<?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-15341305</id><updated>2011-08-25T10:32:40.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VagaMente</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-615307071094138726</id><published>2011-04-19T14:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:52:33.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Perguntaê, mano! &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/TheOrangeJam" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/TheOrangeJam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-615307071094138726?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/615307071094138726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=615307071094138726' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/615307071094138726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/615307071094138726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-2481467878648119259</id><published>2010-07-21T02:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:20:29.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.s8.com.br/images/toys/cover/img6/194296_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 287px;" src="http://i.s8.com.br/images/toys/cover/img6/194296_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;É muito bom saber que você é amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Melhor ainda é saber que você só é odiado por pessoas que não têm reais motivos para isso.&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/15341305-2481467878648119259?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/2481467878648119259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=2481467878648119259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/2481467878648119259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/2481467878648119259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2010/07/amado.html' title='Amado'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-2432989052556136275</id><published>2010-02-05T21:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:04:28.244-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto da Tentativa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ainda serei aquilo que quis.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda terei um sonho que valha.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda de um futuro que não falha&lt;br /&gt;Posso vir a ser o dono feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que tudo seja ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que o que espero se distorça,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que do mundo falte a força,&lt;br /&gt;Saberei que, a mim, nada foi em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo o que aconteceu não foi certo,&lt;br /&gt;Se nada do que vivi foi real,&lt;br /&gt;Se de nada valeu ter esperança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos eu vivi de peito aberto,&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos não houve lição igual,&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos de escrever nada me cansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sonetinho besta que escrevi em novembro de 2005. ^^&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/15341305-2432989052556136275?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/2432989052556136275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=2432989052556136275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/2432989052556136275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/2432989052556136275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2010/02/soneto-da-tentativa.html' title='Soneto da Tentativa'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-7337126688682312290</id><published>2009-12-31T12:56:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:18:56.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RETROSPECTIVA 2009 - Completa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aqui vai a Retrospectiva 2009 completa.&lt;br /&gt;Para a versão resumida, visite:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fotolog.com/brunomttakeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;JANEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano começou enroscado. Eu tinha acabado de me formar na faculdade e tava mais era curtindo minhas "férias" da facul. No entanto, trabalhando feito um camelo no Isidoro. Aliás, profissionalmente, o ano todo pra mim foi uma merda. Fiquei no meu empreguinho o ano todo. Tudo bem, tudo bem, já é alguma coisa e eu sou grato a isso. Mas... quero BEM mais que isso pra minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, voltando. Logo no comecinho, dia 3, eu, a Thatah e seus amigos fomos ao Hopi Hari. Olha só, isso quer dizer que, pra mim, 2009 começou com a Thatah e vai terminar com ela também! =D&lt;br /&gt;Teve também a AnimeDreams, meu primeiro evento participando oficialmente da categoria Especial. E, olha, vou te dizer, fiquei beeeeeeeem triste com o meu desempenho. Mas tudo bem, porque a Sora passou pra categoria A e eu fiquei muito feliz por ela. Ah, também foi em janeiro a minha colação de grau, que rendeu fotos bonitas pro meu álbum de formatura. E teve a formatura da Kelly! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Música do mês: "Rasa" (Jorge Vercilo), música do dia 08/01.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/34832167/e33cc9a1/jorge_vercilo_-_rasa.html?s=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FEVEREIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fevereiro teve minha festa de formatura, minha gente!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Foi óóóóótima, adorei muitão, Luciano e Beto vieram pra cá e eu fiquei BEM surpreso de eles terem vindo só pela minha formatura. São mesmo grandes amigos que eu tenho! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Teve também a final da caravana karaokê, que me decepcionou bastante, já que a Thatah cantou maravilhosamente bem e não pegou nem um premiozinho. De lascar! ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;Fevereiro foi um mês feliz ao lado dos meus amigos, mas foi um dos meses que eu fiquei mais carente durante o ano.&lt;br /&gt;Música do mês: "Motherland" (Crystal Kay), música do dia 03/02.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=98cb3fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MARÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teve o aniversário e a formatura da Monique, fui padrinho dela e me acabei. É ótimo, esse ano foi recheado de festas de formatura e eu adorei todas!&lt;br /&gt;Também foi o mês em que conheci a Lígia, é uma garota muito legal e com quem eu quero sempre manter uma amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Teve o aniversário da Nana nesse mês também, foi bacana. Teve a Festa do CB, que eu GANHEI!! E foi bem legal também! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Agora, o que mais rendeu posts no fotolog foi o AnimeParty. Contei os dias pro evento, tava SECO de vontade de cantar, mas eu tomei a decisão mais certa que podia ter tomado e dei minha inscrição pra Thatah. Se eu não tivesse feito isso, ela não teria tido a chance de concorrer e eu, pelo que cantei no Animekê Livre, com certeza não pegaria colocação nenhuma com a porca da minha "Hikari E". Foi muito melhor deixar a Thatinha cantar, concorrer, se divertir e saber que pode contar comigo sempre que ela precisar.&lt;br /&gt;Música do mês: "All The Same" (Sick Puppies), música do dia 13/03.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=832f57a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ABRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considero abril o mês mais importante do ano pra mim. Foi o mês em que as coisas mais mudaram na minha vida, o mês em que mais aceitei quem eu sou, o mês em que mais me permiti viver, ser feliz e também chorar um pouquinho.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mês também teve o Amigo Choco e o AnimaOsasco, pra fechar o mês mais felizinho, visto que uma coisa bem chata me deixou muito triste lá pelos dia 24 e 25.&lt;br /&gt;Música do mês: "Straight From The Heart" (S Club), música do dia 20/04.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/140436892/8f51566e/05_S_Club_-_Straight_from_the_.html?s=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MAIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maio começou no mesmo clima em que abril terminou. Fiquei assim durante um boooooooom tempo, acho que só fui melhorar mesmo em agosto.