373812674797267735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-maior-amor-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1373812674797267735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1373812674797267735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-maior-amor-do-mundo.html' title='O maior amor do mundo'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TOWn_8gNUvI/AAAAAAAABFc/4o1BAUDWqwg/s72-c/tumblr_l16h6vBnHD1qb22n9o1_500%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-3361690018793001153</id><published>2010-11-11T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:08:51.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TNySQaNlrmI/AAAAAAAABFE/0engWpuqBEc/s1600/tumblr_l43ryfjEEz1qajsofo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TNySQaNlrmI/AAAAAAAABFE/0engWpuqBEc/s400/tumblr_l43ryfjEEz1qajsofo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538462452370746978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"E quando eu estiver triste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Simplesmente me abrace..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103094080172567367-3361690018793001153?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3361690018793001153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/11/hug-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3361690018793001153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3361690018793001153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/11/hug-me.html' title='Hug me?'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TNySQaNlrmI/AAAAAAAABFE/0engWpuqBEc/s72-c/tumblr_l43ryfjEEz1qajsofo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-875091212521370777</id><published>2010-10-23T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:34:20.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores (im)Perfeitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TML_kGIpn7I/AAAAAAAABE8/uHekCjF_COk/s1600/tumblr_l31tslQWH81qb22n9o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TML_kGIpn7I/AAAAAAAABE8/uHekCjF_COk/s400/tumblr_l31tslQWH81qb22n9o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531264287951658930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Mentira se eu disser&lt;br /&gt;Que não penso mais em você&lt;br /&gt;E quantas páginas o amor já mereceu&lt;br /&gt;Os filósofos não dizem nada&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não possa dizer&lt;br /&gt;Quantos versos sobre nós eu já guardei&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a luz daquela sala acesa&lt;br /&gt;E me peça pra voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sei que amores imperfeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;São as flores da estação..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Música: Amores Imperfeitos - Skank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3103094080172567367-875091212521370777?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/875091212521370777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/10/amores-imperfeitos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/875091212521370777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/875091212521370777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/10/amores-imperfeitos.html' title='Amores (im)Perfeitos'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TML_kGIpn7I/AAAAAAAABE8/uHekCjF_COk/s72-c/tumblr_l31tslQWH81qb22n9o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-6543822756021238915</id><published>2010-09-24T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:04:33.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TJ1HPFFI94I/AAAAAAAABE0/EEAp0O8dbbo/s1600/pecado1px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TJ1HPFFI94I/AAAAAAAABE0/EEAp0O8dbbo/s400/pecado1px.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520647042613442434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"A alegria do pecado as vezes toma conta de mim, e é tão bom não ser divino."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pecado é a forma mais plena de sentir a nossa própria humanidade, é a linha que divide o divino do profano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca sentiu uma pontinha de INVEJA ao comtemplar o sucesso ou a beleza de alguém? Ou não fez aquilo que tinha que fazer por estar morrendo de PREGUIÇA? É impossível haver quem nunca tenha, por pura GULA, comido, além da conta, algo delicioso. A VAIDADE que nos faz querer ser sempre o melhor, a IRA que nos faz irracionais e a AVAREZA de querer somente pra nós mesmos algo que nos agrada. E por fim, o pleno prazer da LUXÚRIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;São estes os sete pecados, os sete degraus que nos levam a imperfeição. Sete coisas que fazem da nossa vida um pouco mais divertida. Afinal de contas, qual é a graça de ser perfeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Acho que devemos fazer coisa proibida – senão sufocamos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem sentimento de culpa e sim como aviso de que somos livres.” Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, 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="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-6543822756021238915?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6543822756021238915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/09/pecados.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6543822756021238915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6543822756021238915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/09/pecados.html' title='Pecados'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TJ1HPFFI94I/AAAAAAAABE0/EEAp0O8dbbo/s72-c/pecado1px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-4846678401624031899</id><published>2010-09-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:30:26.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouça-me bem amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TIcQxsFbsaI/AAAAAAAABEk/jX5bTXwL_B0/s1600/29fqp79%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TIcQxsFbsaI/AAAAAAAABEk/jX5bTXwL_B0/s400/29fqp79%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514394714572042658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&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); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ainda é cedo amor&lt;br /&gt;Mal começaste a conhecer a vida&lt;br /&gt;Já anuncias a hora da partida&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber mesmo o rumo que irás tomar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Preste atenção querida&lt;br /&gt;Embora saiba que estás resolvida&lt;br /&gt;Em cada esquina cai um pouco a tua vida&lt;br /&gt;Em pouco tempo não serás mais o que és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ouça-me bem amor&lt;br /&gt;Preste atenção, o mundo é um moinho&lt;br /&gt;Vai triturar teus sonhos tão mesquinhos&lt;br /&gt;Vai reduzir as ilusões à pó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Preste atenção querida&lt;br /&gt;De cada amor tu herdarás só o cinismo&lt;br /&gt;Quando notares estás a beira do abismo&lt;br /&gt;Abismo que cavastes com teus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Música: O mundo é um moinho - Cartola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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); "&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;/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); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Triste e cruel, com altas doses de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3103094080172567367-4846678401624031899?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4846678401624031899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/09/ouca-me-bem-amor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4846678401624031899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4846678401624031899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/09/ouca-me-bem-amor.html' title='Ouça-me bem amor...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TIcQxsFbsaI/AAAAAAAABEk/jX5bTXwL_B0/s72-c/29fqp79%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-1159661060716423499</id><published>2010-08-27T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:42:04.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flor e o Espinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/THggZOYbT9I/AAAAAAAABEU/JwZaLNXugRk/s1600/wallpaper_11021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/THggZOYbT9I/AAAAAAAABEU/JwZaLNXugRk/s400/wallpaper_11021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510189761817169874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tire o seu sorriso do caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu quero passar com a minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje pra você eu sou espinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espinho não machuca a flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só errei quando juntei minh'alma a sua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O sol não pode viver perto da lua.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É no espelho que eu vejo a minha mágoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha dor e os meus olhos rasos d'água&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu na sua vida já fui uma flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje sou espinho em seu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Música: A flor e o espinho - Roberta Sá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes flor e espinho se confundem, e quem era flor pra alguém acaba por ser espinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juntos eles são beleza e sangue. Separados nunca estão completos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E estando tão perto, como estão distantes, eles seguem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez caiba ao destino te mostrar quem é a sua flor. E o seu espinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3103094080172567367-1159661060716423499?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1159661060716423499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/flor-e-o-espinho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1159661060716423499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1159661060716423499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/flor-e-o-espinho.html' title='A Flor e o Espinho'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/THggZOYbT9I/AAAAAAAABEU/JwZaLNXugRk/s72-c/wallpaper_11021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-6872111382543244029</id><published>2010-08-14T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T10:03:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TGbLndwaXEI/AAAAAAAABEM/LqgELkyee0g/s1600/nycy9l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TGbLndwaXEI/AAAAAAAABEM/LqgELkyee0g/s400/nycy9l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505311473370029122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her sky"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Música: The Blower`s Daughter - Damien Rice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103094080172567367-6872111382543244029?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6872111382543244029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-so-it-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6872111382543244029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6872111382543244029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-so-it-is.html' title='And so it is...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TGbLndwaXEI/AAAAAAAABEM/LqgELkyee0g/s72-c/nycy9l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-8792590166397945324</id><published>2010-08-05T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:56:14.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TFtc9R7nZ5I/AAAAAAAABEE/Nn4-8KS6z0c/s1600/tumblr_l13bc5EFtd1qb22n9o1_400%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502093577618417554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TFtc9R7nZ5I/AAAAAAAABEE/Nn4-8KS6z0c/s400/tumblr_l13bc5EFtd1qb22n9o1_400%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez ela tenha nascido para viver assim, um pouco a margem de tudo, em uma linha tênue entre o nada e o tudo. Há algo de não-humano em seu modo de viver a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela conhece as pessoas, já elas, não sabem da sua existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhando assim de relance, ela parece uma entre milhares de outras iguais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas talvez não seja bem assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que as outras sentem tudo aquilo que ela sente e com aquela intensidade dilacerante?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que as outras conseguem ver além do sentido vazio das palavras?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que as outras possuem dúvidas tão cruéis e certezas tão assustadoras?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela possui um universo particular, uma parte impenetrável de si mesma. E ela precisa tanto disso pra viver como precisa do ar, do amor e do sol. Ela tem muitos amigos e se sente abençoada, mas é solitária. E por conhecer tanto de si, acredita que essa é a forma menos dolorosa de se viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela não é triste, mas vê beleza na tristeza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se sente fraca às vezes e tem medo, mas se levanta com as manhãs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela é só uma garota que correu mais que o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar de tudo ela tem fé e acredita que, de alguma forma, isso tudo vale a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3103094080172567367-8792590166397945324?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8792590166397945324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/sobre-ela.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8792590166397945324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8792590166397945324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/sobre-ela.html' title='Sobre ela'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TFtc9R7nZ5I/AAAAAAAABEE/Nn4-8KS6z0c/s72-c/tumblr_l13bc5EFtd1qb22n9o1_400%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-7285738463478013181</id><published>2010-07-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:24:28.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TFD8jlr0nvI/AAAAAAAABD0/8IiM_CBhJi4/s1600/presente.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499172833360912114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TFD8jlr0nvI/AAAAAAAABD0/8IiM_CBhJi4/s400/presente.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se eu pudesse deixar algum presente a você, deixaria aceso o sentimento de amar a vida dos seres humanos. A consciência de aprender tudo o que foi ensinado pelo tempo afora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lembraria os erros que foram cometidos para que não mais se repetissem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A capacidade de escolher novos rumos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixaria para você, se pudesse, o respeito àquilo que é indispensável. Além do pão, o trabalho. Além do trabalho, a ação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     E quando tudo mais faltasse, um segredo: o de buscar no interior de si mesmo a resposta e a força para encontrar a saída."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499178937816591826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TFECG6jeLdI/AAAAAAAABD8/41y0mxW0s50/s400/tumblr_l3a8fwYn5t1qzip33o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É só o que eu quero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/3103094080172567367-7285738463478013181?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7285738463478013181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/presente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/7285738463478013181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/7285738463478013181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/presente.html' title='Presente'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TFD8jlr0nvI/AAAAAAAABD0/8IiM_CBhJi4/s72-c/presente.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-8535871171404214779</id><published>2010-07-19T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:03:49.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E a tua ausência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TESeXzP1IXI/AAAAAAAABDs/AJOjYy-EslE/s1600/tumblr_l353zy9ba81qb22n9o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495691577029632370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TESeXzP1IXI/AAAAAAAABDs/AJOjYy-EslE/s400/tumblr_l353zy9ba81qb22n9o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"O dia mente a cor da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o diamante a cor dos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os olhos mentem dia e noite a dor da gente"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver você do outro lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqui do outro eu consigo me orientar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cena repete a cena se inverte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enchendo a minh'alma d'aquilo que outrora eu deixei de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tua palavra, tua história&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tua verdade fazendo escola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E tua ausência fazendo silêncio em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Metade de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora é assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De um lado a poesia, o verbo, a saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do outro a luta, a força e a coragem pra chegar no fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o fim é belo incerto... depende de como você vê&lt;br /&gt;O novo, o credo, a fé que você deposita em você e só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me lembrar de você&lt;br /&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: O Anjo Mais Velho - O Teatro Mágico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;s. f. Recordação, ao mesmo tempo triste e suave, de pessoas ou coisas distante ou extintas, acompanhada pelo desejo de tornar a vê-las ou possuí-las; pesar pela ausência de pessoa[s] quierida[s]; nostalgia -s: cumprimentos; lembranças afetuosas a pessoas ausentes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A verdade é que saudade é muito mais que isso, mas o sofrimento só existe onde há amor. Obrigada por cada instante, pelos sorrisos, abraços e por cada doce lembrança.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jamais esqueçerei! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-8535871171404214779?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8535871171404214779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-tua-ausencia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8535871171404214779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8535871171404214779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-tua-ausencia.html' title='E a tua ausência...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TESeXzP1IXI/AAAAAAAABDs/AJOjYy-EslE/s72-c/tumblr_l353zy9ba81qb22n9o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-4158364253531323061</id><published>2010-07-08T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:06:52.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O poeta não morreu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TDZ_Uo2Nl0I/AAAAAAAABDk/OzmNvfRZ5us/s1600/cazuza%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491716788163811138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TDZ_Uo2Nl0I/AAAAAAAABDk/OzmNvfRZ5us/s400/cazuza%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Há 20 anos atrás se calava a voz de um dos maiores poetas do rock'n roll brasileiro!