<?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-2234368994106976832</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:05:41.569-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place for my Thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-4234094029858411052</id><published>2012-01-22T02:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T02:15:46.270-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlyKEnM2HNo/TxuNQsL2oNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mPhQLDBvWMY/s1600/tumblr_lajzu0xxpa1qbg1lho1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlyKEnM2HNo/TxuNQsL2oNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mPhQLDBvWMY/s400/tumblr_lajzu0xxpa1qbg1lho1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;01 de agosto de 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(e até lá...????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-4234094029858411052?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4234094029858411052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2012/01/01-de-agosto-de-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4234094029858411052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4234094029858411052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2012/01/01-de-agosto-de-2012.html' title=''/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlyKEnM2HNo/TxuNQsL2oNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mPhQLDBvWMY/s72-c/tumblr_lajzu0xxpa1qbg1lho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-2366875086295932589</id><published>2011-10-29T13:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T13:53:42.532-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas... e depois?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7FdQJt1E9sI/TqqmT73DDiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nsuoJwsUGJ0/s1600/9abc5eaafaccc3776d54d01139d09ff6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7FdQJt1E9sI/TqqmT73DDiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nsuoJwsUGJ0/s400/9abc5eaafaccc3776d54d01139d09ff6.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cheguei à conclusão de que preciso muito trabalhar algumas características minhas, principalmente alguns defeitos (sim, qualidades também precisam ser trabalhadas, ou pelo menos, exercitadas, não é simplesmente possui-las). Porém, o que mais tem me incomodado ultimamente é essa minha mania de "deixar para depois".&amp;nbsp;Claro que&amp;nbsp;há exceções, mas muita coisa pode ser resolvida de imediato sem eu precisar meter os pés pelas mãos por isso. Ando me sentindo uma bomba-relógio, tão urgente... Mas não sei nem por onde começar. Existem metas, sonhos, mas também existem barreiras. E nesse caso, &lt;u&gt;essas&lt;/u&gt; barreiras precisam ser as primeiras a cair, mesmo que surjam outras no caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cabeça e coração a mil, com um leve desespero de ver as coisas começando a se encaixar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas e depois que eu alcançar essas metas? Será que as coisas perderão o sentido ou farão ainda mais? O que eu vou querer depois? O que você vai querer depois?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tô aprendendo...&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/2234368994106976832-2366875086295932589?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/2366875086295932589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/10/mas-e-depois.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/2366875086295932589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/2366875086295932589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/10/mas-e-depois.html' title='Mas... e depois?'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7FdQJt1E9sI/TqqmT73DDiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nsuoJwsUGJ0/s72-c/9abc5eaafaccc3776d54d01139d09ff6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-5006787293477002387</id><published>2011-10-26T23:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:57:07.614-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que importa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7r6hnruXNHc/Tqi5YYEQPOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jzQ3ZCTxUWg/s1600/pai_filho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7r6hnruXNHc/Tqi5YYEQPOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jzQ3ZCTxUWg/s400/pai_filho.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Encontrei com um colega de uma época meio distante. Hoje ele tá casado, já tem filhos e vive bem com a esposa. Típico final feliz, mesmo ainda não sendo o final, falta muito pro final da vida. Sim, é uma coisa boa. Mas algo nisso me dá um certo medo, sabe? O que eu vi foi uma pessoa que, apesar de ter um tesouro, apenas existindo e muito provavelmente sem consciência nenhuma da sua existência. Viver apenas por viver, ou sobreviver, melhor dizendo. Dia após dia. Contas a pagar, sustentar a casa, game over. Fim da linha. Talvez seja o maior dos meus medos, permanecer inerte enquanto o mundo continua a girar, oferecendo coisas maravilhosas para vermos, sentirmos, nos permitirmos... e talvez seja uma das maiores punições pro Homem deixar de estar em contato com isso.. deixar de se sentir parte importante de um todo e mesmo sendo parte do Uno, não se sentir como tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Não quero uma vida vazia, esperando ansiosamente que os dias terminem, sem nenhuma pretensão do que vem depois. Quero sempre mais! Além! Rumo ao infinito, tenho sede disso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Se bem que depois, vendo-o chegar em casa e reparar no brilho dos seus olhos ao encontrar com os filhos, fiquei em dúvidas, se é realmente apenas uma existência vazia por trás daquilo. Talvez exista muito mais! Ainda não descobri... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-5006787293477002387?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5006787293477002387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-importa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5006787293477002387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5006787293477002387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-importa.html' title='O que importa?'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7r6hnruXNHc/Tqi5YYEQPOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jzQ3ZCTxUWg/s72-c/pai_filho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-4360948010435011291</id><published>2011-10-02T06:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T06:02:33.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Transição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ivD-DwukK0/Togn33I0gHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iZmixhbEvqA/s1600/DSC03716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ivD-DwukK0/Togn33I0gHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iZmixhbEvqA/s400/DSC03716.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♫ Quero servir, quero ensinar, vim pra aprender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (O Viajante - Forfun)&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As coisas ainda parecem embaralhadas, mas andam clareando mais a cada dia. Talvez precisemos passar por tempestades pra valorizarmos os dias tranquilos. Talvez não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas hoje vejo um propósito maior nas coisas. Uma motivação enorme de servir, de contribuir de alguma forma, me doar mais. E não é disfarçar meus fantasmas. Ando aprendendo a conviver com eles e a transformá-los em algo positivo, mesmo que eles sejam sempre uma parte minha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pessoas, sentimentos. Preciso sair por aí, apenas pra aprender, sem nenhuma pretensão. Existe um mundo inteiro lá fora, ansiando pra ser descoberto, apreciado. E cheio de beleza, apesar de todo o sofrimento existente. Aliás, dentro de mim e dentro de você também existe um Universo inteiro, pulsando vida de forma desesperada. Não sei se é certeza, ao menos agora me parece: ainda tenho muito o que ver e sentir mundo afora. E mundo &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;adentro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E os meus motivos pra sorrir e seguir em frente são muito maiores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/malkavianwall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;@malkavianwall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2234368994106976832-4360948010435011291?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4360948010435011291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/10/transicao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4360948010435011291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4360948010435011291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/10/transicao.html' title='Transição'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ivD-DwukK0/Togn33I0gHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iZmixhbEvqA/s72-c/DSC03716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-1509807929741944243</id><published>2011-09-05T02:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T02:50:01.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Até breve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GhtiM9_3bo/TmRgHt_AkuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T2Qc2joKlJA/s1600/0%252C%252C46211691%252C00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GhtiM9_3bo/TmRgHt_AkuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T2Qc2joKlJA/s400/0%252C%252C46211691%252C00.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ainda atordoado, as feridas não foram choradas como deveriam. É incrível como por mais que achemos que estamos preparados pra lidar com a perda, sempre descobrimos que de certa forma estamos enganados. Lidar com a perda, principalmente de quem mais amamos, nunca é fácil. Principalmente quando quem parte nos ensina tanto, mesmo sem saber que está ensinando. É estranho como um simples animal, sem pretensão nenhuma, entra na sua vida e te faz sentir que ele é uma parte de você. Todo o afeto depositado, a fidelidade, o carinho despretensioso. Te faz sentir que estava escrito, ele deveria estar aqui, com você, que ali sempre foi o seu lar. E a vida te surpreende. Às vezes me questiono sobre quais os motivos de Deus pra levar tão depressa pessoas tão importantes... talvez lá pra onde o Led foi agora, ele seja necessário. Mas por que tão cedo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ele foi embora, mas ainda existe um pedacinho dele aqui em mim, tenho certeza de que um dia nos encontraremos novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vá em paz, meu grande amigo! Sua passagem por aqui não foi em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;'amigos nunca dizem adeus, então, até breve, irmãozinho! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfaCNGTn7S4/TmRh3x5m4eI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FTtqU39T-nI/s1600/DSC02009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfaCNGTn7S4/TmRh3x5m4eI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FTtqU39T-nI/s320/DSC02009.JPG" width="258" /&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/2234368994106976832-1509807929741944243?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1509807929741944243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/09/ate-breve.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1509807929741944243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1509807929741944243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/09/ate-breve.html' title='Até breve!'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GhtiM9_3bo/TmRgHt_AkuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T2Qc2joKlJA/s72-c/0%252C%252C46211691%252C00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-3146902768786104740</id><published>2011-07-30T19:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:09:38.829-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagens, Destinos e talvez o Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcr5v8C9NWM/TjR_Xr5Aj6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vBSY0o_5KGg/s1600/DSC01831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcr5v8C9NWM/TjR_Xr5Aj6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vBSY0o_5KGg/s400/DSC01831.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Já faz muito tempo que meu conceito sobre viagens se modificou. Transformou-se, se expandiu. Vai muito além de um lugar desconhecido ou da fuga da rotina. Encaro o hábito de viajar como uma grande oportunidade de aprendizado. É longe do seu lar que você passa a valorizar ainda mais as pessoas próximas e as coisas simples. É viajando que deixamos de ser apenas expectadores e passamos a fazer parte da Comunhão com o Universo, podendo não apenas ver, mas participar e sentir as maravilhosas vibrações que cada lugar transmite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É diante dessa pluralidade de sons, cores, sabores, estilos, modos de viver e pensar que percebemos como são belas as diferenças. E como elas são vitais à existência humana. Viajar me permite ver as coisas por outra perspectiva. Me permite crescer como ser humano e perceber que apesar de algumas diferenças parecerem gritantes, tratando-se de alma somos tão parecidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Espero que não demore muito para que as pessoas passem a perceber que as coisas mais importantes são imateriais. E atemporais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Viajar&lt;/u&gt;... para outros lugares... outras culturas. Para dentro de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Obrigado, Deus! Por sempre possibilitar que coisas como essa sempre aconteçam!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-3146902768786104740?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3146902768786104740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/07/viagens-destinos-e-talvez-o-destino.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3146902768786104740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3146902768786104740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/07/viagens-destinos-e-talvez-o-destino.html' title='Viagens, Destinos e talvez o Destino'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcr5v8C9NWM/TjR_Xr5Aj6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vBSY0o_5KGg/s72-c/DSC01831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-6907723039225925104</id><published>2011-06-10T23:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:47:12.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem tem fé num ideal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nANr9Y_djuc/TfLkuj6sEPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6-UJPbgLvAw/s1600/DSC05752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nANr9Y_djuc/TfLkuj6sEPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6-UJPbgLvAw/s400/DSC05752.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É pessoal, dia ontem foi cansativo, mas valeu muito a pena. Ontem, lá no Centro de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belford_roxo"&gt;Belford Roxo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strike&gt;(sim, pessoas... Belford Roxo existe, rs)&lt;/strike&gt; rolou um manifesto pró-bombeiros e professores. Na verdade, falar de professores seria muito vago. Mais correto afirmar pró-educação de qualidade no Brasil, não apenas com um reajuste digno no salário desses profissionais tão heróicos e simultaneamente tão desvalorizados. Ponto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enfim, voltemos aos fatos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QEah4vL2pVc/TfLkrYrMseI/AAAAAAAAAUY/gRTlNJdL2Ws/s1600/DSC05732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QEah4vL2pVc/TfLkrYrMseI/AAAAAAAAAUY/gRTlNJdL2Ws/s320/DSC05732.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A manifestação foi pacífica, não houve intervenção policial nem nada do gênero. Não havia porquê. Éramos apenas pessoas de bem que queriam fazer valer a sua voz e sua liberdade de expressão. Particularmente, me emociono quando vejo pessoas indo às ruas pra falar sobre o que incomoda e não faz sentido ao invés de ver tudo errado e ficar resmungando com o traseiro grudado no sofá. Acho lindo ver e saber que essa vontade ainda existe nas pessoas, que ainda há esperanças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que me emputeceu foi um bombeiro fardado no carro, com a fita vermelha amarrada supostamente em sinal de solidariedade e apoio à própria classe e pedindo pra não ter sua foto publicada. Ou você tá junto e dá a cara a tapa que nem todo mundo ou nem precisa fazer, pra ser desse modo covarde. Existem coisas que não existe meio termo, meu velho! &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Pronto, falei!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vale a pena lembrar que não era o governador do Estado (que anda dizendo que não negocia com 'vândalos' ou coisas do gênero) que salvou centenas de famílias da morte em Niterói no ano passado. Nem na Região Serrana esse ano. Nem é o mesmo que o faz bravamente dia após dia, mesmo sem ser notado. Você pode não ser bombeiro, mas pode já ter tido sua vida salva por um desses heróis. Pode não ser professor, mas pode ter tido ou no mínimo visto a vida mudada através da Educação. Ou talvez possa vir a precisar um dia. E muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2vyQSn9aE8/TfLkxaswbrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pvuD9ERnkbg/s1600/DSC05753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2vyQSn9aE8/TfLkxaswbrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pvuD9ERnkbg/s320/DSC05753.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bem, acho que de certa forma, já tenho um futuro profissional definido. Penso em ingressar numa universidade e estudar apenas por conhecimento, sem fins profissionais. Mas não é porque não tenho interesses profissionais por lá e de certa forma, já tenho instrução que vou deixar de lutar por Educação de qualidade no país e por ideais que me convencem, mesmo que não estejam diretamente ligados a mim. Não sou bombeiro, muito menos professor. E mesmo assim, estarei na luta pelos ideais deles, enquanto eu considerar esses ideais dignos de serem compartilhados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FH9LHLKQwxk/TfLk4L5hFuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hxfN_zk2vps/s1600/DSC05784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FH9LHLKQwxk/TfLk4L5hFuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hxfN_zk2vps/s320/DSC05784.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bombeiros pelos professores, homossexuais por negros, nordestinos por bombeiros, professores por umbandistas, católicos, evangélicos,&amp;nbsp; vice-e-versa e enfim., tudo numa coisa só. Todos por alguma causa mesmo que os problemas dessa classe não lhe atinja diretamente! Apenas assim podemos ter força pra promover mudanças positivas no nosso país. O que não dá é ver nego resmungando que nada muda e quando as pessoas decidem se juntar em prol de mudanças, se esconder pra não ter que dar a cara a tapas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Parabéns à galera que tava ali apoiando e também a todas as outras pessoas em outros lugares que também lutam por ideais que valem a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;E você aí, vai ficar parado enquanto as pessoas vão às ruas lutar por direitos que também são seus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pensa nisso! &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9EGZQaIuFw/TfLkzh797rI/AAAAAAAAAUk/GOhkTFiOBPU/s1600/DSC05782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9EGZQaIuFw/TfLkzh797rI/AAAAAAAAAUk/GOhkTFiOBPU/s320/DSC05782.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?rl=mp&amp;amp;uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;@malkavianwall&lt;/span&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/2234368994106976832-6907723039225925104?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6907723039225925104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/06/quem-tem-fe-num-ideal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6907723039225925104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6907723039225925104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/06/quem-tem-fe-num-ideal.html' title='Quem tem fé num ideal?'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nANr9Y_djuc/TfLkuj6sEPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6-UJPbgLvAw/s72-c/DSC05752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-1379489087527788913</id><published>2011-06-10T10:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:00:30.181-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aH89EbGiSdI/TfIf6LMV_5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ltBw45Ya8pQ/s1600/%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aH89EbGiSdI/TfIf6LMV_5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ltBw45Ya8pQ/s400/%25288%2529.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♫ Será sempre uma lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Abrindo alas pra um sorriso...&amp;nbsp; ♪ ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;(Pra Sempre - Forfun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;... bem melhor agora =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;(mais uma vez obrigado a todos que sempre me ajudaram e ajudam nessa busca tão conturbada que é a vida.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?rl=ls&amp;amp;uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;@malkavianwall&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/2234368994106976832-1379489087527788913?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1379489087527788913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1379489087527788913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1379489087527788913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aH89EbGiSdI/TfIf6LMV_5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ltBw45Ya8pQ/s72-c/%25288%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-5194178519585418266</id><published>2011-06-01T03:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T03:32:34.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6s58LkGKYk/TeXac9RMzCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4564xCS_11c/s1600/OgAAAEVRRU07SRBhSl1AFGHAyCEJMDT-8GEfgi3HZjDk0l6eSFiwkoCyx0zEAIehVjetnovwP-nBIqDtD0Hz5uFEOtIAm1T1UI3NBN7Koxmt8OCHzrWcv64c6sq3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6s58LkGKYk/TeXac9RMzCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4564xCS_11c/s400/OgAAAEVRRU07SRBhSl1AFGHAyCEJMDT-8GEfgi3HZjDk0l6eSFiwkoCyx0zEAIehVjetnovwP-nBIqDtD0Hz5uFEOtIAm1T1UI3NBN7Koxmt8OCHzrWcv64c6sq3.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♫ I'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't be perfect..♪♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Perfect - Simple Plan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estou cansado. Cansado além dos limites. Cansado de sempre dar o meu melhor às pessoas que eu gosto e nunca ser bom o bastante para elas. De me virar ao avesso para ver algumas pessoas bem e ver que sempre existe um porém, que estas nunca estão satisfeitas com nada do que eu faço, como se caçassem milimetricamente uma falha, pra ser o estopim da discórdia. Estou farto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sei que nunca serei perfeito e entendo que nem sempre as coisas sairão como eu gostaria e que nunca agradarei a todos. E nem é isso que desejo. Consola-me saber que eu sempre procuro ser o mais verdadeiro possível tanto com as pessoas como comigo mesmo. Em simultâneo, me corrói perceber que quanto mais tento mostrar como sou, mais vejo as pessoas tentando me moldar como o filho, amigo, namorado perfeito, adaptável a seus béis prazeres e caprichos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas não sou um brinquedo, pra ter de viver de acordo com as vontades dos que acham que são meus donos. Sou livre pra ser o que quiser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estou farto desses joguinhos de tabuleiro! Estou farto de velhos problemas que não se resolvem, mas que não dependem mais de mim para isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acho que é hora de mudar de personagem...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ou de abandonar essa história e esquecer o tal do 'e eles viveram felizes para sempre'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"And this time, I'll be free...! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Ignorin'u - Pitty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=7182713929021823625" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;@malkavianwall&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/2234368994106976832-5194178519585418266?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5194178519585418266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/06/desabafo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5194178519585418266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5194178519585418266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/06/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo!'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6s58LkGKYk/TeXac9RMzCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4564xCS_11c/s72-c/OgAAAEVRRU07SRBhSl1AFGHAyCEJMDT-8GEfgi3HZjDk0l6eSFiwkoCyx0zEAIehVjetnovwP-nBIqDtD0Hz5uFEOtIAm1T1UI3NBN7Koxmt8OCHzrWcv64c6sq3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-8956668485704964251</id><published>2011-05-19T02:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T03:07:07.715-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Faz Sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jmNSBIYXz4Q/TdSzWj5iTaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5s7JEN-Lvps/s1600/2011011203403814_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jmNSBIYXz4Q/TdSzWj5iTaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5s7JEN-Lvps/s400/2011011203403814_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Refazer. Não fazer. Desfazer. Fazer. O que fazer? Pra onde ir? Aonde chegar? Por que tem que ser assim? Tem que ser assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quero dormir e apesar do meu corpo estar em frangalhos, tamanho cansaço, tenho insônia. O corpo implora por descanso, mas a mente se mantém agitada, muito agitada. As cenas já vividas correm freneticamente pela memória, acompanhadas de indagações e das possibilidades de rumo que minha vida tomaria caso eu tomasse certas decisões no lugar de algumas que já tomei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E toda essa ansiedade me faz ter vontade de mudar muita coisa na minha vida. Descartar certas coisas que não me fazem bem, ou pelo menos mudar a forma de vê-las ou lidar com elas e com outros aspectos da minha vida, tomar decisões mais concretas e duradouras. E me sacrificar mais em prol das minhas metas. Daqui pra frente, tudo vai ser diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E &lt;u&gt;precisa&lt;/u&gt; ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(escrito em 03 de abril e perdido no meu caderno... acho que precisava ser encontrado agora,&amp;nbsp; faz tanto ou mais sentido do que quando foi escrito... )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?rl=ls&amp;amp;uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;@malkavianwall&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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/2234368994106976832-8956668485704964251?