&lt;br /&gt;Maio teve um monte de coisa. Fui à casa do Ivo, teve a seleção do Ídolos (nojenta, por sinal, mas fiquei feliz de pelo menos ter passado da primeira fase... uahahahahahahahah)...&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu mais gostei no mês foi o CosplayCon. Foi no dia 17, tava um FRIO, minha gente, mas um FRIO, que eu, que tava pronto pra usar um cosplay nesse evento, acabei ficando meio com vergonha e coloquei uma parte do cosplay (um hapi, tipo um yukata/kimono masculino, daqueles que os tiozinhos da feira da Liberdade usam nas barraquinhas) por cima da roupa e cantei com ele.&lt;br /&gt;E... era LILÁS. Isso é cor de roupa que se apresente? Pois é, é a maldição do Cosplay Lilás, que me rendeu o segundo lugar no concurso do evento. 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Foi bem bacana, peguei um terceiro lugar na categoria J-Pop... Thatinha lindona ganhou!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;A Nana passou pra categoria A com uma "Endless Story" que me fez chorar... A propósito, "Endless Story" é uma das duas únicas músicas que foram música do dia duas vezes neste ano. Mas a música do mês mesmo ficou por conta da Thatinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Música do mês: “Mienai Hoshi” (Mika Nakashima), música do dia 21/06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/24795109/b845d173/01_-_Mienai_Hoshi.html?s=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;JULHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mês do aniversário da Kelly, cinema e muita coisa divertida. Comecei a me conformar de estar na categoria Especial no Animekê, e comecei a me conformar de que jamais ganharia nada de novo. uahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas foi MUITO foda, teve Animekê Show, dancei com a Nana e curti A LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi lindo!&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpem, assim como a Brunaru disse no fotolog dela, mas "Ai Just On My Love" eu ownei bonito! E foi um OWNED que começou no ano passado, mas se concretizou esse ano. É minha e ninguém tasca! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Música do mês: "Elephant Gun" (Beirut), música do dia 03/07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/89164926/87d9179/_Elephant_Gun.html?s=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AGOSTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu fiz aniversário em agosto, pra variar. Uahahahahahaaha... Modéstia à parte, acho que foi um dos meses em que mais me diverti, mesmo. Já tava desencanado das coisas que ocorreram em abril, tava feliz e contente, foi um mês muito positivo. Pena, eu iria pra Itália em setembro, e foi em agosto que decidimos, eu e minha tia, adiar a viagem por tempo indeterminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas também teve o aniversário do Caio, o CaioCon. Eu fui guardião, passei uma vergonha desgraçada com a minha roupa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, mas fui feliz... uahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Música do mês: "Linger" (The Cranberries), música do dia 31/08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/67872369/8b8882f1/The_Cranberries_-_linger.html?s=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SETEMBRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que em setembro eu comecei a parar de sentir pena de mim mesmo, de ficar naquela carência emocional, como quem diz "aaaah, ninguém me ama, ninguém me quer". Por mais feliz que eu tivesse sido neste terceiro trimestre de 2009, eu ainda sentia isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Portanto, eu precisava mesmo dar a cara a tapa. Sair, curtir, conhecer gente nova e, quem sabe, ficar com alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi o que aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo bem, não foi bem do jeito que eu queria, mas me satisfez. Não me fez feliz, porque feliz eu já era. Mas satisfez, o que também é importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Música do mês: "Mais Que Isso" (Ana Carolina), música do dia 07/09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/96200695/c5883e1b/10_Mais_que_isso.html?s=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OUTUBRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aaah, que ótimo mês! Foi muito legal, tirei minhas férias, viajeeeeeeeeeei!!! Fui pra Ribeirão Preto, encontrei o Beto, conheci o Renato, foi super legal! Também fui até a casa dos pais do Diogo, meu cunhado, lááá em Bofete, no interior de São Paulo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enfim, eu amei o mês de outubro, mas ele passou muito rápido. Sabe como é, férias nunca duram tanto quanto gostaríamos. Aliás, a maré da "cara a tapa" de setembro continuou. Continuei conhecendo muita gente legal... (gente chata também, mas dá pra ignorar essas pessoas chatas... uahahahaha). Enfim, eu tava feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aaah, muito importante!! Foi em outubro também que voltei a fazer aulas de canto, que é uma das coisas que mais está me fazendo feliz no final deste ano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Música do mês: "Antologia" (Shakira), música do dia 19/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Estilo10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=6a45b56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Estilo10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NOVEMBRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teve festa do ridículo na casa dos meus tios, só pra abrir o mês. Teve boliche com a Kelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas também teve desentendimento no trampo, me fez muito mal, quase joguei tudo pro alto e desisti de trabalhar naquela escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teve choro, teve riso... teve tudo em novembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E também teve pessoas que eu não conhecia, pessoas especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teve gente mentirosa e gente verdadeira. Gente que eu quero guardar comigo e gente que não vai cruzar mais meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Música do mês: "If I Ain't Got You" (Alicia Keys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=ac6b60d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;DEZEMBRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fechou com chave de ouro o ano. Ressaca Friends, FODA! Voltei a acreditar em mim mesmo, voltei a acreditar que eu sou capaz, que eu tenho algum talento, e que meu professor de canto não é um mané que fica enchendo minha bola de bobeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Voltei a acreditar em mim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas também comecei a me sentir culpado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Culpado por ser quem eu sou. Isso agora, no penúltimo dia do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Afinal de contas, certas atitudes minhas interferem diretamente na vida dos outros. É muito chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isso é uma coisa que levarei para resolver no ano que vem. Preciso lavar minha alma e saber que não tenho culpa de ser quem sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Música do mês: "Ryuusei" (TiA), música do dia 19/12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Estilo10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=f8cd166&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É isso!!&lt;br /&gt;COMENTEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E FELIZ 2010 PRA TODO MUNDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Certeza que será melhor do que este ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Estilo10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-7337126688682312290?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/7337126688682312290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=7337126688682312290' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/7337126688682312290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/7337126688682312290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2009/12/retrospectiva-2009-completa.html' title='RETROSPECTIVA 2009 - Completa!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-8165987101014990719</id><published>2009-12-21T23:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:30:22.755-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obra de MK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;MK tem um blog.