&lt;br /&gt;Agenor de Miranda Araújo Neto, o Cazuza, compositor, rebelde, polêmico, boêmio!&lt;br /&gt;Suas letras ácidas, críticas e irreverentes marcaram a sua trajetória na música. Cazuza não tinha medo de assumir quem era, seus defeitos e suas paixões eram escancarados em sua poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, 20 anos após sua partida, ele continua deixando a sua marca em todos os que escutam e se sentem de alguma forma tocados com a sua sensibilidade e a força da sua música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alguns versos para recordar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Disparo contra o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sou forte, sou por acaso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Minha metralhadora cheia de mágoas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu sou o cara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cansado de correr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Na direção contrária&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sem pódio de chegada ou beijo de namorada"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pra que mentir&lt;br /&gt;Fingir que perdoou&lt;br /&gt;Tentar ficar amigos sem rancor&lt;br /&gt;A emoção acabou&lt;br /&gt;Que coincidência é o amor&lt;br /&gt;A nossa música nunca mais tocou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu vou dar o meu desprezo&lt;br /&gt;Pra você que me ensinou&lt;br /&gt;Que a tristeza é uma maneira&lt;br /&gt;da gente se salvar depois."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vida louca vida, vida breve&lt;br /&gt;Já que eu não posso te levar, eu quero que você me leve&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca vida, vida imensa&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai nos perdoar, o nosso crime não compensa." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;"Todo dia a insônia me convence que o céu&lt;br /&gt;Faz tudo ficar infinito&lt;br /&gt;E que a solidão é pretensão de quem fica&lt;br /&gt;Escondido fazendo fita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O nosso amor a gente inventa&lt;br /&gt;Pra se distrair&lt;br /&gt;E quando acaba, a gente pensa&lt;br /&gt;Que ele nunca existiu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu queria ter uma bomba&lt;br /&gt;Um flit paralisante qualquer para poder me livrar&lt;br /&gt;Do prático efeito das tuas frases feitas&lt;br /&gt;Das tuas noites perfeitas, perfeitas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não sei o que o meu corpo abriga&lt;br /&gt;Nestas noites quentes de verão&lt;br /&gt;E nem me importa que mil raios partam&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer sentido vago de razão"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cazuza vive, e sempre viverá!&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver pessoas que sabem ver a beleza do seu legado, e compreender a verdadeira essência da sua intensidade, o poeta jamais vai morrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-4158364253531323061?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4158364253531323061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-poeta-nao-morreu.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4158364253531323061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4158364253531323061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-poeta-nao-morreu.html' title='O poeta não morreu'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TDZ_Uo2Nl0I/AAAAAAAABDk/OzmNvfRZ5us/s72-c/cazuza%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-2709419084467946091</id><published>2010-07-03T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:15:37.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de Colombina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TC9g2wZqqnI/AAAAAAAABDU/SOIWqEZg97E/s1600/lady+with+black+rose+-+stefan+nielsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TC9g2wZqqnI/AAAAAAAABDU/SOIWqEZg97E/s400/lady+with+black+rose+-+stefan+nielsen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489712964609682034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O Pierrot apaixonado chora pelo amor da Colombina&lt;br /&gt;E é sua sina chorar na ilusão em vão, em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E a Colombina só quer um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que não encontra num braço qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Essa menina não quer mais saber de mal-me-quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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;Só do Pierrot, Pierrot, Pierrot, Pierrot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Pierrot apaixonado chora pelo amor da Colombina&lt;br /&gt;E na esquina se mata a beber pra esquecer, pra esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Pierrot só queria amar&lt;br /&gt;E dar um basta a esta dor já sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Mas Colombina trocou seu amor por Arlequim&lt;br /&gt;E o Pierrot, chora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Música: Pierrot - Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103094080172567367-2709419084467946091?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2709419084467946091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/amor-de-colombina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2709419084467946091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2709419084467946091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/amor-de-colombina.html' title='Amor de Colombina'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TC9g2wZqqnI/AAAAAAAABDU/SOIWqEZg97E/s72-c/lady+with+black+rose+-+stefan+nielsen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-1755255722970601675</id><published>2010-06-27T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:45:58.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre solidão e cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TCfheijkjCI/AAAAAAAABDE/q9JPjGTq5hI/s1600/2ikuvyo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TCfheijkjCI/AAAAAAAABDE/q9JPjGTq5hI/s400/2ikuvyo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487602585762565154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Eu gosto de estar sozinha. Ir ao cinema sozinha, caminhar sozinha pelas ruas, tão perdida nos meus próprios pensamentos que nem noto as pessoas que estão do meu lado. Por instantes, entre ideias soltas, eu sinto que o mundo é só meu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas às vezes essa solidão me sufoca. Não a solidão de estar sozinha. Essa é tão parte de mim que não me incomoda, não é ruim. A maior solidão é estar longe das pessoas da sua vida, é estar em um lugar onde você não se encontra, quando o seu coração se separa do resto do seu corpo. É o momento em que você se lembra que não é imune, que nem todas as intenções são boas e que o mundo é cheio de imperfeições.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Há horas em tudo o que se quer é apenas escutar uma voz familiar, sentar ao lado de um amigo, reconhecer o cheiro de alguém e tudo o que se precisa é de alguém pra chamar de seu. A solidão nos faz sentir como fantasmas vagando através de estranhos, passando sem deixar vestígios nem lembranças. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Recomeçar às vezes é necessário, mas nem sempre desejado. É uma parte complicada, quando se tem que deixar de lado tudo aquilo que era certo e se aventurar por caminhos totalmente desconhecidos. O desconhecido assusta. E por mais que você acredite em seus propósitos, chegará a hora em que aquilo que pra você era tão importante, hoje não passa de banalidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Talvez seja tudo uma questão de tempo. No fim, é tudo uma questão de tempo mesmo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Depois que você começa a enxergar com mais clareza a grandeza da vida, muita coisa se torna banalidade. E o tempo, o senhor tempo assume o controle, enquanto nós, seguimos. E só.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Uma vez escutei de alguém uma frase solta numa conversa cotidiana que me marcou muito: “A vida é preto e branco, às vezes ela é colorida”. Fiquei pensando muito sobre isso e concluí: essa é a coisa mais certa que já ouvi. É um fato.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;A gente passa muito mais tempo vivendo as nossas obrigações, as nossas dúvidas, as nossas dores do que se divertindo, dançando, amando. Não acho que isso seja errado, talvez é até melhor. As lágrimas nos ensinam mais, são elas que nos fazem valorizar os sorrisos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Afinal de contas, se a gente não vivesse tantos momentos em preto e branco, como é que iríamos saber reconhecer os coloridos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Nicoli Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&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/3103094080172567367-1755255722970601675?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1755255722970601675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/sobre-solidao-e-cores.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1755255722970601675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1755255722970601675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/sobre-solidao-e-cores.html' title='Sobre solidão e cores'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TCfheijkjCI/AAAAAAAABDE/q9JPjGTq5hI/s72-c/2ikuvyo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-7494922517799997357</id><published>2010-06-11T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:45:21.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a phase, these dark cafe days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TBKtcsSEEFI/AAAAAAAABC8/A2v3wD4b5Rs/s1600/lonelyb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TBKtcsSEEFI/AAAAAAAABC8/A2v3wD4b5Rs/s400/lonelyb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481634404898181202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You laugh, he said you think you're immune, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look at your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're fool of moon &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those pretty lies, pretty lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When are you gonna realize they're only pretty lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Only pretty lies, pretty lies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Música: The last Time I saw Richard-Joni Mitchell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-7494922517799997357?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7494922517799997357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/only-phase-these-dark-cafe-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/7494922517799997357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/7494922517799997357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/only-phase-these-dark-cafe-days.html' title='Only a phase, these dark cafe days...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TBKtcsSEEFI/AAAAAAAABC8/A2v3wD4b5Rs/s72-c/lonelyb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-1639549440670075647</id><published>2010-06-03T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:12:52.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toca Raul!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TAhoF03592I/AAAAAAAABCs/JXHVZCAXw4Y/s1600/20080926124824_4704_large_raul-seixas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478743395997972322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TAhoF03592I/AAAAAAAABCs/JXHVZCAXw4Y/s400/20080926124824_4704_large_raul-seixas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou egoísta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você acha que tem pouca sorte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se lhe preocupa a doença ou a morte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você sente receio do inferno &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do fogo eterno, de Deus, do mal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou estrela no abismo do espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu quero é o que eu penso e o que eu faço &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde eu tô não há bicho-papão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou sempre avante no nada infinito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flamejando meu rock, o meu grito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha espada é a guitarra na mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se o que você quer em sua vida é só paz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas doçuras, seu nome em cartaz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fica arretado se o açúcar demora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E você chora, cê reza, cê pede... implora... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto eu provo sempre o vinagre e o vinho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero é ter tentação no caminho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois o homem é o exercício que faz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei. que o mais puro gosto do mel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É apenas defeito do fel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que a guerra é produto da paz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu como a prato pleno &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem pode ser o seu veneno &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas como vai você saber... sem tentar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você acha o que eu digo fascista &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mista, simplista ou anti-socialista &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu admito, você tá na pista &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou ista, eu sou ego &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou ista, eu sou ego &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou egoísta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu Sou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou Egoísta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu Sou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou Egoísta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu Sou, Eu sou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por quem os sinos dobram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca se vence uma guerra lutando sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cê sabe que a gente precisa entrar em contato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com toda essa força contida e que vive guardada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O eco de suas palavras não repercutem em nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É sempre mais fácil achar que a culpa é do outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evita o aperto de mão de um possível aliado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Convence as paredes do quarto, e dorme tranqüilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabendo no fundo do peito que não era nada daquilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coragem, coragem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se o que você quer é aquilo que pensa e faz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coragem, coragem, eu sei que você pode mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raul Seixas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O gênio incomprendido, o maluco-beleza, o bruxo, o Raulzito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um sonhador grande demais pra os seus próprios sonhos, um poeta a frente do seu tempo. Passe o tempo que for Raul foi e sempre será referência no rock e na música brasileira. Suas mensagens tão abstratas e ao mesmo tempo tão claras, sua sociedade alternativa, sua maluquez misturada com sua lucidez são marcas inconfundíveis da sua música e poesia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem escutou Raul, aliás quem sentiu Raul, com certeza não tem mais "aquela velha opinião formada sobre tudo". E quem não escutou...bem, ainda tá em tempo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tentei mas não consegui escolher qual das duas músicas eu gosto mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478750415816233906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TAhuebvAE7I/AAAAAAAABC0/xse_pT5QXXc/s400/news_longliverock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toca &lt;em&gt;Rauuuul&lt;/em&gt;! Toca sempre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-1639549440670075647?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1639549440670075647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/toca-raul.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1639549440670075647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1639549440670075647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/toca-raul.html' title='Toca Raul!'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/TAhoF03592I/AAAAAAAABCs/JXHVZCAXw4Y/s72-c/20080926124824_4704_large_raul-seixas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-1518926247496463080</id><published>2010-05-24T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:57:16.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...borboleta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S_rnsM_8vdI/AAAAAAAABCk/XSHSXhkSLj8/s1600/mulher-borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S_rnsM_8vdI/AAAAAAAABCk/XSHSXhkSLj8/s400/mulher-borboleta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474943043611966930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E ela não passava de uma mulher... inconstante e  borboleta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-1518926247496463080?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1518926247496463080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/05/borboleta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1518926247496463080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1518926247496463080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/05/borboleta.html' title='...borboleta...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S_rnsM_8vdI/AAAAAAAABCk/XSHSXhkSLj8/s72-c/mulher-borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-4815346001162342885</id><published>2010-05-16T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:37:45.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.o.s.s.a</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S_C5oDdWGeI/AAAAAAAABCc/ny08vMVEwRk/s1600/2dwia9l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472077645029448162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S_C5oDdWGeI/AAAAAAAABCc/ny08vMVEwRk/s400/2dwia9l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight you're mine completely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You give your love so sweetly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight the light of love is in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this a lasting treasure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or just a moment's pleasure? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I believe the magic of your sighs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight with words unspoken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you say that I'm the only one, the only one, yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But will my heart be broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the night meets the morning star? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to know that your love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is love I can be sure of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tell me now, cause I won't ask again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tem o que dizer...