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/8956668485704964251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-faz-sentido.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8956668485704964251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8956668485704964251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-faz-sentido.html' title='Não Faz Sentido'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jmNSBIYXz4Q/TdSzWj5iTaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5s7JEN-Lvps/s72-c/2011011203403814_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-5468385711744647478</id><published>2011-05-06T03:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T03:52:11.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas que movem o mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8t0KMqqw00/TcOZkqfUxzI/AAAAAAAAASI/Owizv37cI_Q/s1600/60-l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8t0KMqqw00/TcOZkqfUxzI/AAAAAAAAASI/Owizv37cI_Q/s400/60-l.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sempre ouço falar das perguntas que movem o mundo. Mas... será que o mundo realmente permaneceria inerte sem elas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Talvez o mundo, visto como um todo, pudesse sobreviver a essa ausência de questionamento, mas perderia seu sentido. Como uma vitória sem sabor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não sei quanto às outras pessoas, mas o meu mundo é nutrido por indagações. Afinal, são elas que me dizem que por mais que algo esteja bom, existem milhões de possibilidades ansiando por desenvolverem-se e tornarem-se úteis a algo ou a alguém. É assim que funciona. Se não fosse assim, estaria em colapso. A mesmice me faria entrar num estado de conformismo e me estagnaria. Meu corpo permaneceria vivo, mas meu espírito, que veio ao mundo destinado a ser livre, morreria sem perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seria o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?rl=mp&amp;amp;uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;@malkavianwall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2234368994106976832-5468385711744647478?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5468385711744647478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/05/perguntas-que-movem-o-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5468385711744647478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5468385711744647478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/05/perguntas-que-movem-o-mundo.html' title='Perguntas que movem o mundo'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8t0KMqqw00/TcOZkqfUxzI/AAAAAAAAASI/Owizv37cI_Q/s72-c/60-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-700704563707283824</id><published>2011-04-19T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:57:45.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa da Árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OciZzN1SSf4/Ta2cIZ2URXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/N4eaEnG7xFk/s1600/casa-na-arvore%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OciZzN1SSf4/Ta2cIZ2URXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/N4eaEnG7xFk/s400/casa-na-arvore%255B1%255D.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma casa na árvore é o sonho de quase todos os meninos, quando crianças. Talvez seja a vontade de ter um lugar só seu, onde as pessoas só têm acesso se você permitir, um lugar que seja seu refúgio sagrado. Aquele lugarzinho que você sempre visita quando se sente confuso, precisa decidir alguma coisa ou está a ponto de surtar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não importa o motivo pelo qual se deseja ter uma casa na árvore. Crescemos e o que nos resta é a lembrança de como as coisas eram mais simples naquela época.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Preciso urgentemente de uma casa na árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mas onde encontrá-la a não ser dentro de mim mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;@malkavianwall &lt;/a&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/2234368994106976832-700704563707283824?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/700704563707283824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/casa-da-arvore.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/700704563707283824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/700704563707283824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/casa-da-arvore.html' title='Casa da Árvore'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OciZzN1SSf4/Ta2cIZ2URXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/N4eaEnG7xFk/s72-c/casa-na-arvore%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-7994536420704705778</id><published>2011-04-11T17:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:47:24.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conectar-se à Criança Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWTWzXMP9-0/TaNkHMvdIfI/AAAAAAAAARs/hCW6lz6F7JI/s1600/estrela-cadente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWTWzXMP9-0/TaNkHMvdIfI/AAAAAAAAARs/hCW6lz6F7JI/s400/estrela-cadente.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O céu lindamente estrelado, o som do mar, sol nascendo. Recordo-me com exatidão de tudo isso. Foi incrível, parecia um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Graça em abundância. Sensação de estar intimamente ligado à Criação, como se fôssemos algo uno. Minha criança interior ressurge, vem à tona. Refloresce. É uma sensação única. E é tão agradável. Ali parecia que todas as minhas recordações felizes voltaram e me envolveram. E fui tomado por uma emoção tão intensa que todas as coisas ruins &lt;strike&gt;(que não foram poucas)&lt;/strike&gt; que aconteceram aquele dia evanesceram. Foi como se todas aquelas vibrações positivas que me envolviam me transportassem a um estado de pureza e me transformasse em um portador de sentimentos nobres, que insistiam em tornarem-se visíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Era como voltar às origens, uma limpeza espiritual que me fazia retornar à infância, a uma época em que a essência das pessoas importava muito mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E isso tudo me incita a celebrar cada vez mais a vida e a Existência Divina. A celebrar sempre a esperança de que o Homem é capaz de progredir. E me faz sentir como um filho muito amado pelo Criador.&amp;nbsp; E com uma missão muito especial por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;(em 18 de fevereiro de 2011. Recentemente reencontrado nas minhas coisas)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;@malkavianwall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-7994536420704705778?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7994536420704705778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/conectar-se-crianca-interior.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7994536420704705778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7994536420704705778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/conectar-se-crianca-interior.html' title='Conectar-se à Criança Interior'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWTWzXMP9-0/TaNkHMvdIfI/AAAAAAAAARs/hCW6lz6F7JI/s72-c/estrela-cadente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-182833333250615851</id><published>2011-04-06T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T11:55:47.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash de Consciência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3tSM-gZ8yc/TZx-ZdXu25I/AAAAAAAAARc/OpkrEFiB-XE/s1600/ecos+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3tSM-gZ8yc/TZx-ZdXu25I/AAAAAAAAARc/OpkrEFiB-XE/s400/ecos+.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E a realidade veio como num lampejo. Como pude ser tão egoísta quando decidi dar prioridade apenas a quem me fizesse o mesmo? Onde eu estava com a cabeça quando cheguei a essa conclusão? Não que eu vá ficar correndo atrás de quem não tá nem aí pra mim, não tem a ver com isso. Mas eu não posso deixar de estender a mão pra alguém que se recusa a me estender a sua. Estaríamos no mesmo barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Agir dessa forma não é o meu caminho. Não escolhi e nem quero seguir assim. Amar somente quem me ama, ajudar apenas quem pode me trazer benefícios. Nunca foi e acredito que esse nunca será meu objetivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Amar incondicionalmente. Sem fronteiras e sem reservas. Falar do amor, mesmo que ninguém queira ouvir. E acima de qualquer coisa, não apenas falar dele, mas vivê-lo. Esse é o propósito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?rl=mp&amp;amp;uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;@malkavianwall&lt;/a&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/2234368994106976832-182833333250615851?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/182833333250615851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/flash-de-consciencia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/182833333250615851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/182833333250615851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/flash-de-consciencia.html' title='Flash de Consciência'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3tSM-gZ8yc/TZx-ZdXu25I/AAAAAAAAARc/OpkrEFiB-XE/s72-c/ecos+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-3371142436588916963</id><published>2011-03-31T13:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:01:08.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Novo Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_17XzbdCxs/TZSxM06YI1I/AAAAAAAAARE/ucdqgl8NAKA/s1600/roda-gigante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_17XzbdCxs/TZSxM06YI1I/AAAAAAAAARE/ucdqgl8NAKA/s400/roda-gigante.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Cada amanhecer é uma nova oportunidade. Oportunidade de sempre poder buscar evoluir e se tornar uma pessoa melhor. E também é oportunidade de fazer a diferença na vida de alguém, mesmo que haja a possibilidade de você nunca mais ver essa pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Às vezes passamos por situações que nos tentam a sucumbir e optar por caminhos que não são nossos e que não nos levarão a lugar nenhum. Mas apesar de qualquer coisa, nossa verdadeira essência sempre prevalecerá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cada dia é único. E é a oportunidade que você tem de dar o seu melhor. De não apenas fazer alguém feliz, mas também &lt;u&gt;ser&lt;/u&gt; feliz. De cuidar de alguém e de se cuidar. De arriscar mais, mesmo que arriscar traga algum machucado de bônus. Isso faz parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Cada dia é uma oportunidade de aprender, ver, saber, sentir, imaginar, sorrir, crescer, amar e ser amado, arrancar um sorriso... e de agradecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Por toda manhã acordar e saber que lhe foi dada mais uma chance de fazer parte desse processo incrível que é a vida. Por estar sempre cercado por pessoas incríveis e sempre estar envolvido em vibrações tão maravilhosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agradecer sempre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;obrigado Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?rl=mp&amp;amp;uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;@malkavianwall&lt;/a&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/2234368994106976832-3371142436588916963?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3371142436588916963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-novo-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3371142436588916963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3371142436588916963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-novo-dia.html' title='Um Novo Dia'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_17XzbdCxs/TZSxM06YI1I/AAAAAAAAARE/ucdqgl8NAKA/s72-c/roda-gigante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-6706488675768336303</id><published>2011-03-26T15:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:18:25.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic-tac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBdcnqg7UoQ/TZtoMuWoZ0I/AAAAAAAAARU/-v44YBMJLzo/s1600/Agonia-2-Tania.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBdcnqg7UoQ/TZtoMuWoZ0I/AAAAAAAAARU/-v44YBMJLzo/s400/Agonia-2-Tania.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Toda noite tem sido a mesma coisa. É inevitável, não tenho controle. Os assuntos de sempre invadem minha cabeça. Velhos fantasmas que já deveriam ter sido exorcizados. Por que eles insistem em permanecer tão presentes se não os quero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Às vezes me pergunto se esse assunto está realmente resolvido ou se essa resolução é apenas fruto da minha imaginação. Convenço-me de que está tudo resolvido, mas o suposto passado é tentador. Ele faz de tudo pra me fazer acreditar que o que eu tanto quero é possível. Porém, nem eu mesmo consigo acreditar nisso. Há uma batalha feroz de vontades. Uma delas quer se sobrepor e assumir o controle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;Sempre a mesma história. Sempre a mesma história. Sempre a mesma história. Sempre a mesma história. Sempre a mesma história. Sempre a mesma história. Sempre a mesma história. Sempre a mesma história. Sempre a mesma história. Sempre a mesma história&lt;/strike&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Até quando? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;@malkavianwall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-6706488675768336303?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6706488675768336303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/03/tic-tac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6706488675768336303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6706488675768336303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/03/tic-tac.html' title='Tic-tac'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBdcnqg7UoQ/TZtoMuWoZ0I/AAAAAAAAARU/-v44YBMJLzo/s72-c/Agonia-2-Tania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-429850861672953536</id><published>2011-02-24T13:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:12:22.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YsA3Xr9w3Y/TWYTJGC8dxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PVfO-fe9OLI/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YsA3Xr9w3Y/TWYTJGC8dxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PVfO-fe9OLI/s400/page.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;s.m - Transgressão de preceito religioso; culpa; falta; perversidade; ação má; vício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que é pecar? Qual o &lt;u&gt;seu&lt;/u&gt; conceito de pecado? Transgredir leis? Desobedecer? Será que apenas isso caracteriza o pecado? Se você transgride leis ou desobedece algo maior em prol de algo benéfico e não fere ninguém, está pecando? Não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pra mim, pecado está relacionado a machucar outras pessoas e talvez a machucar a si mesmo ou a Criação Divina. Sendo assim, meu ponto de vista difere do que muita gente caracteriza como pecado. Eu acredito que muita coisa em diversas Escrituras Sagradas de diversas religiões é real, regida pela Inspiração Divina, mas não deixo de crer que há muita coisa escrita pelos homens, que no auge de sua corrupção e ganância, ousaram usar o nome de Deus pra moldar a sociedade em que viviam, na época em que viviam, de acordo com seus propósitos e vontades. Da mesma forma que acredito que nem todas as Escrituras Sagradas existentes foram reveladas à Humanidade, ou talvez estejam por aí sem que as pessoas nem desconfiem da sua importância, por não estarem no meio dos Textos Sagrados já conhecidos e descobertos. Talvez o Homem não esteja preparado pra tanto conhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esse é um dos motivos pelos quais nem todos os padrões sociais, morais ou religiosos me convencem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu poderia ler um Livro Sagrado por inteiro e se pra minh'alma apenas um verso fizesse sentido, o restante seria apenas palavras vazias ou não faria sentido, pelo menos naquele instante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sinto que todo caminho que leva à Luz é válido, independente de religiões, credos. Que o Bem e o Amor ao próximo é que levam a Deus ou a uma possível salvação.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E apesar de todas as teorias e fórmulas sobre Salvação, continuo seguindo minha jornada assim, podendo parecer que nado contra a maré ou pra não chegar a lugar nenhum. Mas continuo seguindo, procurando enxergar os Sinais do Criador além dos Escritos Antigos, e não apenas neles. Procuro enxergá-Lo nas coisas simples como em um final de tarde, na chuva, numa flor, na inocência de uma criança, em um sorriso ou numa amizade sincera. Num pequeno milagre. Ele está em toda parte.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele te ama exatamente do jeito que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;você é&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;... Roupas, tatuagens, piercings... nada disso te faz melhor ou pior, nem perante aos Homens, nem perante a Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Venha como está, do jeito que você é!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Seja você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agradecimento especial à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;Alice,ops&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?origin=is&amp;amp;uid=15064809282626811257"&gt;Railane&lt;/a&gt;. Foi por causa de uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;incrível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;conversa nossa que me senti inspirado a terminar esse texto. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De coração, muito obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=7182713929021823625&amp;amp;rl=t"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;@malkavianwall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-429850861672953536?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/429850861672953536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/02/pecado.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/429850861672953536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/429850861672953536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/02/pecado.html' title='Pecado'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YsA3Xr9w3Y/TWYTJGC8dxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PVfO-fe9OLI/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-4255488783331631650</id><published>2011-02-19T21:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:58:05.521-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay-per-view</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ync0ktgtk3Q/TWBQwhTtfzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MpfcItbQ07w/s1600/recomeco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ync0ktgtk3Q/TWBQwhTtfzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MpfcItbQ07w/s400/recomeco.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Desmembrando e traduzindo: &lt;u&gt;pagar&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;para&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;ver&lt;/u&gt;. E não me refiro aos canais pagos da televisão. Falo de pagar pra ver no sentido de dar a cara pra bater, apostar no que acredita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu apostei. E é só o começo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Talvez eu pudesse estar financeiramente confortável &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(ou não)&lt;/span&gt;, mas à beira de um colapso emocional, com os nervos em frangalhos. &lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Valeria&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estou pagando por minhas escolhas. A face ainda está quente e deve arder por mais algum tempo.Talvez não estivesse tão bem como sugeri, mas teria o certo de todo mês. E com esse "certo" viriam a monotonia, o tédio e a vontade de jogar tudo o que não condiz pro alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sentir as consequências é dolorido, mas apesar disso, me sinto mais leve, mais sincero comigo mesmo.&amp;nbsp; E prefiro assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Até porque viver é assumir um contrato de risco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Arrisque mais!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;@malkavianwall&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/2234368994106976832-4255488783331631650?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4255488783331631650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/02/pay-per-view.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4255488783331631650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4255488783331631650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/02/pay-per-view.html' title='Pay-per-view'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ync0ktgtk3Q/TWBQwhTtfzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MpfcItbQ07w/s72-c/recomeco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-4467736295143881686</id><published>2011-02-18T06:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T06:49:06.490-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqYti0dbiJ8/TV4wdGteLJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_5ewlxNMnhQ/s1600/DSC00480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqYti0dbiJ8/TV4wdGteLJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_5ewlxNMnhQ/s400/DSC00480.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Correria, transformações, correria. Descobertas, redescobertas. Reflexão. Passado, presente e futuro se misturam. Parecem a mesma coisa e não parece existir uma linha nem ao menos sutil para separá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto falta de certas pessoas, certos lugares... Mas lugares não são tão complexos quanto pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me arrependo. De coisas que fiz, de coisas que não fiz. Pessoas que deixei partir. Coisas inacabadas, caminhos que não continuei trilhando. E quando eu penso nisso tudo, me sinto fraco, inútil...Droga, por que tem que ser assim? Mas eu não quero mais isso! As coisas vão tomar, ou melhor, já andam tomando um novo rumo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Assim que deve ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E uma dessas coisas que vai ressurgir das cinzas é o &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=4864957845280247261"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Revolution Mind'z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Vai ser diferente! Hoje me lembro perfeitamente qual era o meu objetivo ao idealizá-lo. Cada sonho e o desejo feroz de lutar por um lugar melhor, não apenas para mim. Vou fazer tanto quanto tiver forças por esse ideal e conto com quem deseja o mesmo, com amigos de coração nobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ressurgi das cinzas. E a todo vapor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?rl=fpp&amp;amp;uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;@malkavianwall&lt;/span&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/2234368994106976832-4467736295143881686?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4467736295143881686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/02/recomecar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4467736295143881686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4467736295143881686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/02/recomecar.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqYti0dbiJ8/TV4wdGteLJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_5ewlxNMnhQ/s72-c/DSC00480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-9147819325646855627</id><published>2011-02-02T03:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T03:52:21.598-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Camaradas D'água</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TUjnilI65ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Tk0uwqQAG4Y/s1600/viola.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TUjnilI65ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Tk0uwqQAG4Y/s400/viola.jpg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Já faz um tempo que eu sinto algo me dizendo pra escrever esse post. E escrevo na certeza de que é mais do que merecido. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Durante toda&amp;nbsp;a vida tenho sido agraciado por Deus com pessoas que&amp;nbsp;são participantes ativas&amp;nbsp;do meu processo de Evolução. Algumas estão comigo há muito tempo, outras são recentes, porém apesar do pouco tempo, me cativaram de tal forma que esse &lt;u&gt;pouco&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;tempo&lt;/u&gt; parece irreal, inexistente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Todas essas pessoas, de algum modo, são parte de mim&amp;nbsp;e creio que também sou parte delas e juntos somos parte de &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;algo maior&lt;/span&gt;, ainda que misterioso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Agradeço a Deus e a vocês por a cada dia tentar me tornar uma pessoa melhor, por ter forças todas as vezes em que as coisas não vão bem e que penso em desistir. Por aprender com vocês. Ou por só pela presença de vocês, renovar minhas esperanças.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tenho amigos incríveis que por vezes, nem sabem o quão incríveis e maravilhosos são!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E sinto muito orgulho por tê-los como amigos!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Muitíssimo obrigado, Deus, pela existência dessas pessoas . Que elas possam continuar existindo em mim e que venham a continuar sendo meus Mestres nessa jornada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Obrigado, pessoas! Pelo carinho, lealdade, toda fé depositada em mim e por tornarem possível esse processo de aprendizagem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem demagogias, &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 32pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;amo vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&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/2234368994106976832-9147819325646855627?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/9147819325646855627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/02/camaradas-dagua.