&lt;br /&gt;MK me mostrou o blog.&lt;br /&gt;MK, involuntariamente, reapresentou meu blog a mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E por isso, segue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Bênçãos justificáveis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois da janela,&lt;br /&gt;Daquela janela entediante,&lt;br /&gt;Dou as costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é o bastante.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não é o limite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Números.&lt;br /&gt;É a isso que se resume o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ano, menos seis meses.&lt;br /&gt;1986, 1994, 2005, 2010, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para números, basta olhar o relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Para fatos, basta viver a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enxugue o rosto&lt;br /&gt;E sinta o sol na pele.&lt;br /&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/15341305-8165987101014990719?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/8165987101014990719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=8165987101014990719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/8165987101014990719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/8165987101014990719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2009/12/obra-de-mk.html' title='Obra de MK'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-8243958381617117923</id><published>2009-05-11T00:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:03:20.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorância não é sinônimo de felicidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Estou imerso em ignorância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Eu esbanjo ignorância. Exalo ignorância pelos poros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Transbordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Daqui, do lado de dentro, eu escrevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mais uma vez, repito as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Aquelas, que insisto em utilizar sempre que me incomodo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Daqui, do lado de dentro, eu rezo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No escuro, mesmo sem acreditar muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rezo para que minha mente se liberte e queira sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Daqui, do lado de dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Eu nada busco e nada vejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Penso somente naquilo que me cabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;E machuco-me criando histórias que não existiram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pesadelos nos quais meus amigos me torturam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Trancado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sem tristeza ou amargura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Conformado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sem mágoa ou pesar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Indiferente.&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/15341305-8243958381617117923?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/8243958381617117923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=8243958381617117923' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/8243958381617117923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/8243958381617117923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignorancia-nao-e-sinonimo-de-felicidade.html' title='Ignorância não é sinônimo de felicidade.'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-5273344965061838304</id><published>2009-02-28T18:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:17:42.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAVELER QI!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Olá, galera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei, depois de muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuito tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Descobri, já faz alguns anos, através de um e-mail do meu pai, o site abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.travelpod.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nele tem um jogo no qual você pode pôr a prova seu QI de "viajante".&lt;br /&gt;É muito legal o jogo...&lt;br /&gt;Bom pra quem gosta de Geografia... 8D&lt;br /&gt;Né Alê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ao lado, abaixo do meu perfil, na sidebar, tem um link do site.&lt;br /&gt;O meu QI é de 111.&lt;br /&gt;E o seu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou indo nessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOJE É NÍVER DA MINHA MAMÃE!! ÊÊÊÊÊÊ&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pra ela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentem! ;D&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/15341305-5273344965061838304?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/5273344965061838304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=5273344965061838304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/5273344965061838304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/5273344965061838304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2009/02/traveler-qi.html' title='TRAVELER QI!!!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-2130544115064917332</id><published>2008-11-30T01:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:16:22.274-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando é que você vai parar de me fazer esperar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando é que eu serei capaz de olhar bem dentro dos seus olhos e dizer&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não preciso de você"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando é que serei capaz de esquecer toda essa confusão?&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa gama de sentimentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando?&lt;br /&gt;Quando poderei me libertar de você?&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixa preso, mas não percebe nada disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu nego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu sempre nego qualquer tipo de sentimento que eu possa vir a ter por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sempre negarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não sinto absolutamente nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Meu coração é uma pedra de gelo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bobagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu te adoro!&lt;br /&gt;Eu te adoro muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu tenho vontade de largar toda essa minha vida ridícula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pra viver só com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando?&lt;br /&gt;Quando é que eu serei capaz de te dizer isso?&lt;br /&gt;Nunca!&lt;br /&gt;Pois não vou querer nunca ouvir mais um não.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitas negativas para minha coleção.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais um "não",&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais vindo de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero, nunca vou querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando?&lt;br /&gt;Quando é que você vai ser capaz de olhar para mim?&lt;br /&gt;Só olhar?&lt;br /&gt;Não peço mais nada!&lt;br /&gt;Peço sua amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;E sua capacidade de olhar para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar nos meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando?&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me!&lt;br /&gt;Não agüento, não suporto mais viver sem você.&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto viver sem ter a sua palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero teu abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Será que você não percebe?&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo eu negando com tanta veemência?&lt;br /&gt;Queria que você pudesse ter esta percepção...