é coisa de momento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É nostalgia, é saudade de qualquer coisa que não se teve e perdeu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Postei em inglês porque prefiro ela assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tradução: &lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/amy-winehouse/will-you-still-love-me-tomorrow-cover-traducao.html"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/amy-winehouse/will-you-still-love-me-tomorrow-cover-traducao.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3103094080172567367-4815346001162342885?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4815346001162342885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/05/fossa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4815346001162342885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4815346001162342885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/05/fossa.html' title='F.o.s.s.a'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S_C5oDdWGeI/AAAAAAAABCc/ny08vMVEwRk/s72-c/2dwia9l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-8494873326682495228</id><published>2010-05-07T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:44:02.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Um Ano!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S-TZRKsX6GI/AAAAAAAABCE/j3wOQCvhWVs/s1600/10igok8%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468734736486099042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S-TZRKsX6GI/AAAAAAAABCE/j3wOQCvhWVs/s400/10igok8%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha o tempo aí de novo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há um ano atrás eu estava criando esse blog com o objetivo, segundo eu mesma escrevi na época, "de me distrair, me expressar, me mostar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esse pequeno pedacinho de mundo virual visitado por ilustres desconhecidos e grandes amigos tem sido um grande companheiro desde então. Pensar no que escrever, nos post,nas imagens é quase uma terapia pra mim, e realmente não penso muito se alguém vai ler ou não. Faço isso por que gosto e só. Assim como muitas coisas na minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanta coisa se passou nesse tempo hein! Tanta história contada em versos, tímidos ou escancarados. Textos maravilhosos, músicas incríveis, frases intensas. E fora daqui, mudanças profundas. E a vida seguindo, incostante, alucinante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho que agradecer pricipalmente ao meu amigo-irmão GUH, principal incentivador e leitor do blog. Obrigada amor, não sei o que seria sem você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E aqui, um ano depois, continuo acreditando e cada vez mais fortemente, no mesmo verso que postei logo na primeira postagem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A coisa mais importante que você aprenderá é simplesmente amar e ser amado"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468739376161750130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S-TdfO1P_HI/AAAAAAAABCM/bA74NUA6kuc/s400/1z3o67q%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fadas e Versos&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-8494873326682495228?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8494873326682495228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-ano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8494873326682495228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8494873326682495228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-ano.html' title='...Um Ano!...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S-TZRKsX6GI/AAAAAAAABCE/j3wOQCvhWVs/s72-c/10igok8%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-2939871685566347833</id><published>2010-04-27T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:42:48.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S9e72orb1wI/AAAAAAAABBk/94ArZx7hxec/s1600/tumblr_l0u7rdZk301qb22n9o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043220144314114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S9e72orb1wI/AAAAAAAABBk/94ArZx7hxec/s320/tumblr_l0u7rdZk301qb22n9o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não estou mais agüentando! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ansiedade, não mais aquela por bombons, poderá me estourar as veias. É o pior momento esse, meio hesitado, meio cansado, quando eu espero que campainhas toquem, anunciando mudanças. E elas tocam. Mas é somente um rapaz que me diz sobre a minha encomenda ou é engano ou uma ligação familiar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada de mudanças. As mudanças, minha cara, só nas cores do cabelo, nas roupas e nos dias da regra mensal. Não! Não queiram que eu acredite que tudo que vivo será eterno, igualmente bom, para o resto dos meus dias. Não posso viver com o igual! Não posso sobreviver ao certo! Não quero morrer com certezas! Então vai a merda e esqueça agora que eu existo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Receio da confusão, o estresse; do medo, a apatia; das impulsivas atitudes, mágoas. Escuto música as alturas. Quero somente amortecer os erros. E mudar de idéia. Quem sabe o porque do quê? O quê que você ta falando, mulher? Nada. Nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só a vida enchendo o saco com surpresas. Queria ser do século 17, arfar o peito e ajoelhar num confessionário de madeira de lei. E eu não entendo porra nenhuma de madeira. Entendo de culpas. Mas é negra a solidão de escreve. Na casa dos meus avós tinha móveis negros. Não tenho mais ninguém para encher gavetas e tomar Coca-Cola pequena no gargalo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;F.Young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Texto lindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explica com palavras simples, sentimentos complexos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aguardem mudanças no blog! Um ano chegando!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijoos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://luhhcy.tumblr.com/photo/1280/514112844/1/tumblr_l0qh71jlOt1qb22n9"&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/3103094080172567367-2939871685566347833?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2939871685566347833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-solidao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2939871685566347833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2939871685566347833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-solidao.html' title='Sobre a solidão'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S9e72orb1wI/AAAAAAAABBk/94ArZx7hxec/s72-c/tumblr_l0u7rdZk301qb22n9o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-2561925958798740948</id><published>2010-04-19T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:59:48.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...o mundo anda tão complicado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S8yz9OLfSkI/AAAAAAAABA0/gKslx7lT4YE/s1600/bem-estar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S8yz9OLfSkI/AAAAAAAABA0/gKslx7lT4YE/s320/bem-estar1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461938312453245506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vem cá, meu bem, que é bom lhe ver&lt;br /&gt;O mundo anda tão complicado&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje eu quero fazer tudo por você&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir uma canção de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que fale da minha situação&lt;br /&gt;De quem deixou a segurança de seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por amor&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-2561925958798740948?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2561925958798740948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-mundo-anda-tao-complicado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2561925958798740948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2561925958798740948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-mundo-anda-tao-complicado.html' title='...o mundo anda tão complicado...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S8yz9OLfSkI/AAAAAAAABA0/gKslx7lT4YE/s72-c/bem-estar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-3207341378786760046</id><published>2010-04-05T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:55:13.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TEMPESTADE E O SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S7qgrRejaKI/AAAAAAAABAs/h0iqu9FmGao/s1600/DESPEDIDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850563799148706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S7qgrRejaKI/AAAAAAAABAs/h0iqu9FmGao/s320/DESPEDIDA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é frágil e viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um lindo momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando se sabe amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notar a poesia perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No tempo rebuscar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num eterno acreditar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que o sonho acabou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que o que somos se foi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que a tempestade dará seu lugar a um dia de sol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho certeza que vou te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o dia e a hora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sei o lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que você está bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso não me impede de chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os nossos momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As nossas idéias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presente em todas as canções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que nós sentimos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os nossos desejos seguirão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em nossos corações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você foi tão cedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é um mistério&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ela não diz porque...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tua semente hoje está&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presente e vai florescer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho certeza que vou te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o dia e a hora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sei o lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que você está bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso não me impede de chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Catedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu sei e você sabe, já que a vida quis assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nada nesse mundo levará você de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei e você sabe que &lt;em&gt;a distância não existe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E todo grande amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só é bem grande se for triste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-3207341378786760046?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3207341378786760046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/04/tempestade-e-o-sol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3207341378786760046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3207341378786760046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/04/tempestade-e-o-sol.html' title='A TEMPESTADE E O SOL'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S7qgrRejaKI/AAAAAAAABAs/h0iqu9FmGao/s72-c/DESPEDIDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-5732497060965007573</id><published>2010-03-06T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:08:49.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S5MJnZYB0dI/AAAAAAAABAg/mJBlH9qv3gk/s1600-h/3211490352_3e5123eff4%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445706946852278738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S5MJnZYB0dI/AAAAAAAABAg/mJBlH9qv3gk/s320/3211490352_3e5123eff4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm feeling &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; and so &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-5732497060965007573?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5732497060965007573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/03/without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/5732497060965007573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/5732497060965007573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/03/without-you.html' title='Without you...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S5MJnZYB0dI/AAAAAAAABAg/mJBlH9qv3gk/s72-c/3211490352_3e5123eff4%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-1768986019371670665</id><published>2010-02-19T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:23:07.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especial: Neruda V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S39U2UnOG5I/AAAAAAAABAY/h5xoFKQDRnk/s1600-h/loneliness%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440160167109729170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S39U2UnOG5I/AAAAAAAABAY/h5xoFKQDRnk/s320/loneliness%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peço Silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora me deixem tranquilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora se acostumem sem mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu vou cerrar meus olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somente quero cinco coisas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cinco raízes preferidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma é o amor sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A segunda é ver o outono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não posso ser sem que as folhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;voem e voltem à terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A terceira é o grave inverno, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a chuva que amei, a carícia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do fogo no frio silvestre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em quarto lugar o verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;redondo como uma melancia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A quinta coisa são os teus olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matilde minha, bem-amada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não quero dormir sem teus olhos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não quero ser sem que me olhes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu mudo a primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para que me sigas olhando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amigos, isso é quanto quero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É quase nada e quase tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora se querem, podem ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivi tanto que um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terão de por força me esquecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apagando-me do quadro-negro:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu coração foi inteminável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porém porque peço silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não creiam que vou morrer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passa comigo o contrário:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sucede que vou viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sucede que sou e que sigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não será, pois lá bem dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de mim crescerão cereais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;primeiro os grãos que rompem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a terra para ver a luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porém a mãe terra é escura:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e dentro de mim sou escuro:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou como um poço em cujas águas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a noite deixa suas estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e segue sozinha pelo campo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sucede que tanto vivi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que quero viver outro tanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunca me senti tão sonoro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nunca tive tantos beijos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora, como sempre, é cedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voa a luz com suas abelhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me deixem só com o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peço licença para nascer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De &lt;em&gt;Estravagario&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quem ler o poema vai entender porque escolhi para terminar os posts especiais Neruda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ele tem um tom de despedida e recomeço ideal para a ocasião. É profundo e renovador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A obra de Neruda é tão extensa e sensível que poderia dedicar muitos outros posts a ele. Mas decidi terminar por aqui para abrir espaço para outros versos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não deixem de admirar os poemas maravilhosos e universais de Neruda. Suas palavras merecem a eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"y desde entonces soy porque tú eres,&lt;br /&gt;y desde entonces eres, soy e somos&lt;br /&gt;y por amor seré, serás, seremos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3103094080172567367-1768986019371670665?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1768986019371670665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/02/especial-neruda-v.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1768986019371670665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/1768986019371670665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/02/especial-neruda-v.html' title='Especial: Neruda V'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S39U2UnOG5I/AAAAAAAABAY/h5xoFKQDRnk/s72-c/loneliness%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-248911334031958382</id><published>2010-02-05T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:49:13.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especial: Neruda IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2zYG9GZTjI/AAAAAAAABAA/NufS27WpgRI/s1600-h/children-couple%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434956464321547826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2zYG9GZTjI/AAAAAAAABAA/NufS27WpgRI/s400/children-couple%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2zU4dFDh0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/lQ9c2Lhw1PM/s1600-h/couple%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amo o amor que se reparte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em beijos, leito e pão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor que pode ser eterno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas pode ser fugaz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor que se quer liberar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para seguir amando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor divinizado que vem vindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor divinizado que se vai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/strong&gt; - De &lt;em&gt;Crepusculario&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem singelo mas muito lindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou colocando só as poesias de amor porque, particularmente, eu acho que Neruda sabia escrevê-las com perfeição e são as que eu gosto mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espero que vocês gostem também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas vou colocar sobre outros temas nos próximos posts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3103094080172567367-248911334031958382?