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/9147819325646855627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/9147819325646855627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/02/camaradas-dagua.html' title='Camaradas D&apos;água'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TUjnilI65ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Tk0uwqQAG4Y/s72-c/viola.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-6319455060416543508</id><published>2011-01-31T03:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T03:27:54.063-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aurora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TUZHnRBgT9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fH-ofvrZcPs/s1600/i128253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TUZHnRBgT9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fH-ofvrZcPs/s400/i128253.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não existem mais dúvidas. Se existem, talvez &lt;b&gt;dúvida&lt;/b&gt; não seja a palavra mais indicada pra isso. Talvez ainda existam fagulhas, mas eu não tenho mais porque me importar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eram dúvidas. Tornaram-se certezas. Agora, novamente são dúvidas. E talvez essa seja a única certeza. De que essas ou talvez outras dúvidas sempre existirão. Entretanto, por ora, estão fora de cogitação, apesar de alimentarem a necessidade de questionar e buscar evoluir na jornada evolutiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E apesar desses vestígios de dúvidas, sinto uma serenidade incomum aqui no peito. Deveria me importar com isso, mas não vou. A angústia de um combate às cegas se dissipou e tornou-se cristalina, ou pelo menos, pouquíssimo maculada. Apesar de não saber de exatamente tudo, quase todas as cartas adversárias já estão expostas. Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seriam mesmo cartas adversárias? Acho que me equivoquei ao definir as cartas alheias como adversárias. São apenas &lt;u&gt;alheias&lt;/u&gt;. Afinal, estamos do mesmo lado. E no mesmo barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mesmo assim, é bom ficar atento. Até porque um bom mágico sempre tem um bom truque na manga. E ninguém gosta de surpresas desagradáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me sinto leve, tranquilo. Não me sinto mais traidor de mim mesmo. E sei que não vou chorar ou sofrer por ter sido assim. Apenas &lt;u&gt;aceito&lt;/u&gt; e &lt;u&gt;agradeço&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Que assim seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♫ Eu vejo um novo começo de era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De gente fina, elegante e sincera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Com habilidade pra dizer mais sim do que não ♫ ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Tempos Modernos - Lulu Santos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Discriminação pra mim é abominável. Me dá náuseas. Questiono-me sobre a existência de coisa pior. Vejo as pessoas falarem em crime quando tocam nesse assunto. Mas por que falar de crime e não de pecado? Se for crime, não é contra a sociedade, mas contra a Criação Divina ou contra a Existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muitos são os clichês, mas na maioria dos casos, é mero clichê. Mesmo. Ponto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- &lt;i&gt;Não tenho nada contra roqueiros, alternativos, reggaeros!&lt;/i&gt; – alguém diz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E apesar de muita gente dizer isso, fora dos guetos, contamos nos dedos quais são as empresas que oferecem cargos de confiança a quem possui tatuagens, piercings, dreads, alargadores. Como se qualquer dessas características determinasse o grau de capacidade ou confiabilidade dessas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- &lt;i&gt;Nada contra homossexuais, mas Deus que me livre de ter alguém assim na minha família&lt;/i&gt; – outra pessoa diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- &lt;i&gt;Meu filho nunca vai cursar Dança, Música, Filosofia ou Artes Cênicas na universidade. Isso é profissão de vagabundo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Esse é o pior. O inimigo não declarado. Que te sorri e furtivamente está pronto para o ataque-surpresa. Que dorme contigo ou vive tão próximo, mas você não percebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eu também já ouvi: - &lt;i&gt;Não adianta tentar mudar o pensamento do Sr. Aderbal, ele já está velhinho, foi criado em colégio de padres, filho de militar, blá, blá, blá...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Da mesma forma que quem faz parte dos guetos e periferias sociais precisa falar e não se transformar numa vítima passiva e sem voz, as pessoas ditas “normais” também tem direito de se expressar. Mas isso não as dá direito de sair ofendendo, humilhando alguém só porque discorda do seu modo de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O fato de não gostar de algo não justifica agressões, humilhações, torturas físicas e psicológicas. ONDE ENTRA O RESPEITO NESSA HISTÓRIA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Não curto música sertaneja, certas atitudes de gente esnobe e outras coisas, mas respeito quem gosta, admira, se identifica. Mas não é por isso que vou sair tacando fogo em patricinhas, soltar bombas em show de bandas sertanejas, enfim. &lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu hein&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As pessoas ficam com receio de tentar abrir a cabeça dos mais velhos quanto a discriminação. Acham que por serem mais idosos, não podem aprender mais nada e que nada vai mudar o conceito que carregaram durante toda a vida. Então, o avô é preconceituoso, transmite esse pensamento estagnado para o filho, depois pro neto. E quando isso vai mudar? Ninguém enxerga que além dessas características em comum entre pessoas, existe um ser humano incrivelmente único, maravilhoso e complexo, por trás de todos esses rótulos que só servem pra causar segregação? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O mais triste é ver vítimas de preconceito, que mais do que ninguém sabem como humilhação e discriminação dói, também acabam se tornando algozes de outros grupos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nordestino que discrimina homossexual, que discrimina obeso, que discrimina negro, que discrimina pobre... Pessoas igualmente diferentes que gostam de discriminar pessoas diferentes de si?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas ao invés de romper os grilhões, continuam nesse maldito círculo vicioso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E se essa discriminação suja e a intolerância fazem parte da herança deixada pelos meus antepassados, prefiro começar&amp;nbsp; do zero e fazer minha própria história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23pt;"&gt;Sou livre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/malkavianwall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;#NãoAcomodar-seComOQueIncomoda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 28pt;"&gt;PRECONCEITO NÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-6585296448026551659?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6585296448026551659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/01/maldita-heranca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6585296448026551659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6585296448026551659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/01/maldita-heranca.html' title='Maldita Herança!'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TT3d6kgWpaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mMOXqi-uUt0/s72-c/malditaheran%25C3%25A7a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-8915611581756055281</id><published>2011-01-23T18:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:04:12.281-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TTxCjBTeINI/AAAAAAAAAPA/af1u5b-jCi4/s1600/espelho+quebrado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TTxCjBTeINI/AAAAAAAAAPA/af1u5b-jCi4/s320/espelho+quebrado.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♫ Eu quero saber me querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Com toda beleza e abominação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que há em mim... ♫ ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(A Sombra - Pitty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dúvidas indo embora. Ou pelo menos se preparando para serem trocadas. E pelo menos por enquanto, não me importo com &lt;i&gt;quem&lt;/i&gt; ou &lt;i&gt;o que&lt;/i&gt; eu sou. Não me importo mesmo! Bate a sensação de que é iminente a resolução dessas dúvidas. E isso tem me dado uma tranquilidade fora do normal ultimamente. O fim do ciclo está muito próximo, embora exista um eclipse entre esses ciclos e admito que isso talvez me assuste. Mas vou levando. E me sinto feliz assim. Ou por isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já não sei mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-8915611581756055281?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/8915611581756055281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/01/sombra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8915611581756055281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8915611581756055281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/01/sombra.html' title='A Sombra'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TTxCjBTeINI/AAAAAAAAAPA/af1u5b-jCi4/s72-c/espelho+quebrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-386935806107555402</id><published>2011-01-07T04:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T04:54:52.199-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TTvOM3RMNWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dVrElEhaotk/s1600/DSC09026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TTvOM3RMNWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dVrElEhaotk/s400/DSC09026.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não sei muito bem o que me inspira. Se coisas boas ou ruins. Na verdade, eu sei o que me inspira, mas não sei como me inspiram e nem consigo explicar o porquê de tanta atração por estas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas o que me inspira? Pessoas me inspiram. Lugares, plantas e cores também. Simplicidade me inspira. Amor, medo e esperança também. E como a esperança me inspira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tarde na praia. Tava sentindo necessidade dessa comunhão. O barulho das ondas soa como uma canção que diz pra eu seguir em frente e nunca perder a esperança. Uma canção de ressurreição. De graça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Um presente da Divindade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-386935806107555402?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/386935806107555402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/386935806107555402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/386935806107555402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-sol.html' title='O Sol'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TTvOM3RMNWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dVrElEhaotk/s72-c/DSC09026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-483825420565840263</id><published>2011-01-01T09:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T06:04:19.269-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Interiorizar, Refletir, Exteriorizar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TR8D7umMx3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9KmTQuQdj_w/s1600/2843776479_36c66144dd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TR8D7umMx3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9KmTQuQdj_w/s400/2843776479_36c66144dd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Engraçado que eu sempre vi essa ideia de 'Ano Novo' como mero clichê. Sempre achei besteira as pessoas acharem que tudo muda apenas com a transição entre os anos. Fazem promessas, que em sua maioria, certamente não vão cumprir. Armam aquele sorriso com gosto de naftalina, pelo tempo que anda aposentado pra simplesmente usá-lo misturado a veneno e hipocrisia. E é em vão, pois as pessoas ultimamente andam imunes a toda essa encenação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas voltando ao clichê...ainda tô confuso se passei a crer nesse clichê ou se meu caso é um fato isolado, fatalmente coincidente com a data. Mas desde ontem eu venho me questionando o sentido de interiorizar, estar apenas comigo mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agora já amanheceu e eu ainda não peguei no sono. Fatos me mostram que essa necessidade de interiorizar é real e que não havia percebido que estou muito cansado disso tudo. Mesmo. Sem entrelinhas. Preciso abandonar velhos hábitos que conscientemente me fazem mal. Preciso de mudanças drásticas e pra ontem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não quero dizer ou desejar que essa metamorfose exista apenas nesse novo ano. É daqui pra frente e sempre que se fizer necessária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preciso sumir!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Preciso de um tempo só meu!&lt;/span&gt; E preciso que esse processo de interiorização se externe para que não exista apenas no campo das ideias e acabe por morrer ali sem ao menos se cumprir. Preciso de coragem pra cumprir tudo que desejo e preciso nessa nova fase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cheguei à conclusão de que não sucumbi ao velho clichê. Foi mera coincidência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E com a mesma certeza de que não estou só, fica a de que preciso fazer isso sozinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #cccccc; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É necessário...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-483825420565840263?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/483825420565840263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/01/interiorizar-refletir-exteriorizar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/483825420565840263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/483825420565840263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2011/01/interiorizar-refletir-exteriorizar.html' title='Interiorizar, Refletir, Exteriorizar...'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TR8D7umMx3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9KmTQuQdj_w/s72-c/2843776479_36c66144dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-7026458324284811804</id><published>2010-12-28T02:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T03:55:51.151-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Piada sem graça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TRljXPNA7SI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7fFvMN9XHEI/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TRljXPNA7SI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7fFvMN9XHEI/s400/page.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só pode ser piada e de muito mau gosto o Congresso aprovar um reajuste dessa proporção no próprio salário. Com a quantidade de dinheiro que essa corja de imbecis desvia e com a quantidade de benefícios que recebem pra não fazer nada pela população, deveriam sentir vergonha só de cogitar essa possibilidade de aumento. Pior de tudo é ouvir gente dizendo que o aumento é merecido. Isso é sério mesmo? Queria que fosse apenas mais uma piada de mau gosto, mas já que não é e quer sair do plano das ideias, resta a nós, cidadãos nos mobilizarmos de alguma forma. Ou será que o povo só tem voz ativa pra definir os palhaços que entram nesse circo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ainda pior são os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mais absurdos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tipos de benefícios que eles recebem. Auxílio-moradia, auxílio-combustível, auxílio-passagem aérea, auxílio-terno... opa, auxílio-terno? o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O infeliz ganha muito além de cinco mil e ainda precisa de auxílio pra comprar terno? E por que ao invés do auxílio-terno ou gasolina ir pros parlamentares não vai pro chefe de família desempregado que precisa parcelar em quase vinte vezes no cartão de crédito uma roupa decente e estar bem vestido pra cumprir apenas &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;um&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; dos pré-requisitos pra concorrer a uma vaga de emprego, que é boa aparência? Fora receber auxílio-combustível enquanto muitos pais que não têm situação financeira confortável vivem no dilema de se apertar pra colocar os filhos numa boa escola ou matricular nessa vergonha que chamam de &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;educação pública&lt;/span&gt;. Os que, sem muita saída, optam pelas escolas particulares, além de gastar com material escolar, mensalidades quase nunca baratas e todos os custos que envolvem sustentar um filho, em muitos casos ainda precisam se preocupar com o transporte escolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Até porque se ensino público fosse realmente bom, por que os filhos dos políticos iriam estudar no exterior ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Particularmente acho absurdo o fato de estudantes de escolas particulares ou crianças, mesmo que maiores de 5 anos serem obrigadas a pagar passagem. Não existe nem um meio termo, como meia-passagem ou coisa parecida. Isso como se eles se sustentassem, né? &lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Pelo menos aqui no Rio de Janeiro é assim o lance da passagem)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Será que todos esses benefícios vão pra quem realmente precisa deles? Muita gente critica tanto programas como o Bolsa-Família, Cheque Cidadão, que vão pro povo e por que não batem na tecla desses benefícios parlamentares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ser deputado pra ter grana pra bancar orgias milionárias regadas a prostitutas, rechear as contas bancárias nas ilhas fiscais e ficar quatro anos recebendo pra aparecer bimestralmente na Câmara ou na Assembléia é mole..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queria ver quantos restariam se ao invés de aumentar, fosse decidido pelo povo reduzir o salário desses imbecis a um salário mínimo sem direito a nenhum desses benefícios absurdos que eles recebem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Talvez fosse igual aquele joguinho: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Resta 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou quem sabe, nenhum...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://revolutionmindz.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;#AUMENTONÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2234368994106976832-7026458324284811804?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7026458324284811804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/12/piada-sem-graca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7026458324284811804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7026458324284811804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/12/piada-sem-graca.html' title='Piada sem graça'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TRljXPNA7SI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7fFvMN9XHEI/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-2216021845742703831</id><published>2010-12-18T04:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T04:10:49.518-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Super-Herói</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TQxPTQcU9dI/AAAAAAAAANM/A89otFWnSxw/s1600/heroes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TQxPTQcU9dI/AAAAAAAAANM/A89otFWnSxw/s400/heroes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nos últimos dias tenho pensado muito sobre os conceitos que a gente carrega durante a vida. De onde eles vieram? Quem os inventou? Como ou por que motivos foram criados? E será que nos prendemos a eles por que acreditamos de fato ou pela ausência de uma alternativa melhor? Será que a alternativa melhor abalaria as estruturas da convicção secular?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quem inventou que o amor só existe quando é o amor padronizado pela sociedade, &amp;nbsp;por pessoas de mesma raça, classe social, entre homem e mulher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quem inventou que pra ser bonito tem que estar dentro dos padrões de moda e beleza? Aliás, quem criou a padronização?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E quem disse que super-herói &amp;nbsp;é aquela pessoa super sarada com super poderes que sempre salva o mundo das ameaças mais surreais, destroem monstros intergalácticos ou salvam a princesa do castelo encantado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pra mim herói é o cara que diariamente vence as adversidades da vida com dignidade e com um sorriso no rosto. Que apesar da vida e do salário sofrido, faz das tripas, coração pra ver o filho numa boa escola, pra ter uma boa educação, ter caráter. É o cara que nem passando necessidade sucumbe a se aproveitar da desgraça alheia em benefício próprio. São pessoas que lutam em prol de alguma causa, mesmo sabendo que caso se omitissem, não seriam prejudicadas por aquilo. São os que se doam sem esperar nada em troca. São aqueles que depois de um dia cão, chegam em casa com um sorriso no rosto, cuidam e se interessam pelo bem-estar dos seus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heróis pra mim são as pessoas que se sacrificam em nome de um ideal maior e mesmo sob o comando de ditadores, ousaram bradar e questionar tudo o que não se encaixava e era injusto, alguns sem nem precisar derramar sangue pra isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aqui fica minha sincera homenagem a :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Jesus Cristo&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Madre Teresa&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Chico Mendes&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Irmã Dulce&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Profeta Gentileza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Che Guevara&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Joana D'Arc&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Anita Garibaldi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;São Francisco de Assis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Maria&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; e a todos aqueles que mesmo no anonimato, mesmo sem estar no hall da fama da História Mundial lutaram pra nos deixar um legado de paz e fraternidade. Ou que simplesmente decidiram ousar e lutar por seus objetivos em prol de algo maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E fica a pergunta. Qual o seu conceito de herói ou pessoa bem sucedida? Alguém que vive financeiramente bem, com dez carros na garagem, milhões de ações na Bolsa de Valores? Alguém que tem todas as pessoas aos seus pés, mesmo que por interesse? Ser alguém famoso? Ter o corpo daquela atriz magérrima?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você nunca parou pra pensar que talvez haja falhas no seu conceito e que ele precisa se reciclar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nunca parou pra pensar nas coisas que você fez quase que automaticamente durante toda a sua vida e que não fazem sentido nenhum pra você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pensa um pouquinho vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E valorize quem realmente merece...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;#ficadica!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, oh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TQcTCgRumtI/AAAAAAAAANI/9nn4KTmEIiY/s1600/selo_laranja_atomica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="80" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TQcTCgRumtI/AAAAAAAAANI/9nn4KTmEIiY/s320/selo_laranja_atomica.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TQcTCgRumtI/AAAAAAAAANI/9nn4KTmEIiY/s1600/selo_laranja_atomica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Confesso que senti muito feliz ao receber essa presente da minha queridíssima amiga Carol, que vem me acompanhando desde o início do ano no nosso curso e recentemente nos presenteou com sua sensibilidade, trazendo à blogosfera o &lt;a href="http://noitesroubadas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noites de Sono Roubadas por Pensamentos&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Quem quiser, pode conferir lá, que não vai se arrepender. EU AGARANTCHOOO! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trata-se de um selo, e como já dizia o Homem-Aranha: "Grandes poderes vêm com grandes responsabilidades". Ou seja, preciso continuar o ciclo. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eis a missão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preciso presentear 10 autores de blog com esse selo, avisá-los sobre o selo e trazer pra blogosfera 10 coisas sobre a minha pessoa. E quem receber o selo, precisa repetir o processo.. E assim vai &lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Primeira parte: Os escolhidos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://adoteoamor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adote o Amor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://tarciotavares.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aonde as Aves Vão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://leticiaramoss.blogspot.com/"&gt;As Cores do Vento&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://desligandovicios.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desligando Vícios&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://paulobraccini-filosofo.blogspot.com/"&gt;E&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;nfim! é o que tem pra hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://gabrieladelimamoura.blogspot.com/"&gt;Esconderijo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://justoedigno.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justo e Digno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://amandafgs.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Feet is my Only Carriage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://samanthamoragas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Por Mim Mesma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://reter-essencias.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ser Essência [e] Muito Mais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Segunda Parte: About me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Sou apaixonado por livros #ficadicaprapresente :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;Minhas bandas e artistas favoritos são Pitty, Forfun, O Teatro Mágico, Cássia Eller, Cazuza, Legião Urbana, Scracho, Capital Inicial, mas não tenho critérios rigorosos quanto a estilos. Prefiro não me prender a rótulos, o que facilita conhecer coisas legais, mas que as pessoas torcem o nariz. Curto rock, pop-rock, samba, MPB, bossa nova, música cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;ássi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;ca... enfim. Tudo numa coisa só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Meus dois maiores objetivos são: viajar muito pra conhecer o máximo de lugares, sabores, culturas e sensações possíveis e continuar lutando pra construir uma sociedade mais justa, com menos desigualdade e intolerância.