<?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-4661186641432543432</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:39:54.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ish...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ladra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997460957230405247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661186641432543432.post-2986684443278543755</id><published>2009-03-29T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:29:03.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SdAuQW-4gEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DwkKs1yg634/s1600-h/storm.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318802018506670146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SdAuQW-4gEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DwkKs1yg634/s320/storm.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caráááááleo, primeira postagem de 2009, tu acredita??? Só para não ser acusada de ai-tu-começa-o-blog-e-não-leva-pra-frente. Nem há o que dizer, corações vazios são silenciosos. Bye, tolinhas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagem: Fortaleza - Centro da cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♪ Psapp - Cosy in The Rocket (taí, adoro quando a música tem nome cult, dá a impressão que ninguém conhece, só você, e você é o centro da cultura mundial! - Cérebro, o que nós vamos fazer hoje? - O que nós fazemos todos os dias, Pink: vamos conqustar o mundo!!!!!!).&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/4661186641432543432-2986684443278543755?l=preterido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/feeds/2986684443278543755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4661186641432543432&amp;postID=2986684443278543755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default/2986684443278543755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default/2986684443278543755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/2009/03/caraaaaaleo-primeira-postagem-de-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Ladra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997460957230405247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SdAuQW-4gEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DwkKs1yg634/s72-c/storm.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661186641432543432.post-6960243991708163188</id><published>2008-12-28T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:09:11.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela, A Vida. Ele, O Tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SVgjFvJATOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mVgUKQ0r2aQ/s1600-h/DSC07310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285012744179829986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SVgjFvJATOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mVgUKQ0r2aQ/s320/DSC07310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moças e rapazes, a vida desfraldar - se - á em mais um ano vindouro (bonito, né?). Tempo de quê? Sabe Deus! Você não sabe? Então pense como de repente ela, a vida, se mostra aos seus olhos. Ela, a vida, não é substantivo feminino à toa. Tal qual fêmea, ela sofre, ela dá à luz, ela chora lágrimas amargas, ela tem porções de força que vai catar nas próprias entranhas, e carrega o peso de todo o universo nos ombros, com toda a delizadeza vigente, e sob um sorriso escancaradamente sedutor, que enche espaços e corações vazios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez seja tempo de perdoar alguém. Ou de iniciar uma nova rusga. Tempo de abandonar as coisas antigas. Ou de continuar agarrado a elas como um náufrago num pedaço de madeira boiante. O tempo, como senhor de todas as coisas, tem seu próprio tempo, como o homem masculino. Às vezes, ele flui, às vezes, ele estanca. Quem sabe, passa depressa. Quem sabe, engancha. Quem sabe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Bendito quem inventou o belo troque do calendário, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois o bom da segunda-feira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do dia primeiro do mês &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E de cada ano novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É que nos dão a impressão de que a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não continua, mas recomeça. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/strong&gt; (Salve, mestre!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Imagem: Céu nordestino, em algum ponto entre Fortaleza e Recife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;♪ Peter Cincotti - Sway.&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/4661186641432543432-6960243991708163188?l=preterido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/feeds/6960243991708163188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4661186641432543432&amp;postID=6960243991708163188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default/6960243991708163188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default/6960243991708163188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/2008/12/ela-vida-ele-o-tempo.html' title='Ela, A Vida. Ele, O Tempo.'/><author><name>Ladra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997460957230405247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SVgjFvJATOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mVgUKQ0r2aQ/s72-c/DSC07310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661186641432543432.post-8349657362770271090</id><published>2008-12-18T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:58:31.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SUr_IdG8P0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2hmhLOkHqPE/s1600-h/SUNP0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281314033763106626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SUr_IdG8P0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2hmhLOkHqPE/s320/SUNP0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tive tanto trabalho de digitar no Orkut que me deu pena simplesmente deletar. O texto não está na íntegra, foi retirado do livro Poesia Numa Hora Dessas?, penso eu que da editora Objetiva (ok, ok, fui conferir, é da Objetiva mesmo). Os comentários infames entre parênteses é da pessoa que vos fala. O grifo em negrito também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os dias andam cinza, e não é porque tô sem você, como disse o Lobão. Mas Djavan aposta (sabiamente, se você que saber) que alguém trará cores para amores gris. E Renato Russo prevê apenas a manhã cinza. 2009, meu bem, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O homem é o único animal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que ri (kkkkkkkk...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que chora (c'est vrai...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que chora de rir (sempre que possível)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que passa por outro e finge que não vê (hã? Quem?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que fala mais do que papagaio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que está sempre no cio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que passa trote (o número confidencial colabora!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que passa calote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que mata a distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que manda matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que esfola os outros e vende a pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que alimenta as crias mas depois faz chantagem emocional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que faz o que gosta escondido e o que não gosta em público&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que leva meses aprendendo a andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que toma aula de canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que desafina... (♪♪♪♪♪!