&lt;br /&gt;Queria que você pudesse ouvir o que há por trás de minha voz,&lt;br /&gt;Enxergar o que há por trás de meu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o que há por trás de minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando é que você vai ser capaz de discernir tudo isto?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo eu vou esperar por você?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero mais esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou capaz de deixar tudo isso,&lt;br /&gt;De seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou capaz de dizer "não" a você.&lt;br /&gt;Então só digo&lt;br /&gt;"Quando"?&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/15341305-2130544115064917332?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/2130544115064917332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=2130544115064917332' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/2130544115064917332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/2130544115064917332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2008/11/quando.html' title='Quando?'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-3427999387280033335</id><published>2008-10-31T23:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:42:19.835-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Engraçado pensar nisso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei mais de um ano sem atualizar meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;Eu pareço uma criança, em todo texto que escrevi até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrível?&lt;br /&gt;Não, não diria isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diria que eu amadureci.&lt;br /&gt;Ou que, ao menos, aprendi muitas coisas. Vivi a vida, coisa que, até então, eu não havia feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vivi 21 anos da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas... nunca é tarde para viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, dois, cinco, dez... vinte anos! Tirem-me todo este tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me sobra o tempo que é necessário para viver a vida plenamente!&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/15341305-3427999387280033335?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/3427999387280033335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=3427999387280033335' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/3427999387280033335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/3427999387280033335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-ano.html' title='Um ano'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-1277211281785362890</id><published>2007-10-04T19:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:48:10.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De janeiro a outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Esqueci de postar do dia 25/01/07 até o dia 04/10 do mesmo ano, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galera, não vou ficar aqui relatando tudo o que aconteceu na minha vida neste período... não mesmo! Mesmo porque, vocês sabem que vão poder encontrar tudo no meu fotolog, cujo link tá aqui ao lado (lado esquerdo, viu? XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... posso dizer que a conclusão a que chego é bem negativa...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a vida tende a piorar... infelizmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é pessimismo, depressão ou nada disso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense em como será a sua velhice: tem certeza de que você acha que sua vida será melhor?&lt;br /&gt;Bom, a menos que você tenha uma aposentadoria gorda, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que estou vendo as coisas muito friamente, mas... nada ainda me fez mudar de opinião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso é bem triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-1277211281785362890?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/1277211281785362890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=1277211281785362890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/1277211281785362890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/1277211281785362890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2007/10/de-janeiro-outubro.html' title='De janeiro a outubro'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-4298935837683783688</id><published>2007-10-04T19:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:42:13.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Totalmente esquecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pra quem se sente totalmente esquecido... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...discuta apenas uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discorde.&lt;br /&gt;Seja teimoso,&lt;br /&gt;Inflexível,&lt;br /&gt;Inabalável.&lt;br /&gt;Seja forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça apenas um favor e novamente você será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totalmente esquecido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-4298935837683783688?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4298935837683783688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=4298935837683783688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/4298935837683783688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/4298935837683783688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2007/10/totalmente-esquecido.html' title='Totalmente esquecido'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116973198601143030</id><published>2007-01-25T11:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:33:06.030-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem quero dizer o que está se passando pela minha cabeça agora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Affz... o primeiro dia de evento é hoje... e eu, OBVIAMENTE, estou tremendamente arrependido de não estar lá. Mas é lógico, é óbvio, tava na cara que isso ia acontecer. Eu tinha certeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora bateu a tremenda frustração por não estar lá... e tenho certeza que vamos concorrer com os grandes. Putz, que ódio. Sabe aquela sensação de pura decepção?! Então, é isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu nem tô ligando pros concursos todos, eu quero mais é que se exploda. O problema é que eu queria estar lá, ver como as coisas estão rolando por lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que frustração, eu sabia! Eu sabia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas não liguem pra mim, por favor. Eu mesmo não posso ficar ligando muito pro que sinto, porque sei que tudo passa rápido demais pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116973198601143030?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116973198601143030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116973198601143030' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116973198601143030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116973198601143030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/nem-quero-dizer-o-que-est-se-passando.html' title='Nem quero dizer o que está se passando pela minha cabeça agora...'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116922806109086237</id><published>2007-01-19T15:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:34:21.106-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatriz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Beatriz"&lt;br /&gt;(Ana Carolina, Jorge Vercilo, Milton Nascimento e tantos outros...)&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Olha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que ela é moça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que ela é triste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que é o contrário?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que é pintura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O rosto da atriz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se ela dança no sétimo céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se ela acredita que é outro país...