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Fico puto da vida com corrupção, gente que joga lixo na rua, abusa e maltrata pessoas e animais. E não suporto gente covarde!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; Tenho uma ligação muito forte com o Criador e essa ligação tão especial não vem especificamente de nenhuma religião.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; Sou paradoxal. Extremamente teimoso com as minhas convicções ao mesmo tempo que sou muito suscetível a novas possibilidades. Basta ter um porquê praquilo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;Sou perdidamente apaixonado pela vida e por todas as coisas simples oferecidas por ela. Também sou apaixonado pela minha família, pelos meus amigos, pela Natureza, por crianças, animais e idosos e por toda forma de Arte existente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não pretendo morrer antes de falar pelo menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; idiomas e concluir as faculdades de Psicologia, Serviço Social, Jornalismo, Letras, História e Fotografia. rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt;AMO escrever. Me encanta a possibilidade de poder me expressar livremente. De dividir meus pensamentos da forma mais livre que consigo encontrar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; Sou um dos criadores do Projeto &lt;a href="http://revolutionmindz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Revolution Mind'z&lt;/a&gt;. Tenho certeza de que através desse projeto e de pessoas dispostas a buscar mudanças, as coisas na sociedade vão começar a se acertar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; 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text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas isso não impede que eu repita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É bonita&lt;/span&gt;, é bonita &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; é bonita!&lt;/span&gt; ♪&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-824327178711298696?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/824327178711298696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/12/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/824327178711298696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/824327178711298696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/12/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TP8I_TilY2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PQfkLUk8jL8/s72-c/AUTO-SINTONIA+-+Mediunidade+de+Cura+-+DEUS+NO+SOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-2038058367048407157</id><published>2010-12-01T02:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T03:30:50.381-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doe-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É meio estranho quando a gente sente vontade de mudar. Incontrolável e inexplicável. Só acontece e ponto. Mas acho que agora, a palavra certa não é mudança. Aposto em renovação. De certo modo, exorcismo. Me livrar do que já não serve mais. Fim de um ciclo. O que não significa que se não me serve, também não serve pra mais ninguém. Faz toda a diferença pra quem precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Essa semana eu tava em casa e passando o olho no meu guarda-roupa, notei peças que não uso há tempos. Então pra que deixar acumulando se ninguém usa? Por que não separar e doar pra alguém que tenha necessidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;roupas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, o lance da doação também se aplica a &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;brinquedos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;calçados&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;alimentos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;material de higiene&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;material escolar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, aquele &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;móvel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que você quer se desfazer. Nem tudo o que você não usa mais precisa ser vendido, trocado, leiloado ou qualquer outra transação baseada em dinheiro. Tá na hora das pessoas começarem a entender que existem coisas muito mais importantes além do que é material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah, caso você não possa doar nada do que foi citado, eis a boa notícia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você também pode doar um sorriso, um pouquinho do seu tempo, uma habilidade sua , um pouquinho de afeto, de atenção pra alguém que precisa. Além de fazer um bem danado, você certamente vai fazer o dia ou a vida de alguém melhor. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;P.S: Depois vou colocar lá no blog do &lt;a href="http://revolutionmindz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Revolution Mind'z&lt;/a&gt; uma lista de possíveis coisas e lugares pra fazer doação e pra se doar. Lembrando que solidariedade não tem época certa, pode ser feita durante o ano inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E caso alguém tenha alguma sugestão de como se doar ou de posto de doação, deixa aqui, please! :&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fica a dica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-2038058367048407157?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/2038058367048407157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/12/doe-se.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/2038058367048407157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/2038058367048407157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/12/doe-se.html' title='Doe-se!'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TPXSGSr5a9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/8mS8sDBK8g4/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-1276091891758170414</id><published>2010-11-29T05:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T03:33:03.501-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TPNTLFVW_0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/FfgPZn3-Wgk/s1600/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TPNTLFVW_0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/FfgPZn3-Wgk/s400/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nós, brasileiros sempre nos orgulhamos ao dizer que nosso país não é vítima de catástrofes naturais, guerras e afins. Mas hoje, aqui no Rio de Janeiro, o clima continua sendo de tensão. Não há sorrisos. O medo e a desconfiança estão estampados na cara das pessoas. A guerra aqui não é por sobrevivência, não é pelo anseio desesperado por um pedaço de pão mofado ou um pouco de água pra quem morre de fome ou sede. Não que o Brasil ou o Rio de Janeiro sejam lugares onde não há desigualdade, onde não há gente passando fome. Sim, isso existe aqui. Mas não a ponto de matar ou se arriscar a morrer por isso. Aqui, a&amp;nbsp; guerra é civil. Entre irmãos. A guerra aqui existe por um motivo nem um pouco nobre, que não tem justificativa. A guerra aqui é por &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #666666;"&gt;poder&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Facções com &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;um histórico secular de rivalidade &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;se unindo pra acabar com os policiais que querem extinguir o tráfico (ou pelo menos os traficantes).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em tempo, não sou a favor a nenhum tipo de guerra, muito menos de violência.&amp;nbsp; Mas apesar de tudo, não consigo entender como essas pessoas que andam aterrorizando a cidade podem fazer isso com seus irmãos mais próximos... Pessoas essas que compartilham dos mesmos anseios, das mesmas lutas e fé por dias melhores, das mesmas dificuldades,&amp;nbsp; da mesma esperança.... E embora eu acredite que somos todos filhos do mesmo Criador e habitantes de um mesmo lar, é mais fácil compreender as necessidades dos nossos irmãos mais próximos.&amp;nbsp; Então por que, sabendo disso tudo, essas pessoas insistem em nos aterrorizar assim?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confesso que em um momento de desespero, cheguei a imaginar que talvez o fim dos tais bandidos fosse a melhor saída pra isso tudo. Mas agora, na minha condição de ser humano, me sinto extremamente envergonhado por ter chegado a cogitar essa possibilidade. Não condiz comigo, apesar do desespero. E não acho que apenas a ocupação das comunidades pelas Forças Armadas seja a solução. Faz parte da solução. Além disso, é necessário que ao invés de discriminar essas pessoas que vivem em comunidades, que são rotuladas de vagabundos, bandidos e coisas piores apenas por viver em comunidades, se investisse em cultura, educação. Pensar em formar cidadãos, pensadores e pessoas de bem ao invés de transformá-las em mais um número nas estatísticas de pessoas sem perspectiva de futuro. Reduzir as chances de ter miseráveis seduzidos pelo crime, pelas drogas e ter a desgraça alheia ou a nossa própria desgraça como conseqüência disso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Também faz parte dessa solução ocupar a mente dessas pessoas que cometeram crimes e que ocupam as cadeias e penitenciárias. Fazê-los prestar serviços, trabalhar com alguma coisa em prol da população como forma de pagamento à alimentação, moradia e tudo que têm direito na prisão, e não apenas vivendo como parasitas, comendo, bebendo de graça e queimando colchões em rebeliões por saber que no dia seguinte terão novos. Oferecer educação, aprendizado a eles, mostrar que há uma chance de recomeço no futuro...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isso sem esquecer que também faz parte dessa solução extender essa 'caça às bruxas' aos maiores culpados. Os &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;chefes do tráfico&lt;/span&gt;, que pra mim, estão infiltrados na liderança das grandes empresas, na política... Pessoas que fazem parte desse esquema por pura ganância, que não estão nessa por falta de oportunidades ou por não terem gozado de boa educação. Estão nessa por uma falsa necessidade de ter mais do que se tem e que lhes é necessário.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me arrisco a dizer que se os poderosos desse esquema, aqueles que se escondem atrás desses títulos sociais não forem punidos como estão sendo os que vivem nos morros e atualmente estampam os noticiários, poderiam morrer cem, quinhentos desses que estão sendo caçados pela Polícia, pelo Exército e todas as Armadas e esse infeliz círculo vicioso, infelizmente continuaria a existir. Pois continuariam a existir miseráveis sem dignidade e acesso a educação e cultura, que no seu desespero, topariam a primeira oportunidade de sair dessa miséria, fosse essa oportunidade lícita ou não.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Continuariam a existir pais que vendem a inocência e a dignidade de seus filhos em troca de um prato de arroz e feijão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Continuaria a existir o ódio e o desespero tentando tomar um lugar que pertence ao &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não apenas o Rio de Janeiro...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O mundo inteiro pede paz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(embora muitas pessoas que pedem por isso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;não movam um dedo pra que isso aconteça...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://revolutionmindz.blogspot.com/"&gt;@revolutionmindz &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-1276091891758170414?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1276091891758170414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/11/medo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1276091891758170414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1276091891758170414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/11/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TPNTLFVW_0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/FfgPZn3-Wgk/s72-c/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-1531683418445272434</id><published>2010-11-14T09:41:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T06:44:39.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Laboratório Urbano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♫ Largado na cidade, eu paro e reparo como é capaz ...♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TN93MNAmsrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NLeeeuL1bE4/s1600/Correria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TN93MNAmsrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NLeeeuL1bE4/s320/Correria.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E se é... esses dias tenho trampado na rua, divulgando o curso de um amigo meu. Estar do lado B, ou seja, fazer parte da cena ao invés de ser só mais um entre os milhões de peças provisórias que passam diariamente, te dá a oportunidade de ver as coisas sob outra óptica, de ter uma experiência urbanóide-humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A partir disso, começam a surgir os questionamentos e considerações a respeito disso. As ruas são verdadeiros observatórios do comportamento humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conheci um coroa incrível, que falou comigo sobre fraternidade... sobre sermos todos iguais perante a Deus e ao Universo e que é perda de tempo ficar se dividindo em rótulos... que somos tudo ser humano, então é tudo igual... nada de raça, classe social ou o que quer que seja ser ou não ser superior... Enfim, foi uma conversa meio que rápida, mas curti muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Uma coisa superestranha, é que ali pude perceber que há pessoas que fazem questão de ser antipáticas e esnobes. Eu só não entendo o porquê disso tudo. Pra quê? Pra auto-afirmar e exibir seu conceito furado de superioridade social, estético, intelectual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Infelizmente, essa é uma das faces da nossa realidade: As pessoas se definem pelo que possuem e não pelo que são de fato. O advogado ou diretor, que fica indignado quando não é chamado de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;doutor&lt;/b&gt;, porque a identidade dele agora se resume a isso, seu título ou profissão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria saber quando as pessoas vão perceber que o que importa é o que somos e não o que possuímos. Que quem gosta da gente de fato não vai deixar de gostar se ontem éramos ricos e hoje já não somos, se éramos populares e hoje já não somos. Tem tanta gente que não tem nada de material a oferecer e vive cercada de amigos, não é verdade? Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mais sobre a mente humana é papo pra outra hora... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;¡ Hasta la missión!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-1531683418445272434?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1531683418445272434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/11/laboratorio-urbano.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1531683418445272434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1531683418445272434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/11/laboratorio-urbano.html' title='Laboratório Urbano'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TN93MNAmsrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NLeeeuL1bE4/s72-c/Correria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-354768910695089529</id><published>2010-11-10T01:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:38:25.918-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Há alguns dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TNoQz0GCMrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iaCSyr3CTMg/s1600/balao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TNoQz0GCMrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iaCSyr3CTMg/s400/balao.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♫ Na vida tudo tem um tempo pra passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pelo menos eu tentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pelo menos me esforcei pra ficar tranquilo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não sei porquê, mas acordei preocupado. Na verdade, talvez eu saiba o porquê dessa preocupação. Já faz dois dias que não consigo dormir direito. Não sei se ontem foi mais tranquilo porque deveria ser um prelúdio pra hoje. Ah, hoje... o que aconteceu comigo hoje? Foi tudo tão intenso, tão real... tão real que já me peguei pensando em quanto disso é verídico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acordei assustado e mexeu tanto comigo que eu podia sentir meu coração enviando sangue pra todas as veias e artérias que ele conseguia. Tudo isso acontecendo ao mesmo tempo me deu muita coisa pra pensar. E ainda tô pensando nisso tudo. Tentando entender por que as coisas têm que acontecer dessa forma. Por que não dava pra ser tudo mais simples, sem enrolação e sem joguete? Sem tanto padrão social, moral, religioso, lógico, enfim? Por mais que eu saiba que as coisas não são de fato simples, queria imensamente que elas fossem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No fim, eu sei que por mais que as coisas aconteçam, eu sempre vou me reerguer e seguir em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É esse o meu caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♫ Pelo menos eu tentei chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;mas acontece que a vida não me deixa desabar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-354768910695089529?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/354768910695089529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-alguns-dias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/354768910695089529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/354768910695089529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-alguns-dias.html' title='Há alguns dias...'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TNoQz0GCMrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iaCSyr3CTMg/s72-c/balao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-1399535294561608272</id><published>2010-10-24T19:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:20:50.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Rainbow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TMSiH7bvjhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1ejsK3bZcj4/s1600/Somewhere_Over_The_Rainbow__by_AutumnSundays.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TMSiH7bvjhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1ejsK3bZcj4/s320/Somewhere_Over_The_Rainbow__by_AutumnSundays.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que existe além do arco-íris?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por que será que nós, quando crianças, imaginamos que além dele, há tesouros infinitos, com os quais poderemos comprar todos os brinquedos, doces e tudo mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje em dia, são outras coisas que queria encontrar no fim dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ali, queria encontrar um lugar onde as pessoas se amassem e se respeitassem verdadeiramente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Onde as diferenças fossem meros detalhes e não os motivos para as guerras, o ódio entre as pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Onde as pessoas entendessem que o planeta é um presente muito especial enviado pelo Criador  e que precisamos cuidar dele, porque ele é a nossa casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um lugar onde houvesse menos dor, menos sofrimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na verdade, meu desejo é que tudo isso exista não apenas além do arco-íris, mas em cada cantinho desse mundão afora. Em cada coração. Em você. Em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por aí...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-1399535294561608272?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1399535294561608272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/10/over-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1399535294561608272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1399535294561608272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/10/over-rainbow.html' title='Over the Rainbow...'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TMSiH7bvjhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1ejsK3bZcj4/s72-c/Somewhere_Over_The_Rainbow__by_AutumnSundays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-8479541370444359311</id><published>2010-10-24T18:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:46:40.550-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Força Maior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TMSYhg1Kg0I/AAAAAAAAAME/H50WZu2FtsA/s1600/AUTO-SINTONIA+-+PACI%C3%8ANCIA+-+IN%C3%89RCIA+-+ESCORA+-+CAMINHAR+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TMSYhg1Kg0I/AAAAAAAAAME/H50WZu2FtsA/s320/AUTO-SINTONIA+-+PACI%C3%8ANCIA+-+IN%C3%89RCIA+-+ESCORA+-+CAMINHAR+.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não consigo palavras pra definir a boa onda que me envolve agora. Tô sentindo uma alegria imensa, inenarrável fluindo pelo meu corpo/espírito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Nesse instante, o que eu sinto é Unidade, uma espécie de comunhão com o Divino. Eu realmente não sei dizer quais são as fronteiras entre o material e o imaterial. É como se isso fosse uma resposta a tudo que eu tenho sentido ultimamente, ou alguma coisa dizendo apenas que eu tenho que continuar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Queria saber explicar... é como se agora no meu peito tivesse se reunido todo o Amor existente no Universo e eu sentisse que ele quer transbordar! Quer curar, cicatrizar feridas, existir sem pretensão. Apenas existir e fluir. Quer com isso, fazer as pessoas se sintonizarem com esse sentimento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa vibe maravilhosa vai se propagar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E de uma coisa eu tenho certeza...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;nunca&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; estou só....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Obrigado, Papai! =)&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/2234368994106976832-8479541370444359311?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/8479541370444359311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-consigo-palavras-pra-definir-boa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8479541370444359311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8479541370444359311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-consigo-palavras-pra-definir-boa.html' title='Força Maior'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TMSYhg1Kg0I/AAAAAAAAAME/H50WZu2FtsA/s72-c/AUTO-SINTONIA+-+PACI%C3%8ANCIA+-+IN%C3%89RCIA+-+ESCORA+-+CAMINHAR+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-6938909195583215860</id><published>2010-10-21T17:39:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:07:05.063-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Que País é Esse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TMCUYBvLaOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dUchwNjrfEo/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;E&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TMCUYBvLaOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dUchwNjrfEo/s320/page.jpg" border="0" width="320" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Às vezes, eu fico tentando imaginar de que buracos saem tantos políticos em época de eleição. Também tento imaginar onde é possível encontrá-los no pós-eleição. Porque em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;época de eleições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;eles parecem missionários. Vão até os lugares mais improváveis do país, onde até Deus talvez duvide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O mais engraçado é que tem político sem dar as caras nos últimos 4 anos e agora vem tentar reeleição. É muita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;cara de pau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, vontade de melhorar o país! ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Se você pergunta às pessoas quem é Fulano de Tal ou Beltrano, raramente vai ouvir que alguém conhece pelas leis criadas que beneficiam a população ou porque tem uma história de luta pela nação, pelas pessoas... Geralmente, os que são "conhecidos" pelo povo têm esse feito por consequência da musiquinha da moda na sua campanha, por ter seu rosto estampado nos milhares de cartazes espalhados por aí, por ser apadrinhado por alguém influente, por conta dos escândalos políticos que diariamente enfeitam as manchetes. Enfim, é vergonhoso, mas é isso que a gente vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; E eu pergunto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Será que é disso que a população precisa? De uma corja de safados que DESAPARECEM quando eleitos e, em ano de eleição vem asfaltar uma ruela, construir ou reformar uma pracinha pra dizer que fizeram muito pela população?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Cadê os investimentos na educação? Cadê as bibliotecas, os centros de pesquisa destinados à população? Cadê as escolas, com educadores qualificados e melhor remunerados, se é através deles, que cuidam da educação, que se deposita toda a esperança de um país melhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Onde estão os investimentos na Saúde, na Cultura, na proteção do Meio Ambiente? Nas cuecas dos políticos? Em suas contas na Suíça, nas Bahamas ou quaisquer outros paraísos fiscais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;E toda a sujeira deixada por essa campanha suja? O que é feito com os panfletos, outdoors que ficam aí sujando a cidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Qual a nossa responsabilidade ou nosso papel nisso tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Será que nós, cidadãos, só existimos ou temos voz ativa pra decidir quem são os próximos palhaços a entrar nesse circo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;alhaços, perdão pela comparação. Vocês não merecem ser ofendidos dessa maneira ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Fica a dica do documentário "Sintomas do Absurdo - O Lixo Eleitoral"... fala exatamente sobre isso... políticos que acha que devem ser eleitos pela maior quantidade de propaganda com sorrisos falsos, e não pelas melhores ideias e propostas... mas não é só isso, nesse doc tem muito mais... só colar lá ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lt9rOOiOEU0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lt9rOOiOEU0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;People, think about! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-6938909195583215860?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6938909195583215860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/10/que-pais-e-esse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6938909195583215860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6938909195583215860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/10/que-pais-e-esse.html' title='Que País é Esse?'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TMCUYBvLaOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dUchwNjrfEo/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-4413698968129502420</id><published>2010-10-02T02:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:01:39.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Questione?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TKa9iljjBOI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZTjQ8fbrWbo/s1600/camisa_de_forca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TKa9iljjBOI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZTjQ8fbrWbo/s320/camisa_de_forca.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cadê o sono quando mais precisamos dele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;São quase 2h da manhã e eu deveria estar dormindo, pois por volta das 5h preciso estar de pé. Bem, eu deveria... mas não estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tô tentando dormir, mas não consigo de jeito nenhum.. como deitar e dormir não é tão simples como apertar um botãozinho, apagar-se e só acordar no dia seguinte com horário programado, os pensamentos invadem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na tentativa de dormir, surgiu uma vontade indomável de colocar tudo isso pra fora, tinha que fazer isso. Me senti como um viciado em drogas em crise de abstinência quando percebi que a caneta começou a falhar. Rodei a casa toda atrás de outra e... nothing, nada feito! Conseguir uma caneta ou qualquer outro treco que escrevesse significava acordar a casa inteira. Por sorte, ou intervenção divina, a caneta resolveu voltar a funcionar =). Eu realmente precisava disso #tenso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E a questão de hoje é... questionamento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na minha tentativa de sono, lembrei da minha ex-chefe, pessoa extremamente autoritária. Às vezes, ela ficava extremamente irritada quando falava alguma coisa e eu questionava ou sugeria uma outra opção que divergisse da sua. Era: EU MANDO! EU QUERO ASSIM e ponto. Faltavam-lhe argumentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Voltando a outra época. Também tive problemas com pessoas de hierarquia superior. O motivo? Eu ponderava demais, questionava tudo, queria saber o porquê de tudo. O que gerava incômodo nessas pessoas era o fato de às vezes eu colocar em questão coisas que nem elas sabiam o porquê. Faziam certas coisas durante anos e nunca se preocuparam em saber por que, qual a importância daquilo ou se poderiam modificar aquilo de alguma forma. Parecia que, de alguma forma pelo menos pra elas, questioná-las&amp;nbsp; colocava-as em xeque, expunha suas fragilidades, lembrando-as que também eram meros mortais e que não existia pedestal que os separasse dos demais. São só marionetes que fazem "o que tem que ser feito", sem vontade própria, sem sonhos, sem vida,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Era como dissolver sua autoridade. Mas a intenção nunca foi essa. O único objetivo era saber o porquê das coisas. Só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As pessoas não vêem que às vezes, apesar da superioridade do cargo, é apenas isso. Um cargo. Esquecem que independente do cargo, são seres humanos, feitos de carne, osso e coração. Que foram abençoados com o dom do &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Pensamento&lt;/b&gt; e que questionar é uma característica inerente a isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já ouvi dizerem que sou complicado por isso, porque quero saber o porquê de tudo. Será que sou realmente complicado por conta disso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Qual o problema de questionar? E qual a importância de questionar? Por que &lt;b&gt;não&lt;/b&gt; questionar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Será que se questionássemos mais, a sociedade seria o caos que é hoje? Será que haveria tanta gente enganando o povo na cara-dura ou tanta desigualdade por aí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pois pra mim, questionar é parte vital da busca pela evolução e uma vida sem questionamentos é uma vida vazia. Questionar é preciso. Pensar por conta própria é preciso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Indague-se! Questione-se! Liberte-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E quem eu sou?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ha, vai saber o que o gorila pensa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-4413698968129502420?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4413698968129502420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/10/questione.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4413698968129502420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4413698968129502420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/10/questione.html' title='Questione?'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TKa9iljjBOI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZTjQ8fbrWbo/s72-c/camisa_de_forca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-635871762528590747</id><published>2010-09-26T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:20:20.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TJ_wdwtvj5I/AAAAAAAAALM/4RsHw-aDSeY/s1600/anaeomar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TJ_wdwtvj5I/AAAAAAAAALM/4RsHw-aDSeY/s320/anaeomar.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que é que o mar não se apaixona por uma lagoa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que a gente nunca sabe de quem vai gostar... 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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Ana e o Mar)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E é só...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-635871762528590747?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/635871762528590747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/09/por-que-e-que-o-mar-nao-se-apaixona-por.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/635871762528590747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/635871762528590747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/09/por-que-e-que-o-mar-nao-se-apaixona-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TJ_wdwtvj5I/AAAAAAAAALM/4RsHw-aDSeY/s72-c/anaeomar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-7037562800175023952</id><published>2010-09-22T00:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:17:43.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao passo da expressão =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TJorSuuziLI/AAAAAAAAALE/vF0ckRBtSK0/s1600/4902083996_8a02a3ee32_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TJorSuuziLI/AAAAAAAAALE/vF0ckRBtSK0/s320/4902083996_8a02a3ee32_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519771894077950130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.scracho.com.br/"&gt;Scracho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; é o bicho! Pra quem ainda não conhece, fica a dica! É bom demais poder conhecer um pouco mais a conduta de pessoas que você admira. O show foi 'do caraaai', desde o começo com 'Treze' (não podia ter começado melhor *-*), passando pelas deliciosas 'Bom Dia', 'A Menina Dança', 'Canção pra te Mostrar', 'Divina Comédia' e o gran finale com 'Morena'. A galera tava correspondendo à vibe da banda em catarse, era contagiante, alucinótico... Além da vibe do show,  incrível do começo ao fim, não podia deixar de falar da imensa humildade full-time do Diego, vocal da banda, da atitude, de parar o show pra chamar a atenção dos manés que se estapearam lá no meio do show e de separar um tempinho no meio do show pra trocar ideia e tentar conscientizar a galera sobre nossa sociedade, política e sobre podermos ser a tão sonhada mudança, tão almejada por todos nós.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O pós-show foi demais... mais uma vez, ponto pra humildade e ao carinho com que fomos recebidos pela galera da banda =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Deu pra conversar um pouco com o &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/diegoscracho"&gt;Diego&lt;/a&gt; sobre o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://revolutionmindz.blogspot.com/"&gt;RM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; e agora é esperar pra ver no que dá. Espero que possamos batalhar lado-a-lado por esse ideal. Que possamos ajudar tantas pessoas quanto pudermos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Felizmente, a galera disposta a lutar por isso tá começando a perceber como estão as coisas atualmente e surgindo pra reforçar no exército dessa não tão simples, porém gratificante missão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; ♫ E eu fiz essa canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;     Ao passo da expressão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O melhor está por vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-7037562800175023952?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7037562800175023952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/09/definitivamente-scracho-e-o-bicho-pra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7037562800175023952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7037562800175023952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/09/definitivamente-scracho-e-o-bicho-pra.html' title='Ao passo da expressão =)'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TJorSuuziLI/AAAAAAAAALE/vF0ckRBtSK0/s72-c/4902083996_8a02a3ee32_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-5307238625247174972</id><published>2010-08-08T23:38:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:28:18.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for the revolution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TF9le1St1GI/AAAAAAAAAK0/D9Wba7gYBPg/s1600/feee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TF9le1St1GI/AAAAAAAAAK0/D9Wba7gYBPg/s320/feee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503228850046096482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Post de hoje dedicado a uma boa causa, algo em que eu acredito e pretendo lutar até o fim!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa sementinha se chama &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=4864957845280247261"&gt;Revolution Mind'z&lt;/a&gt; e acho que não rola pretensão de querer mudar o mundo. A gente sabe que há muito trabalho, muitas coisas que há tempos precisam ser melhoradas, mas ainda não foram. A ideia não foi criada por nenhum gênio, mas por pessoas comuns, assim como você. A diferença é que essas pessoas não suportam mais ver gente morrendo de fome, frio... crianças sendo abandonadas pelos pais pra mais tarde serem seduzidas pelo crime e pelas drogas, o planeta ser covardemente agredido pela ganância humana e ser obrigado a usar todas essas catástrofes que temos presenciado como resposta. São pessoas que não querem mais isso e acham que de algum modo é hora das pessoas despertarem pra isso. Que é hora de deixar de ser egoísta e agir em busca de mudanças mesmo tendo certeza de que aquele mal nunca vai te atingir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tempo. Ao contrário do que muita gente pensa, fazer revolução não significa batalhas sangrentas, rebeliões sem propósito, guerras apenas por poder, baderna... Revolução representa um modo novo de ver e tentar melhorar as coisas. Representa a luta contra o desamor, a ganância, a ignorância, o preconceito, a desigualdade... E isso se combate usando respeito, amor ao próximo, solidariedade, gentileza, educação... levando até as pessoas a Cultura, as Artes, a capacidade de pensar por elas próprias... fazê-las enxergar que elas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; muito mais além do que as pessoas tentam limitá-las e que dentro delas existe uma Luz de poderes inimagináveis e que elas podem SIM lutar por mudanças, bradar contra a covardia dos políticos e tudo que ha de incoerente e desigual no nosso país e no mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A semente foi plantada... resta cuidar para que ela se torne uma enorme árvore com belíssimos frutos.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;VOCÊ PODE... Então, de quem depende? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=4864957845280247261"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Projeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://revolutionmindz.blogspot.com"&gt;Blog [em construção]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=105254196"&gt;Comunidade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/revolutionmindz"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat no MSN:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;group142383@groupsim.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;P.S.: Créditos da foto - Fernanda Machado, a moça da foto. Pessoa maravilhosa, que faz um trabalho lindíssimo com arte de rua, é sem explicação! Sempre conseguindo despertar o que há de melhor nas pessoas.  Que Papai do Céu abençoe sempre, Fê! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-5307238625247174972?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5307238625247174972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-ready.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5307238625247174972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5307238625247174972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready for the revolution?'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TF9le1St1GI/AAAAAAAAAK0/D9Wba7gYBPg/s72-c/feee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-5965194953955709032</id><published>2010-07-25T16:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:54:41.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendedor de Sonhos..  #freehug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TEzcayuJNJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZopJLOV-wH0/s1600/101_0453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TEzcayuJNJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZopJLOV-wH0/s320/101_0453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498011597962556562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, quanto tempo... acho que essa distância de tempo me fez perder o jeito... ou papel e caneta, chateados com o suposto abandono, decidiram me pregar uma peça?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Bem, creio que hoje a vontade de escrever é maior que os caprichos de ambos. So, let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Dia desses, eu e minha turma tivemos aula no Pão de Açúcar. Alegria total, né? No dia anterior à aula, ao chegar em casa, tive muita vontade de extender a campanha do "Free Hug". Mas eu queria algo a mais. Além do abraço, que particularmente eu acho incrível, queria de mais algum modo, tentar sensibilizar as pessoas, fazê-las enxergar sua humanidade, ora adormecida dentro delas. Então, resolvi acrescentar à campanha palavras que remetem à positividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sempre rola aquele receio da primeira vez, né? De talvez não conseguir chegar ao objetivo. Mas sabemos que pra muita coisa na vida, é chegado o momento em que tem que acontecer, precisa ser feito. Então, coragi homi, rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Resultado. O movimento foi lindo, não podia ter sido melhor. Como tudo na vida é questão de opinião, muita gente torceu o nariz, outras pessoas meio receosas com o que pra elas é novo, mas as pessoas que aderiam à campanha vinham de peito aberto e era possível sentir a vibe sincera que emanava destes. A recompensa é o sorriso sincero nas pessoas, a sensação de ter feito o dia de alguém melhor, a troca de energia... Tudo isso é impagável!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Acabou que tudo isso só aumentou a vontade de sair por aí vendendo sonhos, ajudando a cicatrizar feridas, superar traumas. Mostrar pras pessoas que a vida é muito breve e que é nosso dever fazer dessa curta estadia a melhor possível.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sinto que muito do que acontece no mundo é resultado da ausência de amor entre as pessoas, da vaidade, do egoísmo, da ganância desenfreada, da falta de empatia, de saber se colocar no lugar do outro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A busca do conhecimento e do auto-conhecimento, a superação dessas deficiências, o reconhecimento e a luta contra muitas dessas fragilidades  são partes desse processo de evolução da raça humana. É a partir daí que as coisas começam a se acertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;EXISTE SOLUÇÃO! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-5965194953955709032?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5965194953955709032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/07/vendedor-de-sonhos-freehug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5965194953955709032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5965194953955709032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/07/vendedor-de-sonhos-freehug.html' title='Vendedor de Sonhos..  #freehug!'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TEzcayuJNJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZopJLOV-wH0/s72-c/101_0453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-6692335999928280689</id><published>2010-06-19T23:47:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:02:34.191-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TB2m0E81tcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EG3ROKw7qC0/s1600/semente.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484723334819460546" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TB2m0E81tcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EG3ROKw7qC0/s320/semente.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 262px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Isso realmente me deixa confuso. Acredito que pra conseguir as coisas que se almeja seja vital tentar lutar pelo que se quer. Por outro lado, em certos momentos parece que devemos deixar que as coisas se encaixem naturalmente, cientes de que já fizemos nossa parte e que a única coisa que nos resta é esperar que as coisas se encaixem naturalmente, cientes de que já fizemos nossa parte e que a única coisa que nos resta é esperar que nossas ações produzam reações. De qualquer forma, você precisa fechar o ciclo da semeadura para que o da colheita possa ser aberto. E pular fases desses ciclos pode ser extremamente perigoso. Creio já ter passado por todas as fases e a única coisa que preciso fazer é fechar esse ciclo. E isso não depende apenas de mim. É aí que reside o problema. Juro que tô tentando de todas as formas resolver isso tudo. Colocar de vez as cartas na mesa, ter certeza de que fiz a minha parte e só. De que fechei o ciclo e os frutos da colheita não dependem mais de mim. E eis a dúvida. Será que depois que o ciclo da semeadura fechar, a época da colheita vem de fato, seja ela boa ou ruim?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra que tanto obstáculo no que deveria ser tão simples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que fechar esse ciclo tá tão difícil?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por quê? ¿ Por qué? Perchè? Pourquoi? Why? Warum? Hoekom? Pse? Pousika? Hvorfor? Miksi? Mengapa? Dlaczego? Varför? De ce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 45%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ufa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ E mesmo com tantos motivos&lt;br /&gt;Pra deixar tudo como está..&lt;br /&gt;Nem desistir nem tentar agora&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Estamos indo de volta pra casa... ♫ ♫&lt;br /&gt;(Por Enquanto - Cássia Eller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-6692335999928280689?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6692335999928280689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/fases.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6692335999928280689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6692335999928280689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/fases.html' title='Fases'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TB2m0E81tcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EG3ROKw7qC0/s72-c/semente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-4714799356442362763</id><published>2010-06-19T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:54:23.867-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Às vezes me dá enjôo de gente. Depois passa e fico de novo toda curiosa e atenta. E é só."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-4714799356442362763?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4714799356442362763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4714799356442362763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4714799356442362763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-2856264881306219796</id><published>2010-06-19T12:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:52:04.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Choque Térmico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBznxkmf45I/AAAAAAAAAKM/uARh_sKiYI4/s1600/alma-morrendo-62c44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBznxkmf45I/AAAAAAAAAKM/uARh_sKiYI4/s320/alma-morrendo-62c44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484513285055177618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Do céu ao inferno. Do inferno ao céu. Do céu ao inferno. E do inferno ao céu novamente. É assim mesmo, bem extremo. Me parece que hoje, felizmente, alguém me fez dar uma acordada. E conseguir ver as coisas de outro modo, aliás, do modo alheio é bem intrigante. Eu só estava, involuntariamente, vendo as coisas do meu modo, do meu ponto de vista. Mas hoje passei a perceber que também tenho que ver como as pessoas vêem, como se sentem, o que pensam, porque isso é importante. Não tem nada a ver querer as coisas do meu jeito. É porque ainda é estranha a sensação de saber que eu posso estar conturbando a vida alheia, que possa estar fazendo as pessoas sofrerem. Nunca foi essa minha intenção. Muito pelo contrário. O que eu quero é exatamente o contrário. Mas baseado nisso tudo, penso e repenso as minhas atitudes. Algumas coisas têm que mudar em prol de um bem maior. Acho que as coisas estão desse modo porque eu tenho me sentido muito urgente ultimamente. Querendo fazer as coisas e se tiver que me arrepender, me arrepender lá na frente, mas de ter feito, e não do contrário, deixar de ficar adiando as coisas, viver o hoje, ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-2856264881306219796?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/2856264881306219796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/choque-termico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/2856264881306219796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/2856264881306219796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/choque-termico.html' title='Choque Térmico'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBznxkmf45I/AAAAAAAAAKM/uARh_sKiYI4/s72-c/alma-morrendo-62c44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-3946665842645790374</id><published>2010-06-16T20:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:10:55.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os dias em que a Terra para...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBmDaXY7-yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/95QMWVZ-pkE/s1600/torcida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBmDaXY7-yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/95QMWVZ-pkE/s320/torcida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483558510278736674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pra mim é incompreensível. Russo. Alemão. Mandarim, talvez. Mas de forma alguma, condeno quem pensa ou sente diferente. Apenas não entendo, só isso. E acho que é por não entender que fico mais instigado a buscar essas respostas. Ou a fazer mais perguntas, sem me preocupar com as respostas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Interessante notar a egrégora verde e amarela que se constrói aqui no país em época de Copa do Mundo. Confesso que acho lindo todo esse sentimento ali depositado... a época em que o povo deixa as diferenças de lado... Pobre, rico, preto, branco, ortodoxo, vanguarda. É todo mundo brasileiro e ponto! Pena que esse sentimento tenha prazo de validade. Dura apenas um mês e só volta a aparecer a cada quatro anos. Não consigo entender como essa belíssima unificação não continua a se manifestar durante essa lacuna de tempo entre a atual e a próxima Copa. Ou porque essa mesma egrégora não se faz presente contra a covardia contra a Amazônia ou ao nosso querido planeta. Ou na época das eleições, na hora de escolher seus governantes. Governantes esses que deveriam tomar suas decisões junto a nós, povo! Que deveriam consultar nossa opinião perante coisas importantes, como reformular e atualizar nossa Constituição, já meio capenga e cheia de brechas pra esses políticos safados continuarem sacaneando o povo... Por que os milhões de brasileiros que vão às ruas assistir aos jogos da Seleção não vão pra porta do Planalto Central ou do representante da sua cidade, estado ou país? Onde está o povo na hora de protestar contra a corrupção, as coisas erradas ou a miséria? ONDE ESTÁ O POVO NISSO TUDO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Falando em Copa... o que vale mais, o título ou a história construída ate ele?&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro lugar fácil ou o segundo com gostinho de primeiro, disputado com garra, minuto a minuto?&lt;br /&gt;O que buscar na vida?&lt;br /&gt;A glória ou o aprendizado durante as batalhas?&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não decidimos, podemos continuar seguindo o conselho do saudoso Renato Russo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal continuarmos celebrando a estupidez humana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-3946665842645790374?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3946665842645790374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-dias-em-que-terra-para.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3946665842645790374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3946665842645790374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-dias-em-que-terra-para.html' title='Os dias em que a Terra para...'