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/248911334031958382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/02/especial-neruda-iv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/248911334031958382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/248911334031958382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/02/especial-neruda-iv.html' title='Especial: Neruda IV'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2zYG9GZTjI/AAAAAAAABAA/NufS27WpgRI/s72-c/children-couple%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-8948593293828273551</id><published>2010-02-04T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:16:54.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especial: Neruda III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2s4jSnf2bI/AAAAAAAAA_w/adRUHe6BA9Y/s1600-h/platonico%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434499554296715698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2s4jSnf2bI/AAAAAAAAA_w/adRUHe6BA9Y/s400/platonico%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não te amo como se fosses rosa de sal, topázio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou flecha de cravos que propagam o fogo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te amo como se amam certas coisas escuras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;secretamente, entre a sombra e a alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo como a planta que não floresce e leva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dentro de si, escondida, a luz daquelas flores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e graças a teu amor vive escuro em meu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o estreitado aroma que subiu da terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo sem saber como, nem quando, nem de onde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te amo diretamente, sem problemas nem orgulho:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assim te amo porque não sei amar de outra maneira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a não ser deste modo em não sou nem és,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tão perto que tua mão sobre meu peito é minha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tão perto que se fecham teus olhos com meu sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pablo Neruda -&lt;/strong&gt; De &lt;em&gt;Cien sonetos de amor&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considero este poema um dos sonetos de amor mais lindos que existe. Não há palavras para descrever tanta sensiblilidade e beleza. Perfeito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-8948593293828273551?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8948593293828273551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/02/especial-neruda-iii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8948593293828273551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8948593293828273551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/02/especial-neruda-iii.html' title='Especial: Neruda III'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2s4jSnf2bI/AAAAAAAAA_w/adRUHe6BA9Y/s72-c/platonico%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-6212853272835176117</id><published>2010-02-02T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:29:58.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especial: Neruda II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2jrESGoNrI/AAAAAAAAA_o/-M_NGgoZllg/s1600-h/beach-love-couple-silhouette%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433851409234146994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2jrESGoNrI/AAAAAAAAA_o/-M_NGgoZllg/s400/beach-love-couple-silhouette%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prefiro que não, amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que nada nos amarre&lt;br /&gt;que nada nos una.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem a palavra que aromou tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;nem o que não disseram as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem a festa de amor que não tivemos,&lt;br /&gt;nem teus soluços perto da janela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo o amor dos marinheiros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que beijam e se vão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixam uma promessa.&lt;br /&gt;Não voltam nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada porto uma mulher espera:&lt;br /&gt;os marinheiros beijam e se vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite se deitam com a morte&lt;br /&gt;no leito do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Espero que gostem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3103094080172567367-6212853272835176117?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6212853272835176117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/02/especial-neruda-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6212853272835176117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6212853272835176117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/02/especial-neruda-ii.html' title='Especial: Neruda II'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2jrESGoNrI/AAAAAAAAA_o/-M_NGgoZllg/s72-c/beach-love-couple-silhouette%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-2323283842505853471</id><published>2010-02-02T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:09:25.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especial: Neruda I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2jkQIetDWI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/zzDg0VZ2sMA/s1600-h/namo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433843916227808610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2jkQIetDWI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/zzDg0VZ2sMA/s400/namo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para meu coração basta teu peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para que sejam livres as minhas asas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De minha boca chegará até o céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que dormido estava em tua alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu trazes a ilusão de cada dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chega como o orvalho na corolas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com tua ausência escavas o horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eternamente em fuga, irmã das ondas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já disse que teu canto era o do vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como cantam os mastros e os pinheiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;És como eles, alta e taciturna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E estristeces de pronto, como uma viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acolhedora como antiga senda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abrigas ecos e vozes nostalgicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desperto e alguma vez emigram, fogem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pássaros dormidos em tua alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Resolvi fazer um especial no blog de poesias de Pablo Neruda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu simplesmente amo as poesias dele e o modo como ele as escreve. Não canso de ler e reler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Durante essa semana vou postar aqui as minhas preferidas. Espero que gostem e que sintam a mesma emoção que eu sinto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433847495761570162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2jngfSDqXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/5LAhsQEEEBQ/s320/pablo_neruda%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), poeta, chileno e universal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Nick Fabrini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-2323283842505853471?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2323283842505853471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/02/especial-neruda-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2323283842505853471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2323283842505853471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/02/especial-neruda-i.html' title='Especial: Neruda I'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S2jkQIetDWI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/zzDg0VZ2sMA/s72-c/namo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-8580817301349130421</id><published>2010-01-15T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:25:19.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços de Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S1C_XDSeYuI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Tn68wwBp8lM/s1600-h/borboletas066%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427047953722139362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S1C_XDSeYuI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Tn68wwBp8lM/s400/borboletas066%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sou feita de&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos interrompidos&lt;br /&gt;Detalhes despercebidos&lt;br /&gt;Amores mal resolvidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou feita de&lt;br /&gt;Choros sem ter razão&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas no coração&lt;br /&gt;Atos por impulsão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de&lt;br /&gt;Lugares que não conheci&lt;br /&gt;Experiências que não vivi&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que já esqueci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Amor e carinho constante&lt;br /&gt;Distraída até o bastante&lt;br /&gt;Não paro por instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já&lt;br /&gt;Tive noites mal dormidas&lt;br /&gt;Perdi pessoas muito queridas&lt;br /&gt;Cumpri coisas não-prometidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes eu&lt;br /&gt;Desisti sem mesmo tentar&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em fugir,para não enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;Sorri para não chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto pelas&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que não mudei&lt;br /&gt;Amizades que não cultivei&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que eu julguei&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu falei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudade&lt;br /&gt;De pessoas que fui conhecendo&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças que fui esquecendo&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que acabei perdendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas continuo vivendo e aprendendo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No momento, aguardando respostas que sempre busquei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-8580817301349130421?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8580817301349130421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/01/pedacos-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8580817301349130421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8580817301349130421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2010/01/pedacos-de-mim.html' title='Pedaços de Mim'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/S1C_XDSeYuI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Tn68wwBp8lM/s72-c/borboletas066%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-4845713431156275795</id><published>2009-12-31T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:05:19.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Vida Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sz0fOeThVtI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4e9w6gZBhG8/s1600-h/new-year1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421523859937515218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sz0fOeThVtI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4e9w6gZBhG8/s400/new-year1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Façam desse novo ano um recomeço, guardando sempre o que foi bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Que, neste ano, todos tenham 2010 motivos pra sorrir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E celebrar a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421524321356553138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sz0fpVOZG7I/AAAAAAAAA-g/oHAyO9UkZxc/s400/fogo_artificio%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&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/3103094080172567367-4845713431156275795?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4845713431156275795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-vida-nova.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4845713431156275795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4845713431156275795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-vida-nova.html' title='Feliz Vida Nova'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sz0fOeThVtI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4e9w6gZBhG8/s72-c/new-year1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-3758227686049511084</id><published>2009-12-29T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:38:52.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanço 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Szp1lbY6COI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/dP4zz20Xfk8/s1600-h/balanco%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420774387361646818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Szp1lbY6COI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/dP4zz20Xfk8/s400/balanco%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano de 2009 começou com muitas expectativas, sonhos, esperanças...&lt;br /&gt;Era o último ano da escola, a maioridade, o vestibular, tanta coisa pra se decidir, tanto futuro virando presente.&lt;br /&gt;Passou tão rápido, mais deixou tantas marcas. Coisas pra nunca esquecer. E valeu a pena. Tristezas e alegrias, amores e desamores, suor e lágrimas e sorrisos, muitos sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um início de aulas estressante; um Carnaval inesquecível; festinhas legais, outras nem tanto; alguns novos e preciosos amigos, os bons e velhos e tão amados que ficaram e ficarão; uma surpresa estranha que agora é lembrança triste e feliz, e confusa como sempre foi; um clima de recomeço, tensão agora no final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste balanço do ano que passou quero aproveitar para agradecer à vida por tantos presentes: o amigo-bebê Alê que ela me trouxe, que eu amo taaaanto e quero tão bem, pra sempre e sempre perto. O amigo-irmão, ou irmão-amigo Guh que dispensa qualquer definição, é parte do meu coração que não vive no meu corpo, é meu guia, meu tudo. O Vih, pela amizade tão verdadeira e carinhosa. A Fá, Nay e Ju pela torcida e apoio, e momentos maravilhosos. As minhas meninas Ellen, Karen e Ju, jóias preciosas, amigas de todas as horas, companheiras fiéis. Àqueles que fizeram das minhas manhãs menos tediosas e mais felizes, Nanda, Mari, Maycon, Karla, Fran, Lulu e a todo Terceiro F. A panelinha do Guh, um pouco minha também. A galera do Pré POP mais animada de todos os tempos, saudades. A minha família NEAC, aos irmãos que encontrei, tesouros da minha vida, emoções jamais vividas. A minha família, meu porto seguro, minha base de amor, respeito e união. Em especial, Mãe, Tia Dora, Tio G e Vó sem os quais nada seria possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que 2010 traga a todos um novo motivo pra recomeçar sempre, errar e levantar, seguir em frente, perdoar, amar muito e cada vez mais, abraçar, festejar, defender o que é certo e justo, não desistir diante das dificuldades, ser encantador, ter amigos e ao final de tudo, encontrar forças para buscar a felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMO VOCÊS DE CORAÇÃO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nicoli Valério Fabrini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-3758227686049511084?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3758227686049511084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/balanco-2009.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3758227686049511084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3758227686049511084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/balanco-2009.html' title='Balanço 2009'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Szp1lbY6COI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/dP4zz20Xfk8/s72-c/balanco%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-4744709076753041124</id><published>2009-12-24T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:19:58.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É Natal!</title><content type='html'>MARY CRISTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418934929524089410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SzPsm489YkI/AAAAAAAAA-I/_KWw9gfkkxQ/s400/santa_claus%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já nasceu o Deus Menino &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as vaquinhas vão mugindo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blim, blom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blim, blom Blim, blom, my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary, Mary, Mary, Cristo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cristo, Cristo, Mary, Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta noite olham por nós &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anjos cantam de lá do céu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carneirinho me dá lã (mé)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passarinhos de manhã (né)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantam (assobio) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo tão bom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papai Noel momo do céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tribalistas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Natal repleto de sorrisos e abraços!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-4744709076753041124?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4744709076753041124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-natal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4744709076753041124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4744709076753041124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-natal.html' title='É Natal!'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SzPsm489YkI/AAAAAAAAA-I/_KWw9gfkkxQ/s72-c/santa_claus%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-350272687107792048</id><published>2009-12-16T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:54:42.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SylWi0FgOFI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Pcoh_CbVYG0/s1600-h/2947468073_3a1cd08606%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415955182986999890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SylWi0FgOFI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Pcoh_CbVYG0/s400/2947468073_3a1cd08606%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meio desligada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nem sinto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus pés no chão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não vejo nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu só penso..