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E se ela só decora o seu papel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Olha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que é de louça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que é de éter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que é loucura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que é cenário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A casa da atriz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se ela mora num arranha-céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E se as paredes são feitas de giz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E se ela chora num quarto de hotel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sim, me leva para sempre, Beatriz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me ensina a não andar com os pés no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Para sempre é sempre por um triz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ai, diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Diz se é perigoso a gente ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Olha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que é uma estrela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que é mentira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que é comédia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que é divina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A vida da atriz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se ela um dia despencar do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E se os pagantes exigirem bis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E se um arcanjo passar o chapéu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116922806109086237?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116922806109086237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116922806109086237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116922806109086237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116922806109086237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/beatriz.html' title='Beatriz'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116908236807055750</id><published>2007-01-17T23:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:19:41.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo de existir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sim, essa é sem dúvida a coisa mais babaca que já senti na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas sim. Estou com medo de tudo. Medo de existir, mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E não pensem que estou sendo profundo ou filosófico. Não. Não mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu estou com medo da noite. Com medo de que, neste exato momento, enquanto eu estou no computador, alguém esteja atrás de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sim. Esse é simplesmente o pior sentimento que já tive até hoje. Não sei como estou conseguindo escrever até agora. Morro de medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vou fazer uma oração. Algo que fiz há alguns dias quando senti medo. E resolveu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pode parecer absurdo para muita gente. Mas eu tenho fé, e ela livra-me de meus medos muitas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Acreditem sempre em algo que lhes dê forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando tudo simplesmente parece aterrorizante, ainda que você não veja motivos para sentir medo, tenha fé. Em qualquer coisa. Simplesmente acredite em você mesmo e no fato de que tudo o que estiver para acontecer com você pode vir a ser para o seu bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116908236807055750?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116908236807055750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116908236807055750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116908236807055750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116908236807055750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/medo-de-existir.html' title='Medo de existir'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116895070388878005</id><published>2007-01-16T10:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T10:31:43.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/734/1193/1600/548921/c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/734/1193/400/129172/c9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Diz pra mim, eu podia estar mais feliz no momento?!?!?!? NÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃOOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nem que o mundo desse mil voltas e eu ganhasse na loteria eu acho que ficaria mais feliz!!! Por que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, primeiro porque eu vi o avental que minha avó fez... é pra roupa do evento, caso vocês não estejam lembrados... ficou grande demais, mas ela vai arrumar, tadinha! Fora isso, tá perfeito!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Segundo, porque minha mãe achou um cordão perfeito pra refazer minha antiga roupa... Ela está trazendo pra mim neste exato momento!! &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Terceiro, por causa da linda imagem acima!!! &lt;3333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quarto, eu tô conseguindo baixar as versões karaokê das músicas de Matentei Loki Ragnarok pra cantar no evento!!! ufaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, é só isso... espero que tenha expressado bem a minha empolgação!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Beijo a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116895070388878005?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116895070388878005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116895070388878005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116895070388878005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116895070388878005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/nine.html' title='The Nine'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116895167242085306</id><published>2007-01-15T10:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:19:07.446-02:00</updated><title type='text'>15 - 01 - 07 - forget about this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Inveja é uma coisa muito feia de se sentir, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas o que eu sinto não é inveja, não... é que vejo o lindo futuro dos outros e vejo que meu futuro não reserva muita coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Então concluo que essa de carência ou solidão é algo que senti (e ainda sinto) durante toda a minha vida. Não sou invejoso, não... mas acho que ainda vou sofrer demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E sei que as pessoas ao meu redor talvez não sofram tanto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudade do tempo que estes olhos choravam de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora não choram mais. Não tenho mais lágrimas pra chorar por uma besteira de uma vidinha medíocre feito a minha.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mais é que ser feliz como eu sempre pareço estar, certo?&lt;br /&gt;Dar risada de mim mesmo e... boa! hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Música de hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Sempre Te Quis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Os Paralamas do Sucesso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todo o meu tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todo o meu zelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todo o meu prédio já sabe que eu tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Um amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todo receio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todo remédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tudo que sempre causava dor e medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foi por te ver andando reto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Entre tudo que há de incerto em mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E fui andando, voltei ao zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Um recomeço é uma forma de se encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por ser tranqüilo, por ser sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me preocupa, o que não for é o que vai passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foi por te ver andando reto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Entre tudo que há de incerto em mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que eu sempre te quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sempre te quis assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Só pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sempre te quis assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Só pra mim&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/15341305-116895167242085306?