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBmDaXY7-yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/95QMWVZ-pkE/s72-c/torcida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-6324855552297182799</id><published>2010-06-13T18:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:41:25.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores de Plástico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBWIl8todbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-qUIvylVUvQ/s1600/Fake_smile_by_ShittyLiquor222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBWIl8todbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-qUIvylVUvQ/s320/Fake_smile_by_ShittyLiquor222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482438306927506866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E a busca continua... sempre! Me indagando sobre as coisas, sobre realidade, superfluidade, pseudonecessidade, enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ouvi dizer que as flores de plástico não morrem... Será que é assim mesmo? Será que não sofrem com a ação do tempo, não envelhecem? Mas será que também não vivem? Como saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Afinal, o que é real? O que é ilusório, e o que é passageiro? O que dura pra sempre? Quais são suas necessidades? Do que você precisa de verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Estranha essa época em que a gente vive. Na verdade, eu fico besta de como as coisas têm se tornado banais. E essa banalização faz com que as coisas venham perdendo seu encanto...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Há quanto tempo você não escreve uma carta ou um bilhete pra alguém que você gosta? Há quanto tempo você não diz 'eu te amo' a uma pessoa que você realmente gosta e se importa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Infelizmente, o que eu tenho visto é uma infinidade de gente dizendo "eu te amo" aqui e ali como se fosse "Oi, e aí..tudo bem?" e vendo esse 'amor' evaporando na primeira adversidade...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não que eu seja contra o amor, lógico que não!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mas juro que acho muito bizarro esse amor plástico, artificial, que só existe quando a vida é um parque de diversões feito de algodão doce. Tô cansado de ver por aí pessoas que não entendem o que é um sorriso, que só sabem usá-lo pra fingir, com interesse em conseguir alguma coisa.  Eu quero ver amor sincero, sem interesse nem pretensão, amor altruísta, que vise o bem alheio. Amor que exista apenas por existir, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu quero mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-6324855552297182799?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6324855552297182799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-busca-continua.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6324855552297182799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6324855552297182799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-busca-continua.html' title='Flores de Plástico'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBWIl8todbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-qUIvylVUvQ/s72-c/Fake_smile_by_ShittyLiquor222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-7033892098461737234</id><published>2010-06-12T22:46:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:08:32.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'>♫    E lembrar sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBRDFRi_m1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dwNE5JW6qMk/s1600/gratitude-by-sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBRDFRi_m1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dwNE5JW6qMk/s320/gratitude-by-sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482080404305320786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;...de agradecer por TUDOOOOO! ♫ ♫&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hidropônica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E é isso aí! Depois de tanta coisa que Deus faz por nós, já parou pra pensar em quantas vezes agradecemos por todas essas dádivas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Minha vida, por exemplo... tenho uma família maravilhosa, há pouco saí de um trampo em que apesar das pessoas maravilhosas das quais sinto muita falta, só me estressava e agora estou num emprego delicioso, onde eu tenho a oportunidade de desenvolver meu aprendizado, de estar em contato com pessoas, culturas, modos de vida e personalidades muito diversas, diferentíssimas. Quanta pluralidade!!! Isso definitivamente não tem preço!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais... por incontáveis vezes fui salvo de perrengues, já escapei de tanta coisa ruim que às vezes desconfio que meu Anjo da Guarda não tira férias, coitado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Não posso reclamar de absolutamente nada, apesar dos contratempos , que são naturais...  como aprenderíamos e amadureceríamos se não fossem eles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E tenho sentido há algum tempo, estando mais forte ainda ultimamente a sensação de que eu tenho uma missão muito especial por aqui, que floresce e se torna mais clara e sólida a cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ah, Papai... tudo o que eu posso dizer e isso Você sabe que é da mais profunda sinceridade é: OBRIGADO! MUITÍSSIMO AGRADECIDO POR EXATAMENTE TUDO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pela minha vida e por todas as coisas  que tem acontecido nela, por me dar sabedoria discernimento para entender que as coisas ruins, apesar de toda angústia e sofrimento que trazem consigo, também servem pra nos ensinar alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Por me guiar e me mostrar o caminho do Bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Por proteger a mim e às pessoas que eu amo. Por despertar essa vontade indomável, por vezes louca e incompreensível de melhorar a mim mesmo e as coisas ao meu redor. Por sempre colocar pessoas de coração bom, nobre na minha vida, que me amam pelo que eu sou e não pelo que possuo ou deixo de possuir. E por me dar a grande capacidade de amar, compreender e continuar acreditando na raça humana... eu tenho fé de que com a união e a vontade das pessoas que querem, essa evolução é possível... Iluminar, transformar escuridão em luz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Papai, eu te amo muito, um tantão sem tamanho de tão inimaginável! E você sabe disso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-7033892098461737234?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7033892098461737234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-lembrar-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7033892098461737234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7033892098461737234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-lembrar-sempre.html' title='♫    E lembrar sempre...'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TBRDFRi_m1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dwNE5JW6qMk/s72-c/gratitude-by-sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-3385810805844269558</id><published>2010-06-06T23:25:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:06:32.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TA1avkMr-UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qlAUCZgOPYU/s1600/3871394-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TA1avkMr-UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qlAUCZgOPYU/s320/3871394-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480136094797003074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu sei que é uma opinião que difere da de muita gente, mas o que posso fazer?&lt;br /&gt;É apenas minha opinião, e não a dos outros. Mesmo assim, vamos lá:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O principal argumento das pessoas que querem te "converter" à religião delas é que só a religião delas salva, como se a religião, e não a fé, fosse sua única forma de salvação... mas por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Por que o cristianismo é mais verídico que o judaísmo ou o budismo mais que o islamismo ou vice-e-versa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Por que há necessidade de disputas ao invés de união?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pra que construir muros quando se pode construir pontes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Por que ao invés de perder tempo e esforço medindo forças não usam essa força em prol de algo produtivo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Por que me prender a esse conceito tão limitado se a plenitude e o amor de Deus não têm limites?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Custo a acreditar que apenas quem professa o cristianismo tem salvação. Faço citação do cristianismo porque nele eu sei que é assim que funciona. A pressão para a conversão, a imposição da ideia de que entrar em uma igreja cristã (em uma igreja evangélica, pra ser mais específico) é pré-requisito para a salvação.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;No mesmo assunto, em relação às outras religiões não posso sair atirando palavras ao vento sobre o que desconheço. Não sei se também funciona dessa forma, porque nunca fui abordado da mesma forma por praticantes de outra religião. Seriam apenas palavras vazias saindo da minha boca e não é por aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até porque se fosse assim, desse modo tão seleto, isso limitaria e muito o infindável amor Divino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A meu ver, a salvação vem para aqueles que verdadeiramente se arrependem das suas más ações e atitudes e para quem luta pelo Bem, trilhando o Caminho da Luz. E isso independe de religião.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine uma pessoa que dedicou sua vida à Luz, a inspirar pessoas a buscar o seu melhor, que lutou contra a fome, a miséria, a corrupção. Enfim... um verdadeiro representante da Luz aqui na Terra. Agora imagine uma pessoa dessas deixar de ser salvo porque seu coração acredita puramente em outro modo da manifestação da Luz, em algo diferente da maioria... Seria injusto!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creio que quando Jesus disse que ninguém iria ao Pai senão por Ele, quis dizer que ir de encontro a Ele é seguir o caminho do Bem, não importa através de que religião, desde que fosse esse o caminho...é dessa forma que sinto Deus se manifestar no meu coração!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Acreditar que apenas determinada religião oferece salvação é crer que o amor de Deus é limitado. Que o amor de Deus se restringe a apenas um povo, uma crença ou ideologia. Seria crer que o amor de Deus é exclusivo. Esse não seria Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E nisso eu não quero acreditar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-3385810805844269558?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3385810805844269558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/salvacao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3385810805844269558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3385810805844269558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/salvacao.html' title='Salvação'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TA1avkMr-UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qlAUCZgOPYU/s72-c/3871394-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-5488977568665978852</id><published>2010-06-05T19:04:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:32:54.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É hoje!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAr8Y8WZhpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/22Ci8FXTVQc/s1600/meio_ambiente_by_bebecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAr8Y8WZhpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/22Ci8FXTVQc/s320/meio_ambiente_by_bebecca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479469402096764562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenção! Atenção! Boa noite senhoras e senhores, respeitável público... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí pessoal, o que temos pra hoje? Dia Mundial do Meio Ambiente? Certa a resposta! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem esquecer de que assim como no Natal, no Ano Novo e em outras datas festivas, o estado de espírito que se manifesta nessas ocasiões não deve ser típico apenas do momento, ou de tal dia específico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidar do planeta pede mudança de hábitos, coisas simples do dia-a-dia que você pode fazer e assim já fazer a diferença, a SUA diferença!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá, minha gente... não é difícil. Quanto esforço você faz pra escovar os dentes ou lavar a louça com a torneira fechada enquanto ela não está sendo utilizada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou por que é tão difícil segurar seu papelzinho de bala, sua latinha de refrigerante até a lixeira mais próxima ao invés de jogar nas ruas, entupindo rios e bueiros, contribuindo com a dengue, doença essa que já causou tanto sofrimento em muitas famílias? E de bônus (ou ônus) deixar a sua cidade, seu estado com aquele aspecto sujo, mal cuidado, feio...&lt;br /&gt;Ou que tal ao invés de mandar aquela roupa ou móvel velho pro lixo, dar aquela customizada e deixá-lo com a sua cara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do que dizem por aí, você PODE SIM, e deve cuidar do meio que você vive, fazer a sua parte.&lt;br /&gt;Do contrário, se a coisa já tá ruim hoje, a tendência é piorar, caso tais mudanças não ocorram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos tentar fazer a nossa parte pra antes que imaginemos, a foto do post não seja apenas mais uma recordação distante e impossível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É responsabilidade minha, sua, do governo, do seu vizinho, das organizações... não apenas de uma dessas partes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveita que a data hoje é especial e pensa com mais atenção nisso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inté a próxima, meu povo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-5488977568665978852?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5488977568665978852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-hoje.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5488977568665978852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5488977568665978852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-hoje.html' title='É hoje!!!'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAr8Y8WZhpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/22Ci8FXTVQc/s72-c/meio_ambiente_by_bebecca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-4845491822234636012</id><published>2010-06-04T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:24:42.558-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atitudes Mágicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAns-FZVa9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/IryobGO1fuo/s1600/276380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAns-FZVa9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/IryobGO1fuo/s320/276380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479170973017402322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando o ônibus pra ir pro aniversário da Manu. De repente, passa uma senhora e nos deseja um "Boa noite!" tão espontâneo que não deixa dúvidas da sua sinceridade. Confesso que além de feliz, fiquei extremamente surpreso com tal atitude. Pra vocês verem pra onde estamos caminhando...Vivemos numa época em que um "bom dia", um sorriso sincero é coisa rara. E que quando isso acontece, causa espanto nas pessoas. Tão raro quanto, é ver as pessoas cedendo de bom grado seus lugares nos transportes coletivos a idosos, gestantes, deficientes físicos e a quem mais precisar... Digo, de coração, sem obrigação moral, social (Oh, o que as pessoas vão pensar?)... Pior que até nos assentos preferenciais, que seriam dessas pessoas por direito, o pessoal inventa desculpa, justificativa pra não ceder. Infelizmente, são esses que esquecem que um dia (se conseguirem chegar até lá) vão envelhecer,  e trocar os papéis. De algozes, tornam-se vítimas do sistema. Infelizmente, são essas a época e a sociedade em que vivemos. Onde o egoísmo e a ganância predominam e onde gentileza, bondade e respeito estão sendo esquecidos, sendo conhecidos inclusive para alguns como coisa de gente boba, tola...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Opa, peraí... Tem alguma coisa errada ! Não estariam os valores invertidos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não estaria a sociedade regredindo ao invés de caminhar rumo ao progresso?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E se for assim, onde vamos parar? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Estariam todos enlouquecendo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sendo assim, o que é normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-4845491822234636012?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4845491822234636012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/atitudes-magicas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4845491822234636012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4845491822234636012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/atitudes-magicas.html' title='Atitudes Mágicas'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAns-FZVa9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/IryobGO1fuo/s72-c/276380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-586756455754745731</id><published>2010-06-03T16:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:58:07.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Certezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAgI1N42CGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_B-N76L96zk/s1600/341465827_70298b5974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAgI1N42CGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_B-N76L96zk/s320/341465827_70298b5974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478638657050380386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remexendo nas minhas coisas aqui, e achei um escrito, datado do começo do ano... daí, sei lá... deu vontade de postar aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Segue o texto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt;ormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Sem dúvidas um dia bom! =) Saí com o hermano hoje, a gente foi lá na Uruguaiana pra comprar o tal do celular que ele queria :D Bom pra dar um passeio, uma distraída, sair um pouco desse ritmo meio doido que tem sido pra mim ultimamente. Enfim... beeem divertido, como sempre né? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Na volta, fiquei pensando sobre certezas, sobre o que nós temos certeza, sobre o que é mutável, o que é imutável. Inúmeras são as coisas das quais não temos certeza, e as que temos, na verdade, nem sei se são certas e imutáveis mesmo, mas se realmente são imutáveis, são raras essas. No geral, é bom ter convicções, mas é extremamente valoroso ter dúvidas... Uma, duas, milhares delas... Pra nos fazer pensar, questionar, errar buscando acertar, tentar, recomeçar... Medo de tentar, mesmice, tédio... palavras que me matam, que me corroem lentamente... dessas eu quero me distanciar o máximo que eu puder. Eu quero coragem, ousadia, atitude, irreverência! Quero garra, paciência pra suportar certas coisas, quero desafios! Tenho um medo fodido de me acomodar.. de me conformar com as coisas, principalmente com as coisas que me incomodam e prejudicam, me estagnam... Eu quero e vou muito mais além, tenho certeza disso! Vou batalhar muito pra construir isso, sempre! Buscar meu lugar ao Sol, sem precisar passar por cima de ninguém... até porque o Universo é tão grande e tem lugar pra milhões de estrelas, ou seja, dá pra todo mundo brilhar sem invadir o espaço alheio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;♫ O Sol nasce pra todos, ninguém vai ficar sem brilhar... ♪ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="times new roman" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;FIM!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-586756455754745731?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/586756455754745731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/certezas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/586756455754745731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/586756455754745731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/certezas.html' title='Certezas'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAgI1N42CGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_B-N76L96zk/s72-c/341465827_70298b5974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-3490856985746152791</id><published>2010-06-02T12:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:40:49.972-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Livre-Arbítrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAaK-obO5GI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yVsImy37zPs/s1600/1257445297529_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAaK-obO5GI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yVsImy37zPs/s320/1257445297529_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478218805350949986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ Livre arbítrio ou prisão? ♫ ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Escolha não tão fácil, muito menos, simples. Acredito que seja mais "fácil" viver aprisionado. Seja o que querem que você seja, encaixe-se nos padrões, seja normal! Por mais conveniente que seja viver dessa forma, não é algo que pareça trazer sensação de paz. Soa tão mecânico, sem vida. Sem propósito.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mas há quem pense que livre-arbítrio é sinônimo de bagunça. E , na verdade, não é...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Livre-arbítrio não significa que você vá fazer besteira a torto e a direito e que vá passar impune por isso. Há consequências. E é isso que dá equilíbrio ao livre-arbítrio. É o fato de não poder sair fazendo tudo que lhe vem à cabeça sem pensar no que vai te acarretar depois, porque pra qualquer coisa que faça haverá reação, seja esta boa ou ruim. Ou seja, livre-arbítrio não parece liberdade, mas na verdade, é! Só que é liberdade consciente. Você sabe que pode fazer o que quiser, e que existem reações, mas a consciência dessas reações não te torna prisioneiro disso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E acredito que por mais difícil que pareça ser usufruir do livre-arbítrio, a recompensa é de valor incalculável. Vale a pena. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"O espírito sem limites é o maior tesouro do homem"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(R. Ravenclaw)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-3490856985746152791?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3490856985746152791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/livre-arbitrio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3490856985746152791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3490856985746152791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/06/livre-arbitrio.html' title='Livre-Arbítrio'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAaK-obO5GI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yVsImy37zPs/s72-c/1257445297529_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-4307237683512738787</id><published>2010-05-31T23:20:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T09:07:48.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filhos do Acaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TASZ8eayJeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NfgAjlZd1iM/s1600/olho-liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TASZ8eayJeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NfgAjlZd1iM/s320/olho-liberdade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477672311025968610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um rapaz e uma moça se conhecem. Não é nada sério, apenas casual. Não parece haver relação afetiva, é apenas sexo, uma forma de distração para ambos.&lt;br /&gt;   O tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passa. Aqui estamos, depois de um ano. Três pessoas jogando conversa fora na rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fulano&lt;/span&gt;: Caraca, tava conversando com a advogada da empresa em que trabalho e ela me disse que posso me dar bem, conseguir a guarda da minha filha e não precisar pagar pensão já que a Beltrana sumiu e levou a criança junto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicrano&lt;/span&gt;: Fulano, me desculpa a sinceridade, não me leve a mal. Mas você não tem condição nenhuma de criar essa criança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fulano&lt;/span&gt;: Cara, se eu não tenho, ela menos ainda! Ela não trabalha, não tem lugar fixo e não tá nem aí pra criança. Ela só quer me mostrar que o filho é dela e que só vou vê-lo quando ela bem entender. Mas, se ela acha que é assim, tá muito enganada!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Na cabeça do Sicrano: Putz, coitada da criança!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulano&lt;/span&gt;: Vou mover uma ação contra ela por abandono e além de ter a guarda da criança, o jogo vai virar e ela que vai ter de me pagar pensão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicrano&lt;/span&gt;: Mas, cara... como você vai fazer pra cuidar dessa criança? Você também não tem casa, nem com quem deixar essa criança...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulano&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, mas eu não quero pegar agora, quero pegar quando a criança estiver maior, com 2, 3 anos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sicrano pensando: será que ele realmente SE IMPORTA com essa criança?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicrano toma coragem e pergunta: Mas vem cá, qual a sua maior preocupação... cuidar dessa criança, educar ou mostrar pra sua ex que ela não pode tanto quanto pensa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fulano&lt;/span&gt;: SICRANO! ELA TEM QUE ENTENDER QUE NÃO É ASSIM, DO JEITO DELA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resumindo... Que perspectiva de futuro essa criança tem? Os pais estão mais interessados num conflito de egos do que na própria criança, que deveria ser o mais importante nessa história. Infelizmente, essa criança é apenas um joguete, algo como uma moeda de troca nas mãos desses dois. Ninguém tá preocupado se essa criança será feliz no meio disso tudo, se terá acesso a cultura, educação, lazer... Infelizmente, se essa criança não tiver alguém do lado e uma vontade indomável de transgredir as duras adversidades que a vida impõe, será apenas mais uma dentre os muitos Joõezinhos, Mariazinhas e Pedrinhos espalhados pelas ruas, filhos do abandono. Será apenas mais um número nas estatísticas que mostram jovens à mercê do tráfico, da prostituição, do abuso, da violência, dos sofrimento e do desespero, das drogas. Por que eles não têm outra opção. Ou talvez tenham, mas a suposta melhor opção é um fardo muito pesado pra ser carregado.