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-350272687107792048?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/350272687107792048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/350272687107792048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/350272687107792048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SylWi0FgOFI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Pcoh_CbVYG0/s72-c/2947468073_3a1cd08606%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-3959958428098222355</id><published>2009-12-11T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:29:37.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um herói</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SyLgTnsqGFI/AAAAAAAAA94/dyCn31DZgmU/s1600-h/superboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414136329731184722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SyLgTnsqGFI/AAAAAAAAA94/dyCn31DZgmU/s400/superboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu conheci um herói. Um grande guerreiro, como poucos nesse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando pra ele não se podia perceber sua força,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem conhecia sua luta sabia da sua grandiosidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua trajetória foi tão breve quanto intensa.&lt;br /&gt;Seu exemplo vivido, sua maior herança.&lt;br /&gt;Sua garra, lembrança plena para os amigos que você deixou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulo&lt;/em&gt;, que sua despedida seja um recomeço de um novo caminho de luz!&lt;br /&gt;Saudades e admiração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Os heróis são aqueles que tornam magnífica uma vida que já não podem suportar. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-3959958428098222355?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3959958428098222355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-heroi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3959958428098222355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3959958428098222355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-heroi.html' title='Um herói'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SyLgTnsqGFI/AAAAAAAAA94/dyCn31DZgmU/s72-c/superboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-6708783142802543591</id><published>2009-11-24T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:44:38.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...When You Are Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SwyHIrGpz8I/AAAAAAAAA9w/t56WoLXj9XA/s1600/2372169300_4efbe8cfbd%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407845835644456898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SwyHIrGpz8I/AAAAAAAAA9w/t56WoLXj9XA/s400/2372169300_4efbe8cfbd%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre precisei ficar um pouco sozinha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca pensei que eu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisaria de você quando chorasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E os dias parecem anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu estou sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a cama aonde você dorme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está arrumada do seu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você vai embora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu conto os passos que você dá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você percebe o quanto eu preciso de você agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você vai embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os pedaços do meu coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentem a sua falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você vai embora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O rosto que eu conheci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também me faz falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você vai embora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As palavras que eu preciso ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para conseguir passar o dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fazer tudo ficar bem...Eu sinto sua falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca me senti assim antes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que faço &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me lembra você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as roupas que você deixou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estão jogadas no chão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E elas tem o seu cheiro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu adoro as coisas que você faz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você vai embora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu conto os passos que você dá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você percebe o quanto eu preciso de você agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você vai embora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os pedaços do meu coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentem a sua falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O rosto que eu conheci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também me faz falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As palavras que eu preciso ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para conseguir passar o dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fazer tudo ficar bem...Eu sinto sua falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós fomos feitos um para o outro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para ficarmos juntos para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que fomos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que eu faço me entrego de corpo e alma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até perco a respiração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu preciso saber que você está aqui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você vai embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os pedaços do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentem a sua falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você vai embora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O rosto que eu conheci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também me faz falta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você vai embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As palavras que eu preciso ouvir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para conseguir passar o dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fazer tudo ficar bem...Eu sinto a sua falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letra linda! Música perfeitinha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-6708783142802543591?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6708783142802543591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-are-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6708783142802543591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/6708783142802543591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-are-gone.html' title='...When You Are Gone...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SwyHIrGpz8I/AAAAAAAAA9w/t56WoLXj9XA/s72-c/2372169300_4efbe8cfbd%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-3561105005919675828</id><published>2009-10-13T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:41:37.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/StVQi6F9LHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/gxu4rZDNE9E/s1600-h/casal-a-chuva%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392304689486048370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/StVQi6F9LHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/gxu4rZDNE9E/s400/casal-a-chuva%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu te peço perdão por te amar de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embora o meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seja uma velha canção nos teus ouvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Das horas que passei à sombra dos teus gestos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bebendo em tua boca o perfume dos sorrisos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Das noites que vivi acalentando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela graça indizível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos teus passos eternamente fugindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trago a doçurados que aceitam melancolicamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E posso te dizerque o grande afeto que te deixo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não traz o exaspero das lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nem a fascinação das promessas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem as misteriosas palavrasdos véus da alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É um sossego, uma unção,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um transbordamento de carícias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E só te pede que te repouses quieta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muito quieta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E deixes que as mãos cálidas da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encontrem sem fatalidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o olhar estático da aurora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vinícius de Morais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Vinicius_de_Moraes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não consigo entender como tem gente que não gosta de poesia. Acho que a maioria dessas pessosas não gosta porque não consegue sentir, não foi treinada pra isso. Falta a reflexão, o sentimento genuíno ausente em uma época em que já se tem tudo pronto e mastigado, entregue de bandeja, em que se tem preguiça de pensar, tudo é automático demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem se contenta com isso, paciência. Eu gosto mesmo é de sentir todo o sabor até o fim, sendo ele bom ou não! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poesia é mais que entedimento, é beleza. Esteja ela na dor ou no amor, na felicidade ou na desesperança, na emoção ou na razão. É o sentimento exposto em palavras, trasmitido de pessoa pra pessoa, despertando diferentes sensações em cada um que lê ou escuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É isso que faz com que poesia não tenha fim, e que os poetas que as criam sejam verdadeiros imortais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-3561105005919675828?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3561105005919675828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/poesia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3561105005919675828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3561105005919675828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/poesia.html' title='A Poesia'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/StVQi6F9LHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/gxu4rZDNE9E/s72-c/casal-a-chuva%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-8892209791698457096</id><published>2009-09-30T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:50:22.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Encontro Marcado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SsOntRRWeSI/AAAAAAAAA9g/46M--3fTbOE/s1600-h/escrevendo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387333975437375778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SsOntRRWeSI/AAAAAAAAA9g/46M--3fTbOE/s400/escrevendo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ano passado a professora de português (chata!) passou como trabalho apresentar sobre um livro da literatura brasileira e entre as opções estava o livro O Encontro Marcado de Fernado Sabino. Como eu já tinha aqui em casa resolvi ler ele mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma história bem simples, nada extraordinária, mas com uma visão existencialista muito forte e muitos questinamentos sobre a vida, nosso papel aqui nesse mundo e tal. Para o trabalho tirei algumas das frases ou trechos principais que resolvi postar aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segue:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Sou um menino que não aprendeu a viver e se defende.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Só foge da solidão quem tem medo dos próprios pensamentos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Não és bom nem mau, és triste e humano.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A felicidade é a certeza de que a nossa vida não está passando inutilmente.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Seu erro fundamental é lembrar em vez de recordar. Há uma diferença entre lembrar e recordar, recordar é reviver, lembrar é apenas saber. O que é recordado fica, o que é lembrado é também esquecido.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Você não julga seu destino e ninguém é dono de coisa nenhuma nesse mundo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Tenha medo é dos escorregões. Não escorregue, caia de uma vez. Os medíocres apenas escorregam, os bons quebram a cabeça.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“O amor tem razões que a própria razão desconhece.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Só é sincero aquilo que não se diz. Só o silêncio é sincero.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Ninguém conhece ninguém. Nem a si mesmo, a cada passo nos surpreendemos, nos desmentimos, negamos o que um minuto antes nos parecia a última das verdades.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"De tudo, ficaram três coisas: a certeza de que se estava sempre começando, a certeza de que era preciso continuar e a certeza de que seria interrompido antes de terminar. Fazer da interrupção um caminho novo. fazer da queda um passo de dança, do medo uma escada, do sono uma ponte, da procura um encontro."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387332342574725554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SsOmOOYjubI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/iYMWJ9A9vRo/s400/34166_750%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaah! e o trabalho ficou MUITO bom! Um dos meus melhores até hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-8892209791698457096?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8892209791698457096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-encontro-marcado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8892209791698457096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8892209791698457096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-encontro-marcado.html' title='O Encontro Marcado'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SsOntRRWeSI/AAAAAAAAA9g/46M--3fTbOE/s72-c/escrevendo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-8681211447529680099</id><published>2009-09-20T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T05:29:41.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...alGUH assim...tudo pra mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SrYfe_JF0fI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/mzvyQNu3NP8/s1600-h/5214bhfs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383525021774107122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SrYfe_JF0fI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/mzvyQNu3NP8/s400/5214bhfs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amizade é realmente uma coisa inexplicável né?&lt;br /&gt;Por que, dentre tantas pessoas que passam pela nossa vida só ficam algumas?&lt;br /&gt;Tantas amizades começaram mais bonitas, mais fortes, mais certas. Por que essa nossa ficou assim?&lt;br /&gt;Destino, afinidade, ligação de almas? Será?&lt;br /&gt; Acaso eu sei que não foi. Não pode ter sido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinte e nove de agosto de 2005!&lt;/em&gt; Qual de nós podia imaginar que nesse dia, em lugar tão inesperado ia começar uma amizade tão...tão...ah não sei dizer!&lt;br /&gt;É tão mais forte que eu, mais pura, mais bela! É tão eterna, tão presente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei uma palavra! &lt;em&gt;PRESENTE&lt;/em&gt;! Isso é o que você é na minha vida, o mais maravilhoso presente que a vida me deu! Minha outra parte, alma-gêmea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, depois de tantas histórias já vividas: patê na cara(o começo de tudo), peças inesquecíveis, micos, risadas, desabafos,festas, proteção, MSN, presença...taaaantos momentos. Eu quero te dizer que pra você eu quero o melhor que a vida ainda vai te dar! Todos os amigos, amores, felicidade, sucesso, brilho pra você compartilhar comigo que sempre vou estar aqui por você. Porque por você, eu não levo só patê na cara não, eu dou a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amigo, meu IRMÃO!&lt;br /&gt;Não só enquanto eu respirar, vou &lt;strong&gt;estar&lt;/strong&gt; com você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Te amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E eu sei que não vai ter fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  Não sou tão boa quanto você pra escrever, mas só tentei colocar em palavras aquilo que não se pode explicar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-8681211447529680099?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8681211447529680099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/alguh-assimtudo-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8681211447529680099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8681211447529680099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/alguh-assimtudo-pra-mim.html' title='...alGUH assim...tudo pra mim...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SrYfe_JF0fI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/mzvyQNu3NP8/s72-c/5214bhfs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-4908002972742049396</id><published>2009-09-15T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:42:35.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passagem de ônibus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SrBO4Nzfm5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/7oiy7FppiS4/s1600-h/liberdade-estrada%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381888282393025426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SrBO4Nzfm5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/7oiy7FppiS4/s400/liberdade-estrada%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se me perguntassem hoje, agora, neste exato momento: qual é o seu maior desejo?&lt;br /&gt;O que eu responderia? Nada de fama e fortuna, prêmios de loteria, casamento com um príncipe em uma praia paradisíaca, carro conversível....tá, pode ser que daqui a cinco minutos sejam exatamente esses os meus desejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que eu quero agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UMA PASSAGEM DE ÔNIBUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, isso mesmo. Uma passagem de ônibus. Do primeiro que sair da rodoviária, indo pra sei-lá-onde. De preferência que esteja indo pra uma dessas cidades pequenas, tediosamente bonitinhas, onde todo dia parece domingo.