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116895167242085306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116895167242085306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116895167242085306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116895167242085306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/15-01-07-forget-about-this_15.html' title='15 - 01 - 07 - forget about this'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116860257563080362</id><published>2007-01-12T09:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T09:49:35.650-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Para aqueles que vierem a perguntar, sim. Este ano eu estou cumprindo à risca com meu diário. Só que ontem e anteontem eu esqueci de escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Então, aqui vai o diário desses dois dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, quarta-feira eu estava meio mal, sabe... ainda por causa daquela coisa de evento etc etc. Sem contar que às vezes eu me sinto meio abandonado, sabe... Eu havia combinado de ir à casa da Kelly no domingo, se não me engano. E disse que ligaria pra ela na segunda, para combinarmos direito. De fato, eu liguei. Mas ela não estava em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Na terça, eu liguei quando ela ainda não tinha chegado, porque liguei muito cedo e ela tava trabalhando. Mas não esperei nem que atendessem o telefone. Logo lembrei que era muito cedo. Depois, acabei esquecendo. Na quarta eu deixei passar. Achei que já tivéssemos marcado de se encontrar na quinta-feira. Ontem eu fiquei meio encanado de passar na casa dela e ela não estar me esperando. Ia chegar de surpresa, talvez, e por isso talvez ficasse chato. Deixa quieto. Ligarei pra ela hoje. À noite. Em casa. Tranqüilamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Então, quarta foi um tédio. Não fiz nada. Fiquei só na loja da minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu fiquei irritando ela até que ela marcasse da gente passar em alguma costureira pra que ela fizesse meu cosplay. Encontramos a Dona Arlete, que foi um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;de pessoa comigo e cobrou muito barato pelo serviço que ela iria fazer. Acho que nunca mais conseguirei comprar uma camisa com o preço que me foi cobrado (isso incluindo o tecido que eu comprei, que era 7,90 o metro). Assim que fechamos a loja, demos uma passadinha por lá e ela tirou as medidas, anotou meu telefone e o dia pra entrega, que eu disse que era dia 25. Claro que se ela me entregar no dia 26, não vai ter problema. Mas se pudesse ser dia 25, seria mais tranqüilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas à noite nem a Bruna entrou no MSN. Eu falo dela porque com ela o assunto não acaba. De jeito nenhum! E adoro isso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ontem eu já estava bem mais desencanado com relação ao evento. Também foi um dia tranqüilo, apesar de que, se a Kelly ficou me esperando, ganhou um bolo, tadinha. Tudo por culpa do meu esquecimento. Ligarei pra ela sem falta hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Liguei pro Alexandre pra gente combinar de ir ao centro de Bernô City, comprar os ingressos, meu mangá do TRC e a fita pra reforminha do meu cosplay antigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E hoje eu vou lá! Espero que dê tudo certo e que eu encontre essas coisas aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fye-san pediu pra eu comprar o ingresso dele. E eu farei isso, com certeza! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Muita felicidade! XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É isso, galera. Quem quiser comentar, fique à vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116860257563080362?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116860257563080362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116860257563080362' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116860257563080362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116860257563080362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/dirio.html' title='Diário'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116839246914498804</id><published>2007-01-09T23:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:27:49.160-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Postando porque não quero entupir meu flog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu quero dizer tudo o que se passa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por isso estou postando aqui no blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Povo, peloamordedeus... eu preciso de um pouco de coragem pra poder dizer aos outros o que realmente penso e parar de ficar martelando minha própria cabeça com meus pensamentos... mas também preciso de bom senso pra saber se o que eu quero dizer vale a pena ser dito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pra quem não entendeu nada, vejam a situação:&lt;br /&gt;Havia um grande grupo de cosplayers de Tsubasa. E havia o meu grupo. Não me pergunte qual dos dois surgiu primeiro, porque provavelmente eu vou puxar a sardinha pro meu lado e tentar provar que o meu veio primeiro. Mas não vou fazer isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De repente eu vejo que, no Orkut, um dos membros do grande grupo estava chamando pessoas pro grupo dele. Eu, na minha ingenuidade, quis falar que também tinha um grupo desse. Respondi ao post dessa pessoa e criei um novo pra mim, chamando pessoas pro meu grupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não intencionalmente, eu criei uma provocação, certo? Até parecia que eu queria desbancar o grupo dele... mas eu juro que não quis (mesmo se eu quisesse, não conseguiria jamais).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E eu odeio criar inimizades com pessoas que eu não conheço direito. Mas eu sei que acabei criando um clima muito chato. Queria pedir desculpas pelo que eu fiz a ele. Mas não pedi. Primeiro porque ia soar muito falso. Segundo porque eu não agi intencionalmente errado, nem me vejo arrependido de ter feito isso. Vejo-me arrependido por não ter pensado melhor antes de fazer o que fiz e por não ter adivinhado que ele pensaria que era provocação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pronto. Esclareci toda a situação. Sabe, escrever (ou falar)  sobre o que acontece comigo tira um peso enorme das minhas costas. Minha consciência agradece de verdade quando eu faço isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Como eu dizia, eu precisaria de coragem pra falar com ele, mas também precisaria de bom senso pra saber se o que eu iria dizer valia mesmo a pena ser dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não vale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que eu não penso direito antes de agir. Instinto de Lua em Áries. Que saco!&lt;br /&gt;Depois meu bom-senso virginiano me faz sentir culpado. Ô, que triste combinação, viu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só isso. Já aliviei um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou dormir.&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/15341305-116839246914498804?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116839246914498804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116839246914498804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116839246914498804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116839246914498804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/postando-porque-no-quero-entupir-meu.html' title='Postando porque não quero entupir meu flog...'