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que paga para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que pensa que é anfíbio e morre afogado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que pensa que é bípede e tem problema de coluna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que não tem rabo colorido mas manda fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que só muda de cor com produtos químicos ou &lt;strong&gt;de vergonha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que tem que comprar antenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que fuma, bebe, usa óculos, fica careca, põe o dedo no nariz e gosta de ópera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que faz um boneco inflável da fêmea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que não suporta o próprio cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que se veste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que veste os outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que despe os outros (hum...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que só lambe os outros (opa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que tem cotas de emigração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que não tem uma linguagem comum a toda a espécie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que se tosa porque quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que joga no bicho (ganhei R$7,50!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;que aposta em galo e cavalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que tem gato e cachorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que tem lucro com os ovos dos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que caça borboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que usa gravata e pensa que Deus é parecido com ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que planta e colhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que planta e colhe e mesmo assim morre de fome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que foi à Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que apara os bigodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que só come carne crua em restaurante alemão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que gosta de escargot (fora o escargot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que faz dieta (always!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que usa o dedão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que faz gargarejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que escraviza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que tem horas... (depende do relógio!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que imita passarinho (qual o problema de não saber assobiar??? ¬¬)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que poderia ter construído Veneza e destruído Hiroshima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que faz fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que se analisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que faz ginástica rítmica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que sabe que vai morrer (ainnnnnn...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que sabe que vai morrer e mesmo assim vai atrás do motorista que cortou sua frente só pra xingar a mãe dele e se desagravar porque não leva desaforo pra case de vagabundo nenhum (mas é claro...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que sabe que vai morrer e mesmo assim, ou por causa disto, fica fazendo caretas na frente do espelho (nham!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que se compara com os outros animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que se mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que se pinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que tem uma cosmogonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que se senta e cruza as pernas (garbo Ê elegância)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que chupa os dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...que pensa que é eterno. (para o infinito e além!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo - O Único Animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagem: João Pessoa para Natal - Brasil (às vezes a parca resolução do aparelho ajuda!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;♪ Marcelo D2 - Desabafo ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4661186641432543432-8349657362770271090?l=preterido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/feeds/8349657362770271090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4661186641432543432&amp;postID=8349657362770271090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default/8349657362770271090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default/8349657362770271090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/2008/12/tive-tanto-trabalho-de-digitar-no-orkut.html' title=''/><author><name>Ladra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997460957230405247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SUr_IdG8P0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2hmhLOkHqPE/s72-c/SUNP0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661186641432543432.post-2977632235898794864</id><published>2008-12-10T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:55:53.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SUCVKzbajOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eLmN-m7m1wo/s1600-h/DSC06152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278382776114646242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SUCVKzbajOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eLmN-m7m1wo/s320/DSC06152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alguém por aí disse que a tristeza da vida consiste "no amor que não damos", e por aí vai. É verdade. Aí lá vem você, com essa história ultra - romântica que nos afeta, de esperar retorno desse amor distribuído. Infelizmente (eu também não sei porque diabos!!!) as coisas não saem como a gente quer. Mas que *erda! Eu concordo, indo e voltando. É, eu também penso que, se tudo saísse como nós planejamos, onde ficaria o fator surpresa? Não se convenceu? Tudo bem, eu também não. A sensação da alma lavada quando você faz exatamente o que estava ao seu alcance vai por água abaixo (viu aí? Alma lavada, água abaixo...encadeamento de idéias!) quando você espera por um retorno que não chega. Precisamos nos trabalhar com Shakespeare e sua ideiazinha infame de plantar o jardim e regar a alma, e parar de esperar as flores. É uma droga não terem inventado curso pra isso ainda...já inventaram até reprogramação das redes neurais...mas que coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagem: Jericoacoara - Ceará - Brasil&lt;/span&gt;  por Camila Alves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♪ Sara Bareilles - Bottle It Up ♪&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/4661186641432543432-2977632235898794864?l=preterido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/feeds/2977632235898794864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4661186641432543432&amp;postID=2977632235898794864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default/2977632235898794864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default/2977632235898794864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/2008/12/algum-por-disse-que-tristeza-de-alguma.html' title=''/><author><name>Ladra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997460957230405247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzhJH452sHQ/SUCVKzbajOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eLmN-m7m1wo/s72-c/DSC06152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661186641432543432.post-8348141151344558750</id><published>2008-12-09T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:03:55.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera...</title><content type='html'>...vai começar o primeiro capítulo de Capitu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4661186641432543432-8348141151344558750?l=preterido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/feeds/8348141151344558750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4661186641432543432&amp;postID=8348141151344558750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default/8348141151344558750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4661186641432543432/posts/default/8348141151344558750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preterido.blogspot.com/2008/12/espera.html' title='Espera...'/><author><name>Ladra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997460957230405247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