&lt;br /&gt;Fico feliz só de imaginar a viagem, olhando a estrada, os carros passando, deixando as pressões de lado, esquecendo do mundo...Nem que fosse só por um dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me entenda mal, não é uma fuga! É uma pausa, um tempo pra por tudo em ordem e não pirar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabeça fresca, sem prazos, datas, horários, futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Levando só uma mochila, 10 reais no bolso, bolacha de chocolate e um livro legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muita gente pode dizer que esse tipo de aventura não combina comigo, que eu não faço esse tipo. Pois é, nem todo mundo me conhece. Aliás, pouquíssimas pessoas me conhecem e a culpa disso é minha também. Pode acreditar que esconder é bem mais fácil, se expor é difícil, exige muita coragem e pouca responsabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um desejo ardente de liberdade, de paz de espírito, de felicidade e, principalmente, de surpresas vive dentro de mim...e cresce a cada dia mais! Às vezes pode me faltar coragem, ânimo, tempo, tantas coisas! Ninguém consegue ser sempre forte e decidido todo o tempo. Eu achei que conseguia, mas acho que à medida que a gente cresce, as dúvidas crescem também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não que sejam maiores que o desejo! Ah, isso não!&lt;br /&gt;E quando chegar a hora (sei que não vai demorar) eu vou. Com o pé na estrada, ganhar o mundo, conhecer pessoas, buscar um rumo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não esquecendo &lt;strong&gt;nunca&lt;/strong&gt; daqueles que são parte de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;p.s. já se passaram mais de cinco minutos e continuo preferindo a passagem...=O&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/3103094080172567367-4908002972742049396?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4908002972742049396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/passagem-de-onibus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4908002972742049396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4908002972742049396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/passagem-de-onibus.html' title='Passagem de ônibus'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SrBO4Nzfm5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/7oiy7FppiS4/s72-c/liberdade-estrada%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-8585068129523676945</id><published>2009-09-12T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:41:35.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdi-me muitas vezes pelo mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SqwrKdKfLKI/AAAAAAAAA84/8W_zCFb9uxE/s1600-h/20090131%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380723113428200610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SqwrKdKfLKI/AAAAAAAAA84/8W_zCFb9uxE/s400/20090131%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdi-me muitas vezes pelo mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o ouvido cheio de flores recém-cortadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com a língua, cheia de amor e de agonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas vezes me perdi pelo mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como me perco no coração de alguns meninos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque as rosas buscam em frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma dura paisagem de osso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as mãos do homem não tem mais sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que imitar as raízes sobre a terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como me perco no coração de alguns meninos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me muitas vezes pelo mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignorante da água&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou buscando uma morte de luz que me consuma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frederico García Lorca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vi esse poema no filme &lt;em&gt;Cazuza- O Tempo Não Para&lt;/em&gt;, gostei dele de cara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei porquê! Gosto dele, é &lt;strong&gt;triste&lt;/strong&gt;, é &lt;strong&gt;poético&lt;/strong&gt;, é &lt;strong&gt;bonito&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-8585068129523676945?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8585068129523676945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/perdi-me-muitas-vezes-pelo-mar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8585068129523676945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8585068129523676945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/perdi-me-muitas-vezes-pelo-mar.html' title='Perdi-me muitas vezes pelo mar'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SqwrKdKfLKI/AAAAAAAAA84/8W_zCFb9uxE/s72-c/20090131%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-7527079913676042680</id><published>2009-09-02T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:26:25.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**Capitu**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sp6i0qCRKCI/AAAAAAAAA8w/0IRSMHIIP3A/s1600-h/Capitu%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376914030647650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sp6i0qCRKCI/AAAAAAAAA8w/0IRSMHIIP3A/s400/Capitu%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A microssérie CAPITU produzida pela Globo em dezembro de 2008. foi, para mim, um dos melhores programas já feitos para Tv no Brasil. Diferente, belo e inovador!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma esperança para quem não aguenta mais ver tantos programas clichês e sem-graça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota 1000 pra direção, atores, figurinistas! Conseguiram realmente produzir uma obra-prima que mereçe ser lembrada e assistida muitas vezes. Atenção especial também para a trilha sonora perfeita que mistura rock, música clássica, folk, etc… tudo para deixar um tom mais contemporâneo ao clássico de Machado de Assis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destaque para a música Elephant Gun da banda americana Beirut, simplesmente linda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elephant Gun&lt;/strong&gt; - Trilha Sonora de “Capitu” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was young, I’d flee this town&lt;br /&gt;I’d bury my dreams &lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw0345243(event, this, 'undefined'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #0000ff; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick0345243(undefined);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe('HOTWordsTitle'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.coisasdemenina.com/trilha-sonora-da-minisserie-capitu.html#"&gt;underground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from home, elephant gun&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take them down one by one&lt;br /&gt;We’ll lay it down, it’s not been found, it’s not around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - take the big king down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - take the big king down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it rips through the silence of our camp at night&lt;br /&gt;And it rips through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it rips through the silence of our camp at night&lt;br /&gt;And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that i hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tradução&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse jovem, eu fugiria desta cidade&lt;br /&gt;Enterraria meus &lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw2345243(event, this, 'undefined'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #0000ff; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick2345243(undefined);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe('HOTWordsTitle'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.coisasdemenina.com/trilha-sonora-da-minisserie-capitu.html#"&gt;sonhos&lt;/a&gt; no subsolo&lt;br /&gt;Como eu, nós bebemos para morrer, nós bebemos essa noite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Longe de casa, elephant gun*&lt;br /&gt;Vamos derrubá-los um a um&lt;br /&gt;Nós os deitaremos, eles não foram encontrados, não estão por aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que comecem as estações - elas rolam como devem&lt;br /&gt;Que comecem as estações - derrube o grande rei (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E rasgam o silêncio do nosso acampamento à noite&lt;br /&gt;E rasgam a noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E rasgam o silêncio do nosso acampamento à noite&lt;br /&gt;E rasgam o silêncio, tudo que é deixado é o que eu escondo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&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/3103094080172567367-7527079913676042680?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7527079913676042680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/capitu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/7527079913676042680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/7527079913676042680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/capitu.html' title='**Capitu**'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sp6i0qCRKCI/AAAAAAAAA8w/0IRSMHIIP3A/s72-c/Capitu%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-3069243492697541467</id><published>2009-08-23T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:48:53.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confissões de uma Legionária</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SpH-RkdgQLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eecN4iA4xpM/s1600-h/legiao-urbana%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373355408228368562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SpH-RkdgQLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eecN4iA4xpM/s400/legiao-urbana%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podem falar o que quiserem! Legião Urbana é, foi e sempre será A BANDA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo menos pra mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nenhuma outra banda brasileira conseguiu cantar tão bem a dor, o amor, a beleza, a rebeldia... todas as letras, das mais simples às mais complexas retratavam os sentimentos de toda uma geração! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renato Russo? O CARA&lt;br /&gt;Só ele conseguia transformar melodia, poesia e rock´n roll em uma coisa só!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intensidade, voz perfeita, inteligência, sensibilidade...&lt;br /&gt;Amado ou odiado, nunca esquecido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu ídolo maior! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É dificil escolher uma música entre tantas tão boas, mas definitivamente essa é minha preferida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letra fodaaaa demais! Só não sei o porquê do nome, se alguém souber me fala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andrea Doria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes parecia&lt;br /&gt;Que, de tanto acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo que achávamos tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Teríamos o mundo inteiro e até um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Faríamos floresta do deserto&lt;br /&gt;E diamantes de pedaços de vidro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas percebo agora&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Vem diferente&lt;br /&gt;Quase parecendo te ferir&lt;br /&gt;Não queria te ver assim&lt;br /&gt;Quero a tua força como era antes.&lt;br /&gt;O que tens é só teu&lt;br /&gt;E de nada vale fugir&lt;br /&gt;E não sentir mais nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes parecia&lt;br /&gt;Que era só improvisar&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo então seria um livro aberto&lt;br /&gt;Até chegar o dia em que tentamos ter demais&lt;br /&gt;Vendendo fácil o que não tinha preço&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, é tudo sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter alguém com quem conversar&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que depois&lt;br /&gt;Não use o que eu disse&lt;br /&gt;Contra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada mais vai me ferir&lt;br /&gt;É que já me acostumei&lt;br /&gt;Com a estrada errada que eu segui&lt;br /&gt;E com a minha própria lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tenho o que ficou&lt;br /&gt;E tenho sorte até demais&lt;br /&gt;Como eu sei que tens também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373354113965983698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SpH9GO9Th9I/AAAAAAAAA8I/D0sg4Gnms_4/s400/legiao_urbana2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;URBANA LEGIO OMNIA VINCIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Legião Urbana vence a tudo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. pensando em mudar o visual do blog, alguma ideia é bem vinda nos coments! =]&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/3103094080172567367-3069243492697541467?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3069243492697541467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/confissoes-de-uma-legionaria.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3069243492697541467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3069243492697541467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/confissoes-de-uma-legionaria.html' title='Confissões de uma Legionária'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SpH-RkdgQLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eecN4iA4xpM/s72-c/legiao-urbana%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-2010680115386000458</id><published>2009-08-16T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:58:12.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E depois da tempestade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SohWEpW7kQI/AAAAAAAAA8A/VQTC_yEUiRU/s1600-h/aloneboat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370637193460814082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SohWEpW7kQI/AAAAAAAAA8A/VQTC_yEUiRU/s400/aloneboat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que dá uma vontade tão grande de fugir, sumir, se esconder, sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;Os problemas parecem tão grandes, a solução tão distante.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começa a dar errado, e você lá, sozinha, sem nenhuma esperança de que algo bom vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;E o pior de tudo é que esses dias demoram a passar, aquele sensação estranha, de fraqueza, impotência, te ocupa cada minuto do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela ideia absurda de ilha deserta não te parece assim tão má. Sossego, silêncio, milhões de pensamentos soltos... Mas isso tudo é fuga, fugir não é a melhor opção...&lt;br /&gt;O melhor é ficar aqui e esperar, esperar, esperar...por mais difícil e angustiante que possa ser.&lt;br /&gt;Se a prática for igual à teoria, depois da tempestade sempre vem a calmaria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"É necessário ter o caos aqui dentro para gerar uma estrela."&lt;/strong&gt; [Friedrich Nietzsche]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-2010680115386000458?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2010680115386000458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-depois-da-tempestade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2010680115386000458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2010680115386000458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-depois-da-tempestade.html' title='E depois da tempestade...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SohWEpW7kQI/AAAAAAAAA8A/VQTC_yEUiRU/s72-c/aloneboat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-5155016739743449963</id><published>2009-08-12T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:20:39.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..:Cherish:..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SoN1ytnk8SI/AAAAAAAAA74/KN3f0VUAVII/s1600-h/core.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369264694855266594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SoN1ytnk8SI/AAAAAAAAA74/KN3f0VUAVII/s400/core.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão cansada de corações partidos e de estar perdendo neste jogo&lt;br /&gt;Antes de começar esta dança&lt;br /&gt;Arrisco uma chance de lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que o que eu quero é &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais do que um simples romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é o meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar escapar&lt;br /&gt;Baby, não consegue ver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cupido, por favor, mire sua flecha em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimo o pensamento de sempre&lt;br /&gt;Ter você aqui ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Estimo a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que você continua trazendo para a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Estimo sua força&lt;br /&gt;Você tem o poder para me fazer sentir bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo perecer o pensamento de algum dia ir embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca faria&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca estava satisfeita com encontros casuais&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo esconder a necessidade de dois corações&lt;br /&gt;Que sangram com um amor ardente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a maneira que tem que ser&lt;br /&gt;Romeo e Julieta&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se sentiram assim, eu aposto&lt;br /&gt;Então não subestime o meu ponto de vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimo o pensamento de sempre&lt;br /&gt;Ter você aqui ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Estimo a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que você continua trazendo para a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou sempre cantando isso.&lt;br /&gt;Admiro sua força&lt;br /&gt;Você tem o poder para me fazer sentir bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo perecer o pensamento de algum dia ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca o faria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem? Você! Não pode fugir&lt;br /&gt;Eu não deixarei você&lt;br /&gt;Quem? Você! Eu nunca poderia esquecer você&lt;br /&gt;"Estima" é a palavra que uso para me lembrar do seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê-me isso, garoto, ohh ohh sua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Você está dando isso para mim&lt;br /&gt;Garoto&lt;br /&gt;Continue me dando toda&lt;br /&gt;Toda sua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Dê-me fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te estimarei&lt;br /&gt;Romeo e Julieta&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se sentiram assim, eu aposto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então não subestime o meu ponto de vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-5155016739743449963?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5155016739743449963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/cherish.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/5155016739743449963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/5155016739743449963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/cherish.html' title='..:Cherish:..'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SoN1ytnk8SI/AAAAAAAAA74/KN3f0VUAVII/s72-c/core.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-951673763495354207</id><published>2009-08-04T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:21:31.