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116551003447877765</id><published>2006-12-07T14:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:47:14.610-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rascunho de Criancice  "Kuuki To Hoshi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha criancice é enorme. Só isso que eu posso dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queria amadurecer de verdade, sabe... me tornar uma pessoa que não se preocupe com besteiras, que seja verdadeira... mas eu sou só isso, alguém que vive dizendo coisas da boca pra fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Na foto, eu e a linda da Ryoko numa livraria da Liberdade. Eu te adoro, moça! ^^ Eu sou retardado, mesmo... me desculpa por tudo, viu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Música de hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Kuuki To Hoshi"&lt;br /&gt;(Maaya Sakamoto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doushite na no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kono hirogari no naka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Utsukushii mono hodo kowareyasui nara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sukuidashite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anata ga tamashii ni kawatte shimau naraba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Issho ni tsureteitte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dounaruka wakaranakute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nakinagara koe wo ageru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Onegai hitoribocchi ni sasenai de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Inochi wa akkenakute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hontou ni inakunatte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mou ichido daite hoshii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anata dake ga tenshi datta no ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kaze ga fuite watashi wa hane no youni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kanashimi wo matotte tobasarete yuku no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kuuki to hoshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hakanai mono dake ga atsumaru kiyorakana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dare mo shiranai kuni e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kotoba ni naranai sekai aokute toumeina hikari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Subete wa kagayaki mitai ni morokute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hontou ni taisetsuna mono wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dare ni mo kizukare nakute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Te ni toreba chiisakute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ushina warete soshite kiete yuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doushite na no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kono hirogari no naka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Utsukushii mono hodo kowareyasui nara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sukuidashite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anata ga tamashii ni kawatte shimau naraba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Issho ni tsureteitte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Watashi wa hane no youni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kanashimi wo matotte tobasarete yuku no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kuuki to hoshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hakanai mono dake ga atsumaru kiyorakana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dare mo shiranai kuni e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A tradução deve estar ainda mais errada do que a letra... mas, fazer o quê, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ar e Estrelas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque é verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que, dentro deste espaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Isso é a coisa mais bela e a que quebra mais fácil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Salve-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se você transformar-se em um espírito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me leve com você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inseguro do que virá,&lt;br /&gt;eu falo quando choro:&lt;br /&gt;"Por favor, não me deixe só".&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão curta e&lt;br /&gt;você realmente partiu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que você me abrace de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Você é meu único anjo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra e eu não sofro.&lt;br /&gt;Como penas voando,&lt;br /&gt;ar e estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Para uma terra tão pura e misteriosa para qualquer um,&lt;br /&gt;onde apenas se concentram coisas passageiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo indescritível, uma luz azul e clara.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é delicado como um brilho.&lt;br /&gt;O que é realmente precioso&lt;br /&gt;É irreconhecível para qualquer um e&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno, se o fechar nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;se perde, e então, realmente desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Que, dentro deste espaço,&lt;br /&gt;isso é a mais bela coisa e que quebra mais fácil?&lt;br /&gt;Salve-me.&lt;br /&gt;Se você transformar-se em um espírito&lt;br /&gt;me leve com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sofro.&lt;br /&gt;Como penas voando,&lt;br /&gt;ar e estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Para uma terra tão pura e misteriosa para qualquer um&lt;br /&gt;onde apenas se concentram coisas passageiras.&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/15341305-116551003447877765?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116551003447877765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116551003447877765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116551003447877765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116551003447877765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/12/rascunho-de-criancice-kuuki-to-hoshi.html' title='Rascunho de Criancice  &quot;Kuuki To Hoshi&quot;'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116472697896530029</id><published>2006-11-28T13:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:16:58.433-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quase isso entra no meu flog. Tirei a tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depressão nº 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu sou um excluído. Alguém que vive excluindo a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depressão nº 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Obrigações são péssimas. Odeio ser obrigado a fazer alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depressão nº 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu não sou uma pessoa divertida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depressão nº 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu não tenho fotos para postar aqui. Fotos minhas são fotos solitárias. Eu e eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depressão nº 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Queria que tudo isso fosse diferente. Que eu tivesse vontades e motivações. Que eu não fosse tímido para que não pensassem que eu sou egocêntrico, que eu sou alguém que não quer companhias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu preciso de companhias e de amizades. Próximas. Preciso 24 horas por dia de pessoas muito próximas de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depressão nº 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Queria que eu estagiasse na minha área e que tudo fosse mais fácil. Mas as lições mais importantes são difíceis de serem aprendidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depressão nº 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Esta foto foi tirada numa das aulas de iluminação. A Karinne tava do meu lado. Mas a única pessoa reconhecível além de mim nesta foto é a Priscila, lá no fundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depressão nº 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Arrependo-me de ter postado todas as minhas fotos neste tom de laranja envelhecido. Parece que todas as minhas fotos foram tiradas de um passado distante, e que nada disso foi real. É como se todas as fotos que tirei não existissem na verdade, como se tudo demonstrasse uma ilusão passageira e que não retornará mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depressão nº 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Devia ter deixado minhas depressões para o meu blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depressão nº 10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Escutem essa música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Lovers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Fonogenico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, a letra da música eu já postei aqui no blog... Não vou precisar postar de novo, certo?