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai, rogai por todos nós, principalmente por essas crianças, vítimas do descaso do ser humano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-4307237683512738787?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4307237683512738787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-rapaz-e-uma-moca-se-conhecem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4307237683512738787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/4307237683512738787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-rapaz-e-uma-moca-se-conhecem.html' title='Filhos do Acaso'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TASZ8eayJeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NfgAjlZd1iM/s72-c/olho-liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-8428834202791949022</id><published>2010-05-30T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:56:47.619-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas boas e coisas ruins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TANV-GZT5sI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7OLp0ys-Iow/s1600/1246291107352_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TANV-GZT5sI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7OLp0ys-Iow/s320/1246291107352_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477316097169680066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hoje tinha tudo pra ser um dia especial... mas situações da vida me fizeram mudar de opinião.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tinha tudo pra ser um dia péssimo... mas situações da vida me fizeram mudar de opinião.&lt;br /&gt;Que bom, né?&lt;br /&gt;Não sou o tipo de pessoa que gosta de servir de marionete, não gosto mesmo. Nem me permitir ser usado para ver até que ponto as coisas chegam. Não faz meu estilo. Não condiz. Ponto. Um certo alguém diria que é nessas horas que eu não deveria ser eu mesmo, que eu deveria ser uma das milhões de possibilidades além de mim. Mas essa história fica pra outra hora.&lt;br /&gt;E é por causa desse "eu" radical, extremado e que não quer saber de 'ses' nem 'talvezes' que fiquei com os átomos em ponto de ebulição, no ápice do meu mau humor. Putz, como me emputece esse teatrinho, meo! Pois bem. E por isso o dia tinha tudo pra ser péssimo, mas graças ao Bom Papai do Céu a vida se encarregou de me presentear hoje, de me dar algo que me deixou extremamente feliz, realizado.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei cedo no trampo hoje. Daí fui até o cinema, onde me disseram que eu poderia encontrar a &lt;a href="http://http//blogdaocas.blogspot.com/"&gt;OCAS&lt;/a&gt;. Achei. E eis que algo diferente aconteceu. Conheci o Eduardo, vendedor da OCAS. Nunca o tinha visto na vida, não sei da sua história, dos seus medos e desilusões. Porém os poucos mais de 5 minutos em que conversamos foram suficientes pra causar uma verdadeira reviravolta na minha alma, no meu estado de espírito. Meu espírito se tornou radiante, transbordando felicidade, luz e todas as sensações maravilhosas que se pode sentir. Não sei se foi uma dessas pessoas que passam na nossa vida pra nos ajudar de alguma forma e depois somem para sempre, como se nunca houvessem existido para o mundo. Mas se for assim também, já valeu a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, Papai! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-8428834202791949022?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/8428834202791949022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8428834202791949022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8428834202791949022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_31.html' title='Coisas boas e coisas ruins.'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TANV-GZT5sI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7OLp0ys-Iow/s72-c/1246291107352_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-1552897202055595286</id><published>2010-05-30T22:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:37:54.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Busca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAMa3rgF_4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Hsyx0kEj8GA/s1600/2401694263_c22061b577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAMa3rgF_4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Hsyx0kEj8GA/s320/2401694263_c22061b577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477251115685117826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessidade. Dependência? Do que? Sei lá! Ou sei, talvez...Mas por quê? Sei? Não sei...! Dúvidas, dúvidas, dúvidas, quantas dúvidas... É bom? Ruim? Talvez! Por que talvez? Vai saber... Trágico? Não, cômico... Mas por que cômico? E quem disse que é cômico? É trágico, então... Mas isso não é trágico, man! É mágico, fálico... talvez uma tragédia cômica, e por que não?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mas quantos caminhos, trilhas pra percorrer. E não é fácil escolher, mesmo que pareça. Até porque muito fica para trás quando uma escolha é feita. A busca, seja ela espiritual, emocional, pessoal, é extremamente própria, árdua, na maioria das vezes penosa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que seria dos resultados se as buscas fossem simples?&lt;br /&gt;E o que você vai querer depois?&lt;br /&gt;Think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-1552897202055595286?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1552897202055595286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/busca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1552897202055595286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1552897202055595286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/busca.html' title='Busca...'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TAMa3rgF_4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Hsyx0kEj8GA/s72-c/2401694263_c22061b577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-3938933491891354517</id><published>2010-05-25T22:15:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:31:53.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrivere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S_x8f2mCh8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/E63LXa23aoQ/s1600/Viver-e-Escrever-Clarice-Lispector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S_x8f2mCh8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/E63LXa23aoQ/s320/Viver-e-Escrever-Clarice-Lispector.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475388133648533442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ Felizes são aqueles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Que não vêem fronteiras para se expressar.. ♫ ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Sigo o Som)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E como são felizes...e talvez nem saibam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ah, cara tem sido muito difícil escrever ultimamente... logo escrever, uma das, senão a melhor forma que eu tenho para me expressar, liberar meus fantasmas e demônios, me exorcizar, desabafar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E são tantas coisas que se eu pudesse, não deixaria passar ou simplesmente se perder no tempo e na história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Queria muito entender o porquê desse bloqueio, o porquê de ter que ser assim, se eu não quero que seja assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me expressar é necessário, muito necessário, dividir meus pensamentos mais bisonhos e obscuros nem que seja com um pedaço de papel velho. Se não for de alguma forma, a bomba explode e aí ferrou! Vira uma tsunami que não aguentou e deixou de se conter. Estourou. Sucumbiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Seria o começo de uma nova fase, totalmente diferente da anterior...cheia de consequências pela explosão, mas por que não encarar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-3938933491891354517?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3938933491891354517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/scrivere_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3938933491891354517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3938933491891354517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/scrivere_25.html' title='Scrivere'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S_x8f2mCh8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/E63LXa23aoQ/s72-c/Viver-e-Escrever-Clarice-Lispector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-6340814309972554232</id><published>2010-05-23T20:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:56:11.917-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agonia e Êxtase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S_qhPgBO5YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ydj_YT4JnI0/s1600/drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S_qhPgBO5YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ydj_YT4JnI0/s320/drama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474865584687474050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Muita, muita agonia, quase ou nenhum êxtase... mas melhor deixar isso pra lá, né? Ou não... melhor exorcizar logo os fantasmas, colocar pra fora... Sensação enorme de cansaço, de estar no limite das forças, de querer jogar tudo pro alto, chutar o balde.. SUMIR!&lt;br /&gt;Mas as coisas não são tão simples assim... &lt;br /&gt;Ah, pode parecer meio revoltado, quase que da boca pra fora, mas a partir de agora é realmente cair na real, deixar de acreditar nessa história de conto de fadas, sacas? Acreditar que a Humanidade é podre e que às vezes as pessoas se aproximam e te fazem sofrer propositalmente... que te levam ao Céu, e depois por puro prazer te levam ao Inferno! Cansado disso, meo! De dar o meu melhor, de fazer o máximo pelos outros e só me ferrar como recompensa.&lt;br /&gt;Seria crime? Ou castigo? Mas por que castigo? (...)&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/2234368994106976832-6340814309972554232?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6340814309972554232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/agonia-e-extase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6340814309972554232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6340814309972554232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/agonia-e-extase.html' title='Agonia e Êxtase'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S_qhPgBO5YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ydj_YT4JnI0/s72-c/drama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-3768959408812426060</id><published>2010-05-04T10:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:27:19.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S-Gb28C1sbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5LZw-bYNm5U/s1600/1190988723_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S-Gb28C1sbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5LZw-bYNm5U/s320/1190988723_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467822790737768882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ Eu queria era dizer diferente&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que todo mundo sente,&lt;br /&gt;mas não consegue expressar... ♫ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trapézio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quê ? HA, vai saber... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-3768959408812426060?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3768959408812426060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3768959408812426060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3768959408812426060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S-Gb28C1sbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5LZw-bYNm5U/s72-c/1190988723_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-2701731544344489314</id><published>2010-04-21T13:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:27:41.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S88wCj8zojI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6e9hsgcE1tk/s1600/1254712819977_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S88wCj8zojI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6e9hsgcE1tk/s320/1254712819977_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462637693591855666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O meu mundo não é como o dos outros,&lt;br /&gt;Quero demais, exijo demais,&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim uma sede de infinito,&lt;br /&gt;Uma angústia constante que nem eu mesma compreendo,&lt;br /&gt;Pois estou longe de ser uma pessimista;&lt;br /&gt;Sou antes uma exaltada, com uma alma intensa, violenta, atormentada.&lt;br /&gt;Uma alma que não se sente bem onde está, que tem saudade... Sei lá de quê!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Florbela Espanca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai passar? (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-2701731544344489314?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/2701731544344489314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/2701731544344489314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/2701731544344489314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S88wCj8zojI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6e9hsgcE1tk/s72-c/1254712819977_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-351989770983724514</id><published>2010-04-08T22:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:28:07.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomba-Relógio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S786fae4WhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xnijjiqup3s/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S786fae4WhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xnijjiqup3s/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458145584755530258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, assim que tô me sentindo... as bombas-relógio são tão urgentes, naquela coisa de fazer as pessoas entrarem em parafuso, aquela coisa do medo iminente. É ter a sensação de que a qualquer hora você vai surtar, pirar, jogar tudo pro alto... ou simplesmente explodir, se auto-destruir. Só que ao contrário da bomba-relógio, que explode de uma vez, parece que minha queda tem vindo aos poucos. Já faz algum tempo que venho me sentindo mal, buscando um sentido pras coisas, mas parece que essas respostas estão embaraçadas, que elas não querem se encaixar... tô me sentido muito pressionado por todos os lados, e isso quer dizer que é chegada a hora da combustão. A única coisa que eu não gostaria que acontecesse de modo algum é que as pessoas também se ferissem com os estilhaços que uma explosão causa. O sofrimento é meu, e só meu. Não posso permitir que outras pessoas também se firam por conta disso.&lt;br /&gt;É hora de mudar e tenho que tomar certas decisões e sei que tenho que renunciar a certas coisas de acordo com as minhas decisões. Sei que pra cada escolha que fazemos, deixamos outras para trás. É natural, faz parte do ciclo natural das coisas e tem que ser assim.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Paizinho do Céu, me ajuda por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ Vamos lá poeta que a musa tá com pressa.&lt;br /&gt; Vai desistir? Vai desabar?&lt;br /&gt; Vai chorar? Vai pirar?&lt;br /&gt; Acende a luz da obsessão&lt;br /&gt; Cai fundo nessa confusão... ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Espero que depois da explosão&lt;br /&gt;    A Fênix possa renascer das cinzas e dos escombros&lt;br /&gt;    Podendo recomeçar e voar por um caminho de flores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-351989770983724514?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/351989770983724514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/04/bomba-relogio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/351989770983724514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/351989770983724514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/04/bomba-relogio.html' title='Bomba-Relógio'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S786fae4WhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xnijjiqup3s/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-3223098637497574504</id><published>2010-01-08T21:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:25:20.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blá ³</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dia normal, tranqüilo... sem muito estresse pelo trampo... até porque não há necessidade, já que segunda estarei longe daqui. Então, é só segurar a onda e deixar rolar. Tô tranquilão mesmo. Hoje depois de ter limpado toda a seção da Max é que a Patrícia, tendo visto eu fazendo, veio dizer que era pra limpar com o pano e não só espanar, como eu havia feito. Pensa que eu me estressei? É ruim, hein... Comecei de novo, dessa vez sem reclamar, mas também sem pressa nenhuma, só de sacanagem. Aqui e agora é assim, tudo paz e amor, sem bad trip, baby!&lt;br /&gt;Depois do trampo, eu e o mano fomos pra casa do meu amor indecifrável, a Bianca. =). A Amanda já tinha ido pra lá cedo e a idéia era dormir lá. Putz, quase que não fomos... Um engarrafamento enorme e demorado, que não se sabia de onde vinha... Mas deu tudo certo, né? Fomos dormir bem tarde, conversando mó tempão... e o foco da conversa foi religião, fé, crenças... enfim!&lt;br /&gt;São sempre bem surreais essas conversas, com pontos de vistas sempre divergentes onde velhas e novas opiniões se chocam e quase nunca se chega a um consenso.  Tenho pavor de excessos, de fanatismo, porque geralmente é isso que estimula desentendimentos e enormes manifestações de ódio e intolerância à opinião alheia. Me choca, na verdade porque acho muito distante e atrasado esse modo de pensar de muita gente, de que só a própria religião salva. Religião mesmo. Você não vê por aí pessoas professando a sua fé, e sim ostentando a sua religião, como status. O MEU Deus salva, a MINHA religião liberta, se você pensa diferente, tá condenado, meeo! Na maioria dos casos não é a fé que impulsiona as pessoas a agirem desse modo, mas o próprio ego, a vaidade de achar que o seu é sempre melhor.&lt;br /&gt;A meu ver, Deus é uma Força Infinitamente Grande, algo maior, superior, que sempre estimula as pessoas a buscarem o melhor dentro delas. Que as impulsiona a serem benevolentes, solidárias, empáticas, amáveis. Que sempre quer que as pessoas mudem, cresçam e evoluam, e não que fiquem por aí estagnadas, permanecendo na ignorância... Pra mim, essa Força Maior é a mesma que se manifesta como Tupã para os povos indígenas, que se mostra como Alá pra seus seguidores islâmicos no Oriente Médio, o Deus, Javé, Jeová, dos cristãos. Enfim, esse Ser de puríssimos sentimentos age e influencia de diferentes formas os diferentes seres que existem espalhados pelo mundo. E não é por se manifestar de forma diferente que as pessoas vão sair por aí alfinetando, odiando, desrespeitando as crenças, a fé e os sentimentos das diferentes faces que a Unidade decide se manifestar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ É preciso amar as pessoas como se não houvesse amanhã... ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-3223098637497574504?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3223098637497574504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/01/bla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3223098637497574504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3223098637497574504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/01/bla.html' title='Blá ³'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-417577479271825326</id><published>2010-01-07T20:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:55:48.824-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Efeito Borboleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TPcKe6ZaabI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kSrHXB76eaw/s1600/A-borboleta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TPcKe6ZaabI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kSrHXB76eaw/s400/A-borboleta.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“O bater de asas de uma borboleta de um lado do mundo pode dar origem a um tufão do outro lado”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Efeito Borboleta - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando a bater nessa tecla... Causas, conseqüências, nossas responsabilidades, enfim... porque as pessoas cismam em colocar na cabeça, talvez pra se isentar de culpa, que em geral, suas más atitudes não vão dar em nada... Que um papelzinho de bala, um copinho descartável ou alguma outra coisinha pequena não vai interferir em nada. É exatamente esse pequeno detalhe que muitas vezes faz toda a diferença. É a água acumulada do copo, da latinha que você jogou na rua que vira foco de dengue e faz família e amigos sofrerem com a dor da perda, ou seu papelzinho que junto com a sacolinha do seu amigo, aos poucos, foi entupindo bueiros por aí e contribuiu (e muito) pra enchente que te fez perder tudo. &lt;br /&gt;Certa vez, assistindo a um filme, me lembro de ter ouvido uma personagem dizer que somos todos interdependentes. Aquilo ficou martelando na minha cabeça por um bom tempo. E acabou por fixar-se. Sim, somos interdependentes! Ninguém vive sozinho. Estamos sempre vivendo, trilhando por aí e depender de alguém ou de alguma coisa é parte vital e inevitável desse processo.&lt;br /&gt;E é por falar em causa-conseqüência, em interdependência que continuo a dizer: não é porque a sua má atitude deixa de te afetar diretamente que você vai sair fazendo besteira por aí, sem pensar nas conseqüências alheias. É assim que se exercita altruísmo, empatia, solidariedade. Pensando no próximo, que vez ou outra você nem conhece, mas sabe que isso não faz diferença.&lt;br /&gt;Já pensou como seriam as coisas se todo mundo pensasse dessa forma? “Ah, hoje eu vou jogar uma bomba no Brasil, porque eu tô a fim e sei que não vai afetar o meu país em nada mesmo!” ou então “Vou jogar comida fora porque quem tá precisando, passando necessidade não é nada meu e com a grana que eu tenho, nunca vou passar por isso”. Oh, my God! Que merda seria!&lt;br /&gt;A verdade, pelo menos a minha verdade, é essa: que todos podemos e devemos cuidar melhor do meio-ambiente, das pessoas à nossa volta. Ser solidários, distribuir bastante afeto por esse mundão afora, instruir as pessoas dos seus direitos (e também dos deveres, lógico!), buscar sempre o conhecimento, a felicidade e a liberdade. &lt;br /&gt;Mas é isso aí, minha gente! Concluindo: Não é porque não vemos os resultados desastrosos de nossas más atitudes, escolhas que vamos continuar fazendo errado, sabendo que pessoas são prejudicadas por isso. Até porque talvez um dia possa ser você o prejudicado por uma dessas atitudes diretas...É esperar acontecer pra ter certeza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-417577479271825326?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/417577479271825326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/01/efeito-borboleta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/417577479271825326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/417577479271825326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/01/efeito-borboleta.html' title='Efeito Borboleta'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/TPcKe6ZaabI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kSrHXB76eaw/s72-c/A-borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-5523719449921058869</id><published>2010-01-05T15:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T20:42:41.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicho-Homem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S18oRSFeDBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1qxgwyB599U/s1600-h/100_4735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S18oRSFeDBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1qxgwyB599U/s320/100_4735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431103953009773586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;♫ “O Homo se diz Sapiens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... mas o que mais lhe parece faltar é sapiência”. É por aí... As catástrofes naturais não param de acontecer, e isso incluindo altos índices de gente morta, desabrigada. Tem gente que diz que isso é natural, são fenômenos da natureza. Em partes, eu concordo, mas será que se cuidássemos melhor do nosso querido planeta, que nos dá tanto sem cobrar nada, essas reações seriam tão devastadoras como tem sido? É engraçado que quando vejo os veículos de mídia tratando do assunto, eu só os vejo noticiando os fatos, o que teoricamente é a função deles. Mas por que não aproveitar a deixa pra bater numa tecla que precisa ser batida? Por que não insistem em dizer que isso também é conseqüência do aquecimento global? É um dos motivos pelos quais as pessoas não tomam consciência, atitudes. Porque quando a mídia trata de aquecimento global só fala das calotas polares derretendo lá na Antártida, de ilhas que daqui a 5, 10 anos vão desaparecer em lugares que a maioria nunca ouviu falar ou de coisas que estão acontecendo em maior escala, ou pode-se dizer, mais urgentes. Não que elas não sejam importantes, lógico que são. Mas infelizmente, grande parte dos humanóides, Homo Sapiens, seres terrestres são naturalmente egoístas, só pensam no próprio bem-estar. Sabendo disso, talvez fosse mais eficaz mostrar que não é só nesses lugares tão distantes que as coisas estão ficando feias. Que tal mostrar pras pessoas que perderam tudo numa enchente que a culpa não é só da Prefeitura, ou que “tinha que acontecer” como as pessoas costumam dizer? Que tal mostrar a essas pessoas que elas têm tanta responsabilidade quanto os órgãos públicos, que se agredissem menos o meio ambiente, jogassem menos lixo na rua, as coisas poderiam ser diferentes? Eu creio que essa pode ser uma solução, SIM ! Mostrar para as pessoas que o bicho vai pegar de verdade, não é daqui a 50, 100 anos como eu infelizmente, ouço dizer: “Ah, daqui a 100 anos não estarei mais aqui, pra que me preocupar? Dane-se”. Infelizmente, se as coisas continuarem nesse ritmo frenético, nessa produção desenfreada de supérfluos, com indústrias e pessoas poluindo cada vez mais, desmatamentos, o suposto “daqui a 100 anos” pode ser daqui a 5, 3 anos, pode ser semana que vem, amanhã. É só pensar um pouquinho, analisar e concluir.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode ajudar, fazendo a sua parte. Basta tirar da cabeça essa idéia equivocada de que sozinho você não consegue fazer nada. Porque se hoje você está sozinho, amanhã já tem mais um do seu lado, e assim por diante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Buscar o conhecimento é libertar-se”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-5523719449921058869?