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bendito seja o ofício do meu coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SnkHEEp_ExI/AAAAAAAAA7o/uX7BrXH1f80/s1600-h/mascara_teatro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366328197539369746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SnkHEEp_ExI/AAAAAAAAA7o/uX7BrXH1f80/s400/mascara_teatro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Nem a loucura do amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da maconha, do pó, do tabaco e do álcool, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vale a loucura do ator &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando abre-se em flor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sob as luzes do palco &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bastidores, camarins, coxias e cortinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São outras tantas pupilas, pálpebras e retinas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem uma doce oração,nem sermão,nem comício. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;à direita ou à esquerda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fala mais ao coração do que a voz de um colega &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que sussurra “merda”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noite de estréia,tensão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;medo, deslumbramento,feitiço e magia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo é uma grande explosão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas parece que não, qdo é o segundo dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já se disse,não foi uma vez,nem três,nem quatro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não há gente como a gente, gente de teatro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gente que sabe fazer a beleza vencer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para além de toda a perda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gente que pode inverter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o sentido da palavra merda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merda para você, desejo merda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merda para você também &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diga merda e tudo bem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merda toda noite, sempre, amém! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Caetano Veloso)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adorei essa expressão: gente de teatro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É isso mesmo que eu sou, e com muito orgulho!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orgulho de ser quem sou e quem mais puder, orgulho de fazer rir, chorar, emocionar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orgulho de fazer parte da arte mais pura, sem ganância ou poder, do modo mais simples, da magia de ver abrindo cortinas, luzes baixas, foco, procênio e coxia...ou as vezes simplesmente uma plateia! De crianças, jovens, idosos, seja quem for! Só peço que eles estejam sempre lá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que você tem que fazer é dar tudo de si, encantá-los, cativá-los e assim tu te tornarás esternamete responsável por teu ofício, tua paixão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bendito seja o ofício do meu coração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bendita seja a missão do meu trabalho."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como já me disse um grande mestre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedico essa pequena e simples declaração de amor a todos os meus companheiros de teatro, todos os meus grandes irmãos da minha família Neac!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a todos que um dia virão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Créditos do texto: Juuu, mto obrigada!!! adorei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-951673763495354207?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/951673763495354207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/bendito-seja-o-oficio-do-meu-coracao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/951673763495354207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/951673763495354207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/bendito-seja-o-oficio-do-meu-coracao.html' title='Bendito seja o ofício do meu coração'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SnkHEEp_ExI/AAAAAAAAA7o/uX7BrXH1f80/s72-c/mascara_teatro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-910472398014568291</id><published>2009-07-07T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:19:58.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Dores do Amor Romântico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SlPW24BPz7I/AAAAAAAAA7g/zxkFlXuEq5c/s1600-h/solidao.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355860620112547762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SlPW24BPz7I/AAAAAAAAA7g/zxkFlXuEq5c/s400/solidao.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada grampo que enfio em meus cabelos, penso em você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas as ruas dessa cidade, caminham num pensamento:você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa idiotice de estar sofrendo assim, essa saudade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você. Você. Você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu aqui, sozinha, acompanhada, rindo, chorando, com vertigens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que estou caindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O estômago embrulha como na montanha-russa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não é mais meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você nunca foi meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você nunca quis ser meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estaríamos juntos se você quisesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas você disse: não posso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso ficar longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso deixar nós dois para trás e ser somente um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você quer ser um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou até o espelho, ajeito os meus cabelos de crina de cavalo, entupo a cabeça de grampos resistentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca mais cortarei um fio sequer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles irão crescer, o tempo que me distancia de você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os terei presos durante o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soltos à noite. Uma Rapunzel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada centímetro será mais um mês que passou desde o dia último em que nos vimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você disse: preciso estar uno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora estou sozinha, você amputou-se de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca mais cortarei esses cabelosque você dizia amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez numa madrugada insone, ou até dormindo,quem sabe em sonho?, você suba até o meu quarto,minha cabeça, e cansado do ímpar, implore:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixe-me grudar de novo meu corpo no seu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se isso acontecer, príncipe encantado, eu retrucarei:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Redime, ó Deus, Israel de todas as angústias",minha memória, permita-me o esquecimento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então poderei cortar a minha trança, esse calendário vivo, grosso,negro brilhante em fios de um quase nylon, pois a minha vida estará de novo começando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernanda Young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ela de novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não consigo não gostar dos textos dela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra mim eles são tão simples mas ao mesmo tempo, poéticos e inteligentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoooro! Fernanda Rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-910472398014568291?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/910472398014568291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-dores-do-amor-romantico.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/910472398014568291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/910472398014568291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-dores-do-amor-romantico.html' title='As Dores do Amor Romântico'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SlPW24BPz7I/AAAAAAAAA7g/zxkFlXuEq5c/s72-c/solidao.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-348912596628150079</id><published>2009-07-07T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:53:29.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relacionamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SlPP0Zqd5EI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/PA9AgQtTR4U/s1600-h/casal-maos-dadas1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355852881022805058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SlPP0Zqd5EI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/PA9AgQtTR4U/s400/casal-maos-dadas1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance tem começo, meio e fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como tudo na vida. Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 'Ah, terminei o namoro... '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 'Nossa, quanto tempo?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 'Cinco anos... Mas não deu certo... Acabou'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- É não deu...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro que deu! Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o bom da vida, é que você pode ter vários amores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredito em pessoas que se somam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes você não consegue nem dar cem por cento de você para você mesmo,como cobrar cem por cento do outro?E não temos esta coisa completa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes ele é fiel, mas não é bom de cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes ela é malhada, mas não é sensível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo nós não temos.Perceba qual o aspecto que é mais importante e invista nele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro.Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe mais básico queé uma delícia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E às vezes você tem aquele sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona...Acho que o beijo é importante... E se o beijo bate... Se joga... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se nãobate... Mais um Martini, por favor... E vá dar uma volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O outro tem o direito de não te querer. Não lute, não ligue, não dê pití.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se a pessoa ta com dúvida, problema dela, cabe a você esperar ou não. Existe gente que precisa da ausência para querer a presença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ser humano não é absoluto. Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se apessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela volta. Nada de drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob chantagem, gravidez, dinheiro,recessão de família?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O legal é alguém que está com você por você.E vice versa.Não fique com alguém por dó também. Ou por medo da solidão. Nascemos sós. Morremos sós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado. E quando você acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seupensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem gente que pula de um romance para o outro. Que medo é este de se ver só, na sua própria companhia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostar dói. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você muitas vezes vai ter raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração.Faz parte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você namora um outro ser, um outro mundo e um outro universo.E nem sempre as coisas saem como você quer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver.Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal, você não é terapeuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta. É mais previsível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para namorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem todo beijo é para romancear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem todo sexo bom é para descartar. Ou se apaixonar. Ou se culpar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim... Quem disse que ser adulto é fácil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Texto grande! Mas é bem legal, quem quiser encarar...acho que vale a pena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma lição e tanto pra quem anda meio perdido na dor e delícia de adultecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-348912596628150079?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/348912596628150079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/relacionamentos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/348912596628150079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/348912596628150079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/relacionamentos.html' title='Relacionamentos'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SlPP0Zqd5EI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/PA9AgQtTR4U/s72-c/casal-maos-dadas1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-451953978267395211</id><published>2009-07-06T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:26:10.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SlJaBnNOgFI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jbBjkameNhY/s1600-h/cidade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355441890647769170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SlJaBnNOgFI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jbBjkameNhY/s400/cidade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu desistiria da eternidade para tocá-la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois eu sei que você me sente de alguma maneira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é o mais perto do céu que eu vou chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não quero ir para casa agora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tudo que eu sinto é este momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tudo que eu respiro é a sua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque mais cedo ou mais tarde isso irá acabar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só não quero sentir a sua falta essa noite &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;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto tudo é feito para ser destruído&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem eu sou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E você não pode lutar contra as lágrimas que não estão vindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou o momento da verdade em suas mentiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando tudo parece como nos filmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, você sangra só para saber que está vivo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto tudo é feito para ser destruído&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem eu sou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/em&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;Postei essa música porque é uma das minhas preferidas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho a letra dela uma inspiração de verdade, faz até a gente acreditar em histórias de amor, daquelas intensas, fortes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dica: quem não assistiu, assista o filme Cidade do Anjos, conheci essa música através desse filme! Lindo! Vale muito a pena! “Machuca muito, mas não dói tanto”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-451953978267395211?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/451953978267395211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/iris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/451953978267395211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/451953978267395211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/iris.html' title='IRIS'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SlJaBnNOgFI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jbBjkameNhY/s72-c/cidade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-8594514617430392391</id><published>2009-06-06T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:40:54.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Votos de Submissão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Young'/><title type='text'>Votos de Submissão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SitBTJA_WlI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/7Uaoatqjwzk/s1600-h/th_L1_889.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sis_ABOu9II/AAAAAAAAA0Q/JibKq-ql32U/s1600-h/amigos32.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344434652368008322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sis_ABOu9II/AAAAAAAAA0Q/JibKq-ql32U/s400/amigos32.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso você queira posso passar seu terno, aquele que você não usa por estar amarrotado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costuro as suas meias para o longo inverno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use capa de chuva, não quero ter você molhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se de noite fizer aquele tão esperado frio poderei cobrir-lhe com o meu corpo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E verás como minha a minha pele de algodão macio, agora quente, será fresca quando janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meses de outono eu varro a sua varanda, para deitarmos debaixo de todos os planetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu cheiro te acolherá com toques de lavanda - Em mim há outras mulheres e algumas ninfetas - Depois plantarei para ti margaridas da primavera e aí no meu corpo somente você e leves vestidos, para serem tirados pelo total desejo de quimera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus desejos irei ver nos teus olhos refletidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando for a hora de me calar e ir embora sei que, sofrendo, deixarei você longe de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me envergonharia de pedir ao seu amor esmola, mas não quero que o meu verão resseque o seu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Nem vou deixar - mesmo querendo - nenhuma fotografia.Só o frio, os planetas, as ninfetas e toda a minha poesia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernanda Young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inteligente, criativa, poética, comtemporânea... características que descrevem muito bem essa escritora! Se você ainda não conheço os textos de Fernanda Young...o que está esperando? &lt;strong&gt;Google it!&lt;/strong&gt; Vale a pena!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah e depois comente aqui!&lt;/p&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-8594514617430392391?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8594514617430392391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/06/votos-de-submissao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8594514617430392391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8594514617430392391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/06/votos-de-submissao.html' title='Votos de Submissão'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sis_ABOu9II/AAAAAAAAA0Q/JibKq-ql32U/s72-c/amigos32.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-4393322819912463433</id><published>2009-06-02T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:12:16.