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5523719449921058869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/01/bicho-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5523719449921058869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/5523719449921058869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/01/bicho-homem.html' title='Bicho-Homem'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S18oRSFeDBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1qxgwyB599U/s72-c/100_4735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-7375838455761553105</id><published>2010-01-01T02:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:37:37.334-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.designup.pro.br/files/insp/1226181354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 625px; height: 644px;" src="http://www.designup.pro.br/files/insp/1226181354.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primeiro de janeiro: Data escolhida pelos homens para representar a luta pela paz, pela não-violência. Em tese é algo significativo, já  que o fato de existir uma data sugere que as pessoas se mobilizam em prol disso. Mas a meu ver, isso é  bem teórico, não é bem assim. Passada a euforia das festas de fim de ano, esse “espírito natalino” que supostamente baixa nas pessoas durante essa época se esvai. Claro que existe muita gente apenas querendo se aproveitar disso, ter seus 15 minutos de fama, pagar de solidário. Infelizmente, quando essa euforia acaba, dá pra contar nos dedos quantos “bons samaritanos“ ainda restam. Geralmente, esses que restam são pessoas já destinadas a ajudar o próximo, a expandir a consciência do Bem e do Amor, a libertar as pessoas através do Conhecimento , isso sem esperar qualquer retorno ou flashes e holofotes próximos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     O Dia Mundial da Paz deveria ser comemorado diariamente, as pessoas devem e podem se conscientizar dos verdadeiros valores humanos, aqueles que realmente importam, tais como fraternidade, amor, comunhão e coloca-los como primordiais em suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Possivelmente chegaremos a uma grande evolução e teremos paz quando as diferenças, ao invés de hostilizadas, forem respeitadas, amadas e verdadeiramente aceitas. Por que ao invés de perder seu tempo alfinetando o que desconhece ou discorda, não se junta a essas pessoas dispostas a dar as mãos e lutar por algo maior, verdadeiramente importante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-7375838455761553105?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7375838455761553105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/01/paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7375838455761553105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7375838455761553105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2010/01/paz.html' title='A Paz'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-6353494546218838631</id><published>2009-12-31T20:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:30:28.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Velho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tl5ejg6mYcQ/Sx3ZhTUgdwI/AAAAAAAAI14/CvMxe7ecVrA/s400/direitos+humanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tl5ejg6mYcQ/Sx3ZhTUgdwI/AAAAAAAAI14/CvMxe7ecVrA/s400/direitos+humanos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; E as pessoas continuam insistindo nessa história de virada, de ciclos, enfim... fazer o quê, se eu penso diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Continuo achando muito estranho, estranho a ponto de preferir a auto-exclusão, ou seja, ficar na minha, sem muito esse lance de ficar na rua, cumprimentando todo mundo que aparece pela frente, desejando coisas que na maioria das vezes nem é sincero, mas é feito unicamente porque é inerente a essa época do ano. Não gosto, e ponto. Acho que quem quer abraçar, desejar coisas boas ou simplesmente demonstrar afeto, até mesmo por um desconhecido, não precisa necessariamente de uma data que o obrigue a isso. Janeiro deixou de estar quase aqui, agora está de fato. Vamos ver quais serão as metas traçadas no decorrer esse ano e se conseguiremos cumprir todas (sinceramente, espero que sim!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Apesar dos pequenos problemas do dia-a-dia (sim, eles são pequeníssimos se compararmos com o que muita gente passa: fome, frio, humilhação, perdas significativas), se fosse pra fazer um balanço de 2009, diria que graças ao nosso bom Papai do Céu, tudo correu da melhor forma possível. E digo, preciso agradecer mais, diariamente por todas as dádivas que Ele tem me oferecido ao longo da minha vida. A oportunidade de crescer em todos os aspectos, e de expandir a Consciência do Bem e do Amor, e de todas as maravilhosas dádivas que vêm como conseqüência destes. Pegando carona nas palavras da tia Alessandra e lembrando exatamente disso que vira e mexe esquecemos: agradecer! Às vezes, perdemos tanto tempo pedindo coisas que não precisamos que acabamos por desperdiçar tempo e energia pra agradecer, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Que de ontem, anteontem, ano passado, retrasado em diante eu possa permanecer nesse mutante e infinito processo de evolução, de amor à vida. Que a cada dia eu seja abençoado com os melhores sentimentos que o coração humano pode sentir, que eu possa me aproximar cada vez mais da Unidade, e que isso possa fluir imensamente e contagiar as pessoas de modo extremamente positivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Quanto às necessidades e conquistas materiais, se tiverem de vir, serão bem-vindas, mas peço a Papai do Céu que junto com elas venha muita sabedoria, discernimento, e que me dê forças, muitas forças nessa batalha diária que creio ser a maior de todas: nós mesmos, ou seja, nosso ego, nossa vaidade, que às vezes fazem com que ao invés de evoluir, nos atrasemos... e é isso, de fato foi um felicíssimo Ano Velho, podendo desfrutar da companhia de pessoas tão queridas, e que estão sempre me ensinando e me guiando nessa jornada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Que a cada dia as pessoas possam estar mais abertas e conscientes das incríveis bênçãos que o amor, a gentileza, a solidariedade, o altruísmo carregam consigo. As pessoas nem imaginam o imenso poder da Luz que carregam com elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Obrigado, Papai do Céu, por tudo, tudo mesmo!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ♫ E lembrar sempre de &lt;strong&gt;agradecer&lt;/strong&gt; por &lt;strong&gt;tudo&lt;/strong&gt;... ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-6353494546218838631?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6353494546218838631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano-velho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6353494546218838631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/6353494546218838631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano-velho.html' title='Feliz Ano Velho!'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tl5ejg6mYcQ/Sx3ZhTUgdwI/AAAAAAAAI14/CvMxe7ecVrA/s72-c/direitos+humanos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-1448471526773819562</id><published>2009-12-06T20:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:53:01.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somar forças.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S0NsiQR5KPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jk9IUbcbFxI/s1600-h/0+%2833%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S0NsiQR5KPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jk9IUbcbFxI/s320/0+%2833%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423297712025577714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ Tem horas que a gente se pergunta&lt;br /&gt;Por que é que não se junta tudo numa coisa só? ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa estranha, mesmo parecendo tão óbvia... Pensa só: O que parece ser o principal objetivo das religiões do mundo? Ajudar as pessoas, melhorar as coisas, expandir a consciência do bem e do amor ao próximo. Mas muito do que se vê, observando as pessoas ao nosso redor, é que parece que pras religiões em si, isso é totalmente teórico, porque o que vemos por aí é uma religião alfinetando a outra, o ego inflado de muitos líderes religiosos, acabando por visar o lucro e os próprios interesses em primeiro lugar. E a fé, e os princípios religiosos, de fraternidade, amor, onde ficam nisso tudo? Em segundo plano? Certamente isso não é uma regra, aplicada a todas as pessoas, mas no fim das contas a gente acaba imaginando que as pessoas que mais se importam com o bem estar dos outros, com o respeito à vida, à natureza, com os nossos direitos e a consciência do Bem como um todo, apesar de geralmente estarem inseridas em uma religião, se comportam dessa maneira por que conseguiram expandir sua consciência até tal ponto e provavelmente se portariam desse modo independente da religião que seguissem. Ah, vai saber... Pra dizer a verdade, por mim, as religiões deveriam se unir mais. Seja pra conscientizar as pessoas dos estragos que nós, humanos, estamos causando descontroladamente à nossa querida Mãe Terra, seja para ajudar as pessoas que passam fome, frio, humilhação... Enfim, pra todas as outras coisas que precisam de solução e que sabemos que só poderão se solucionar quando houver interação real e sincera entre os povos, culturas, raças, credos, enfim... Deveríamos e devemos nos unir... Construir pontes, ao invés de muros. Porque só o amor constrói pontes indestrutíveis, laços eternos, para todo o sempre. A cura de todos os males, o amor... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ "Você pode dizer que sou um sonhador,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sou o único..." ♫&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-1448471526773819562?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1448471526773819562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/12/somar-forcas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1448471526773819562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/1448471526773819562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/12/somar-forcas.html' title='Somar forças.'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/S0NsiQR5KPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jk9IUbcbFxI/s72-c/0+%2833%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-8636809713726710968</id><published>2009-11-26T15:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:27:59.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Propósito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SxXSspzKnnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MrzJqxFo9CM/s1600/P8011824+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SxXSspzKnnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MrzJqxFo9CM/s320/P8011824+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410462191932055154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ Há uma luz, que não se vê,&lt;br /&gt;Brilha o tempo todo dentro de você... ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho como depois de tanto tempo notar que a vontade de expor, de colocar toda essa angústia pra fora está prestes a ir à tona. Angustiado, angustiado mesmo. Me sentindo perdido, sem rumo e nem propósito. Sensação de estagnação, de não conseguir progredir, cansado de teorias, apenas teorias e na prática que é necessário, nada acontecer. Sensação de constante mesmice, de acordar todos os dias pra fazer a mesma coisa inútil, ir para o mesmo lugar, os mesmos problemas, ficando esse imenso vazio. Preciso urgentemente dar um rumo na minha vida, começar a caminhar rumo ao meu propósito, aquilo que me trouxe a esse mundo, aquela luz que me dá vontade de continuar sempre que as forças parecem se esgotar. Ainda há esperança, eu tenho certeza de que há! Ainda tenho muita coisa a fazer por aqui e é exatamente essa vontade, esse desejo de mudança que me mantém vivo! Só que no momento, estou fora de órbita! Tempo pra mim, por favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(des)Conec&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;ado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ Por isso hoje, estou tão triste...&lt;br /&gt;Por que querer está tão longe de poder? ♫&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-8636809713726710968?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/8636809713726710968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/11/proposito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8636809713726710968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8636809713726710968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/11/proposito.html' title='Propósito...'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SxXSspzKnnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MrzJqxFo9CM/s72-c/P8011824+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-2546408177173197676</id><published>2009-04-02T09:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:05:56.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizações, determinação e muitas, muitas vibes positivas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SdS-OAfHRvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ggy74AmKjaw/s1600-h/DSC02991+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SdS-OAfHRvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ggy74AmKjaw/s320/DSC02991+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086207689344754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ Palmas pra você que ainda acredita na vitória&lt;br /&gt; Dos que são de paz,&lt;br /&gt; Não desistem dos seus ideais ..♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ¡Viva la revolución! \o/\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CaralhooooooooooouL.. tô anestesiado até agora, meeo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vibe é essa, mermão ?&lt;br /&gt;E essa anestesia, essa injeção de felicidade que não passa (amém!) ... mas não podia ser diferente, née ? A rapeize do Forfun fazendo o Circo voar... *.*&lt;br /&gt;Vibes positivas a todo instante,  sensação de felicidade, realização, catarse, alívio, entre outras milhares de sensações... enfim, ainda não consegui, e na verdade, nem quero dar um nome pra tudo que senti ali... Eu estava &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aonde eu queria estar, apesar de todos os obstáculos que eu encontrei e venci, apenas para estar alii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir parar pra trocar idéia com os guris da banda foi mais do que uma realização, foi o início da concretização de um ideal, acima de tudo... trocar experiência com seres evoluídos, e que estão sempre buscando evolução, que pregam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boas vibrações&lt;/span&gt; por esse mundão, e que estão dispostos a fazer a sua parte para que mudanças significativas e positivas ocorram foi impagável, sem demagogias ! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior realização não foi o fato de conhecer os carinhas da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banda&lt;/span&gt;, os artistas que estão fazendo sucesso, e sim, as pessoas que eles representam, assim como seus ideais... Aliás, tenho certeza de que eles são e serão grandes aliados na construção de um mundo melhor para todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, foi foda conheceer todos vocêees, davvero! Alô ESPACIAL pro Digão e pro Vitor, que foram os que eu melhor tive oportunidade de conheceer, embora tenha sido tão pouco... ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus abençoe todos vocês, sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucesso e não deixem de prosseguir com esse trabalhoo fodaa que vcês têm feito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéeens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good vibes and vibrations for all*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-2546408177173197676?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/2546408177173197676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/realizacoes-determinacao-e-muitas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/2546408177173197676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/2546408177173197676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/realizacoes-determinacao-e-muitas.html' title='Realizações, determinação e muitas, muitas vibes positivas...'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SdS-OAfHRvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ggy74AmKjaw/s72-c/DSC02991+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-8184999023662644802</id><published>2009-03-10T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:31:52.144-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas Caixas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SbX27_fDa7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qoR_w_lMcwE/s1600-h/100_3836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SbX27_fDa7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qoR_w_lMcwE/s320/100_3836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311422846067764146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ O que você faz quando ninguém te vê, fazendo...&lt;br /&gt;Ou o que você queria fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Se ninguém pudesse te ver  ? ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          "Quatro Vezes Você"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                (Capital Inicial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             O que você faria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         O que você faria se houvesse um lugar totalmente paralelo, onde você pudesse fazer tudo o que deseja, liberar seus fantasmas e feras, suas tentações e seus desejos mais profundos sem que ninguém pudesse te ver ? Ah, vai saber...&lt;br /&gt;                E se todas as coisas que você fez viessem à tona ? Garanto que até mesmo o mais santo dos homens teria algo a revelar... porque todos nós temos pequenos (ou grandes) segredos que vão nos acompanhar até o túmulo... se não fossem eles, a vida não teria tanta graça...&lt;br /&gt;         Imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Um lugar onde tudo é possível.... Onde você libera sem culpa e sem medo suas manias bizarras, suas loucuras, esquisitices... Esse lugar existe... Ele está dentro de você... ele está na sua mente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Enjoy the Silence..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-8184999023662644802?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/8184999023662644802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8184999023662644802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/8184999023662644802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Pequenas Caixas...'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SbX27_fDa7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qoR_w_lMcwE/s72-c/100_3836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-3320937176796714874</id><published>2009-02-15T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:09:00.672-02:00</updated><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/PKLzOeL1ezizdGlZ7PoV/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/PKLzOeL1ezizdGlZ7PoV/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ (...) Disseste que se tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Tivesse força igual&lt;br /&gt;À imensa dor que sentes...&lt;br /&gt;Teu grito acordaria, não só a tua casa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vizinhança inteiraa (...) ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    "Há Tempos"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                (Legião Urbana)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-3320937176796714874?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3320937176796714874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3320937176796714874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/3320937176796714874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-529294337252781030</id><published>2009-02-04T02:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:50:38.267-02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡ Amistad !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SYkc2xm9pwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QgDfSDDVpw0/s1600-h/0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SYkc2xm9pwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QgDfSDDVpw0/s400/0190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298798163933374210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post de hoje dedicado especialmente a uma pessoa muito importante na minha vida. Se chama Natália Assis de Melo, ou Natty, ou Tokachikatakika, ou Nobody, ou Somebody, ou Anybody, ou Boboda, ou Pikachu... enfim, não importa, como quiser...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E esta homenagem é mais do que merecida ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraaio, man... é muito ruim, ruim mesmo quando estamos trilhando o caminho oposto ao nosso,  que não condiz com nossas ideologias, formas de pensar, não condiz com nossa evolução... simplificando...não condiz conosco !&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda quando estamos seguindo esse caminho oposto sem ver que estamos indo contra nossas próprias verdades, contra tudo aquilo por que tanto lutamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre haverá uma luz no fim do túnel (ei, essa frase é da época de Adão e Eva, meo ¬¬), alguém que nos mostre que nem tudo está perdido, que podemos melhorar a cada momento, e que isso depende de nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te amo&lt;/span&gt;, garota! Sem terceiras, quintas intenções... na forma mais pura da palavra amor, que é carinho, amizade, cumplicidade, bem querer... é se importar realmente com os nossos amigos, puxar a orelha e dizer que está errado, quando é realmente necessário, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garota, obrigado por tudo... obrigado por ontem, pelo que fez por mim hoje, e obrigado também pelo amanhã que virá... Eu sei que não foi e nem nunca será OBRIGAÇÃO sua, mas amigos sabem se fazer presentes, mesmo na ausência física...(MSN não é físico, é virtual... huauahuhauaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que você fez por mim hoje, não tem preço, cara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por puxar minha orelha e dizer o que eu precisava ouvir pra me colocar no caminho certo de volta, obrigado por ter me ajudado a tirar essa poeira que me embaçava a Visão... me dar uma bela e merecida sacolejada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar bem velhinho e poder continuar te pertubando não só no MSN 198.5 e no seu palácio gueixo imperial em Kyoto, em 2079, mas muito mais além disso.. Quero bem mais que isso, quero infinito e além !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, menina...ocê é muito ESPACIAL pra mim, viu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacione, ragazza! =*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-529294337252781030?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/529294337252781030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/02/amistad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/529294337252781030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/529294337252781030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/02/amistad.html' title='¡ Amistad !'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SYkc2xm9pwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QgDfSDDVpw0/s72-c/0190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234368994106976832.post-7925734008587539790</id><published>2009-01-22T02:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T09:11:51.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome...'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SXf8W7rSYnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Na9YpEPRZOA/s1600-h/0076+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SXf8W7rSYnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Na9YpEPRZOA/s320/0076+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293977357903880818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá, sem horas e sem dores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam todos muito bem-vindos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, como o nome sugere, acho que o blog servirá como uma espécie de lugar (mais um, de muitos...rs) para os meus pensamentos... Um lugar onde posso escrever o que eu bem entender, como quiser... Cada um é livre para ser o que quiser, o que achar melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou assim... um ser totalmente esquisistranho, que digievoluiu do Psyduck e fica por aí buscando evolução... Seja nas coisas mais complexas e abstratas, ou nas coisas tão cotidianas, mas que passam despercebidas pela maioria... Não espere encontrar em mim, uma definição universal, um rótulo ou conceito... porque você pode ter certeza de que sou diferente de tudo que você já viu na vida... Posso ser o NADA no meio do tudo, como o TUDO no vazio do nada... Já dizia, titia Pitty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ Não espere por uma resposta, pq eu não tenho explicação... ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou muito idealista, e pretendo lutar até o fim pelo que acredito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero viajar pelo mundo inteiro, em busca de novas experiências, culturas, sensações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sou&lt;/span&gt; mais ou menos isso... o carinha estranho que transforma os pensamentos mais banais, cotidianos em uma ca&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;deia de pensamentos surreais, onde as idéias mais absurdas vão tomando forma e se transformando num conjunto de opiniões tão singular, denominado CAOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?uid=7182713929021823625"&gt;Me, myself and I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberté, egalité, fraternité...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234368994106976832-7925734008587539790?l=malkavianwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7925734008587539790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7925734008587539790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234368994106976832/posts/default/7925734008587539790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkavianwall.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome...&apos;'/><author><name>Wall ?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794801496787027350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdecgTCsFDg/ThFlegNXQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/afV5Ze39xGs/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZujWXnH2ieo/SXf8W7rSYnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Na9YpEPRZOA/s72-c/0076+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