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>João e Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SiW788nq5TI/AAAAAAAAA0I/6pOLMLGQCm8/s1600-h/amigos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342883188684023090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SiW788nq5TI/AAAAAAAAA0I/6pOLMLGQCm8/s400/amigos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora eu era o herói&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o meu cavalo só falava inglês&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A noiva do cowboy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Era você além das outras três&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu enfrentava os batalhões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os alemães e seus canhões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guardava o meu bodoque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ensaiava o rock para as matinês&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu era o rei&lt;br /&gt;Era o bedel e era também juiz&lt;br /&gt;E pela minha lei&lt;br /&gt;A gente era obrigado a ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E você era a princesa que eu fiz coroar&lt;br /&gt;E era tão linda de se admirar&lt;br /&gt;Que andava nua pelo meu país&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não fuja não&lt;br /&gt;Finja que agora eu era o seu brinquedo&lt;br /&gt;Eu era o seu pião&lt;br /&gt;O seu bicho preferido&lt;br /&gt;Vem, me dê a mão&lt;br /&gt;A gente agora já não tinha medo&lt;br /&gt;No tempo da maldade acho que a gente nem tinha nascido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora era fatal&lt;br /&gt;Que o faz-de-conta terminasse assim&lt;br /&gt;Pra lá deste quintal&lt;br /&gt;Era uma noite que não tem mais fim&lt;br /&gt;Pois você sumiu no mundo sem me avisar&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu era um louco a perguntar&lt;br /&gt;O que é que a vida vai fazer de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Definitivamente AMO esse poema/música. Desde que eu li num livrinho de poemas infantis há muito tempo atrás eu sou apaixonada por ele que mostra de um jeito tão puro a inocência e imaginação da nossa infãncia, os nossos heróis, nossos reinos, nossas grandes batalhas de jardim. Bate um certa nostalgia das bonecas, dos amigos, das tias da escola, dos desenhos animados...Tempinho bom, viu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que esse poema é um forma de nos dizer para nunca esquecermos desses dias mágicos, sempre lembrarmos que um dia fomos puros, sonhadores, crianças...Sábias pessoinhas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E como diz o Grande Renato Russo ( meu ídolo): "Mas não sou mais tão criança a ponto de saber tudo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aproveitando a deixa, vou dedicar o post ao meu pequeno grande amor: Antônio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3103094080172567367-4393322819912463433?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4393322819912463433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/06/joao-e-maria.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4393322819912463433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4393322819912463433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/06/joao-e-maria.html' title='João e Maria'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SiW788nq5TI/AAAAAAAAA0I/6pOLMLGQCm8/s72-c/amigos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-4223835875529726490</id><published>2009-05-22T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:10:08.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu acho que te amava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/ShcvkkR2nqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/99o9nhStQpE/s1600-h/separa%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/ShcvkkR2nqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/99o9nhStQpE/s1600-h/separa%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338788188531367586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/ShcvkkR2nqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/99o9nhStQpE/s400/separa%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O amanhã é tudo que existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem nessecidade de olhar atrás da porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você não vai estar parado lá, não mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu tive minha chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De dançar outra dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu nem mesmo percebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que isso era tudo amor e não mentiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que te amava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;menos, menos do que eu deveria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora tudo que se tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E olho à volta e tudo que vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O passado onde eu deixei nosso destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O amanhã é um mistério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu não posso viver sem um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desaparecendo da realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu quero saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você voltaria para mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora que eu finalmente percebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você é minha casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você é minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Eu preciso de você&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que te amava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, menos, menos do que deveria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora tudo que existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu olho em volta e tudo que vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O passado onde abandonei nosso destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh, eu, eu acho que te amava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, menos, oh menos, menos, menos do que eu poderia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outra corrida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para consertar nossos corações partidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para te dizer o quanto eu posso te amar agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu, eu acho, eu acho que te amava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu acho que te amava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Música perfeita! Tema de Viriato e Duda da novela Senhora do Destino!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem e ouçam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-4223835875529726490?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4223835875529726490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-acho-que-te-amava.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4223835875529726490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/4223835875529726490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-acho-que-te-amava.html' title='Eu acho que te amava'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/ShcvkkR2nqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/99o9nhStQpE/s72-c/separa%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-2158009748339774248</id><published>2009-05-16T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:20:39.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anjos'/><title type='text'>Acredito em Anjos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sg9yyjkpwcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/waWnlP5kkPE/s1600-h/anjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336610296325325250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sg9yyjkpwcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/waWnlP5kkPE/s400/anjo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sg9yyjkpwcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/waWnlP5kkPE/s1600-h/anjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hoje eu acordei mais cedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E fiquei te olhando dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imaginei algum suposto medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para que tão logo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pudesse te cobrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho cuidado de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo esse tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você está sob o meu abraço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E minha proteção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho visto você errar e crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amar e voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você sabe onde pousar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao acordar já terei partido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ficarei de longe, escondido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas sempre perto decerto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como se eu fosse humano, vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivendo pra te cuidar, te proteger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem você me ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem saber quem sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se sou anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou se sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seu amor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Realmente acho que anjos existem, mas não os vejo como criaturas divinas, com cabelos loiros e encaracolados, tocando harpa em alguma nuvem branca. Anjos são pessoas, pessoas comuns e extraordinárias. São amigos, parentes ou até mesmo desconhecidos, que nos protegem, nos guiam, estão sempre zelando por nós.&lt;br /&gt;   Podemos encontrar anjos em toda parte, há tantos deles por aí, fazendo de sua missão ajudar pessoas, tornar alguém mais feliz, transformar vidas. Anjos são aquelas pessoas especiais que fazem de sua vida um extensão de tantas outras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Agradeço a todos os &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ANJOS&lt;/span&gt; quem me trouxeram até aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-2158009748339774248?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2158009748339774248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/05/acredito-em-anjos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2158009748339774248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/2158009748339774248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/05/acredito-em-anjos.html' title='Acredito em Anjos!'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/Sg9yyjkpwcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/waWnlP5kkPE/s72-c/anjo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-3205050362459135006</id><published>2009-05-12T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:07:28.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo a Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SgnVVQ-DAtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Pa1IuOigrIU/s1600-h/AnneGeddes05%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335029794906243794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SgnVVQ-DAtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Pa1IuOigrIU/s400/AnneGeddes05%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que se aprende errando.&lt;br /&gt;Que crescer não significa fazer aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;Que o silêncio é a melhor resposta, quando se ouve uma bobagem.&lt;br /&gt;Que trabalhar significa não só ganhar dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Que amigos a gente conquista mostrando o que somos.&lt;br /&gt;Que os verdadeiros amigos sempre ficam com você até o fim.&lt;br /&gt; Que a maldade se esconde atrás de uma bela face.&lt;br /&gt;Que não se espera a felicidade chegar, mas se procura por ela.&lt;br /&gt;Que quando penso saber de tudo ainda não aprendi nada.&lt;br /&gt;Que a Natureza é a coisa mais bela na Vida.&lt;br /&gt;Que amar significa se dar por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt; Que um só dia pode ser mais importante que muitos anos.&lt;br /&gt;Que se pode conversar com estrelas.&lt;br /&gt; Que se pode confessar com a Lua.&lt;br /&gt; Que se pode viajar além do infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Que ouvir uma palavra de carinho faz bem à saúde.&lt;br /&gt;Que dar um carinho também faz...&lt;br /&gt;Que sonhar é preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Que se deve ser criança a vida toda.&lt;br /&gt;Que nosso ser é livre.&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus não proíbe nada em nome do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Que o julgamento alheio não é importante.&lt;br /&gt;Que o que realmente importa é a Paz Interior.&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente, aprendi que não se precisa morrer, para se aprender a viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autor: Diderot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Há tanto risco em acreditar demais, como acreditar de menos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portando, na dúvida, acredite sempre em você mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Nas suas convicções, no seu pontencial...é isso que deve nos impulsionar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-3205050362459135006?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3205050362459135006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/05/aprendendo-viver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3205050362459135006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/3205050362459135006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/05/aprendendo-viver.html' title='Aprendendo a Viver'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SgnVVQ-DAtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Pa1IuOigrIU/s72-c/AnneGeddes05%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-9222233102566972870</id><published>2009-05-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:53:30.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a minha estrela-guia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SgZJYZSRMGI/AAAAAAAAAzg/pj_igJ4ty7k/s1600-h/mae2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334031492120129634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SgZJYZSRMGI/AAAAAAAAAzg/pj_igJ4ty7k/s400/mae2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Por todas as vezes que você me apoiou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por todas as verdades que você me fez ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por toda alegria que você trouxe para minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por todos os erros que você fez certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por todos os sonhos que você fez tornarem-se reais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por todo amor que encontrei em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu serei eternamente grata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você foi quem me ajudou a levantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca me deixou cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você foi quem me viu através de tudo isto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você foi a minha força quando estava fraca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você foi minha voz quando não podia falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você foi meus olhos quando não podia ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você viu o melhor que estava em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me levantou quando não podia alcançar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me deu fé porque você acreditou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou tudo que sou porque você me amou&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecho &lt;em&gt;Because You Loved Me - Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post dedicado a minha amiga, professora, parceira, confidente, e acima de tudo, no sentido mais completo da palavra, MÃE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho palavras p/ descrever o amor e gratidão que sinto por ela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mãe, Obrigada por ser minha luz e me guiar! Te amoooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103094080172567367-9222233102566972870?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/9222233102566972870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-minha-estrela-guia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/9222233102566972870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/9222233102566972870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-minha-estrela-guia.html' title='Para a minha estrela-guia!'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SgZJYZSRMGI/AAAAAAAAAzg/pj_igJ4ty7k/s72-c/mae2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103094080172567367.post-8939210568756648096</id><published>2009-05-08T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:11:40.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O mais importante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SgS7a5cqy_I/AAAAAAAAAys/-Qm6MZoAXBM/s1600-h/Moulin+Rouge+(9)%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333593929485569010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SgS7a5cqy_I/AAAAAAAAAys/-Qm6MZoAXBM/s400/Moulin+Rouge+(9)%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem Vindos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proposta do blog é postar aqui poesias, memórias, opiniões, declarações...Enfim é quase um retrato meu, uma maneira de me distrair, me expressar, me mostar. Espero que gostem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou começar esta primeira postagem com um trecho do filme Moulin Rouge: Amor em Vermelho. É um musical que conta a linda história de amor da cortesã Satine e do escritor Chistian... um filme que mereçe ser apreciado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia um menino&lt;br /&gt;Um menino encantado,estranho&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que ele vagava, distante&lt;br /&gt;Muito distante além da terra e do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco tímido&lt;br /&gt;De olhar triste&lt;br /&gt;Mas muito sábio ele era&lt;br /&gt;E então um dia, um mágico dia&lt;br /&gt;Ele cruzou meu caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto falávamos de muitas coisas,&lt;br /&gt;tolos e reis,&lt;br /&gt;uma coisa ele me disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A coisa mais importante que&lt;br /&gt;você aprenderá é simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;amar e ser amado"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca se esqueçam disso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nick* Fabrini&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/3103094080172567367-8939210568756648096?l=fadaseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8939210568756648096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-mais-importante.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8939210568756648096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103094080172567367/posts/default/8939210568756648096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadaseversos.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-mais-importante.html' title='O mais importante...'/><author><name>Nick* Fabrini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621932925126639033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpj4JFAH8ro/TkXKrF8G_HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5JJUMTNEEfs/s220/100_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIyuA-YXJH8/SgS7a5cqy_I/AAAAAAAAAys/-Qm6MZoAXBM/s72-c/Moulin+Rouge+(9)%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