&lt;br /&gt;...aiai, logo isso passa... eu me conheço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;visitem meu flog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/brunomttakeo"&gt;www.fotolog.com/brunomttakeo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;comentem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116472697896530029?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116472697896530029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116472697896530029' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116472697896530029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116472697896530029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/11/depresses.html' title='Depressões...'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116412678090561039</id><published>2006-11-21T14:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:33:01.010-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitem meu flog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se há alguém que até hoje visita esse blog, peço encarecidamente que visitem meu flog!&lt;br /&gt;O endereço tá aqui embaixo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/brunomttakeo"&gt;www.fotolog.com/brunomttakeo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, escrevi um textinho esses dias, talvez eu posto ele aqui no blog em breve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É isso, povo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Obrigado pelo apoio no meu flogu!! hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116412678090561039?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116412678090561039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116412678090561039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116412678090561039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116412678090561039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/11/visitem-meu-flog.html' title='Visitem meu flog!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116195598544695405</id><published>2006-10-27T10:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:33:05.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Isolo-me dos demais inconscientemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aguardo pelo inesperado momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Em que tudo se transforma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Inesperadamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tudo muda num único momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No momento em que damos o primeiro passo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sentimos a mudança do universo, que nos auxilia a seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Repentinamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por vontade própria, espontânea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Praticamos uma ação à qual não estamos acostumados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E nesse instante, nada pode ser previsto.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo pode mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E quando tudo muda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nossas referências de vida são postas à prova;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Certamente aprenderemos a ser diferentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A termos a mente aberta, a sermos amplos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E, ainda que nos recusemos a continuar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jogados somos ao futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116195598544695405?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116195598544695405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116195598544695405' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116195598544695405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116195598544695405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/10/assim.html' title='Assim'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116127963973071269</id><published>2006-10-19T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:40:40.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mata Ashita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/mileu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/320/mileu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Mata Ashita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(MASAMI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me wo tojitara nani ga miete kuru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yasashii anata no egao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mimi sumaseba nani ga kikoeru no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yume miteta sasayaki ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nee itsuka kanaeta koi hitotsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yuuyami ni potsurito negaiboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Utsumuitara namida koboresou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kakedasu no mata ashita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hoozue tsukinagara kuchizusamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Setsunaku amai MERODII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Araigami wo sotto yurasu no wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Itazura na yoru no kaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kyou sukoshi hanashi ga dekimashita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Choppiri tokimeita kibun desu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sotto DAIYARII tojite yume wo miru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hohoende mata ashita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nee itsuka kanaeta koi hitotsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yozora ni matataku negaiboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tsukiakari ni ukabu FOOTOGURAFU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oyasuminasai anata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me wo tojite mata ashita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A tradução vem já...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116127963973071269?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116127963973071269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116127963973071269' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116127963973071269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116127963973071269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/10/mata-ashita.html' title='Mata Ashita'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116120745294952088</id><published>2006-10-18T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T18:37:32.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Uma das coisas mais imprescindíveis para nós é o costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nos acostumamos com as piores e com as melhores situações possíveis: nos acostumamos a ter o que temos, a não ter mais aquilo que perdemos, a seguir uma rotina, a quebrá-la sempre que possível, a não seguir rotina nenhuma, a ter dias bons e dias ruins, a ganhar e a dar presentes, a conversar com pessoas que gostamos, a ignorar aqueles de quem não gostamos... acostumamo-nos a tudo. Ou a praticamente tudo que dura um tempo suficiente para que possamos adquirir um costume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Além disso, também nos acostumamos com um ciclo de 24 horas que, cada vez mais, parece passar mais depressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tudo é uma questão de costume e, se não houvesse essa aquisição diária de novos costumes, tudo seria um grande esforço. Nenhuma de nossas falhas seriam aceitas da maneira que são. Se é fácil aceitar certo tipo de falhas, estas não seriam tão facilmente aceitas. Se é difícil, seria ainda mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O costume, apesar de parecer a muitos algo muito ruim, que tende ao conformismo e ao fato de não incentivar a motivação para mudar situações incômodas, tem também um lado muito positivo. Ele alivia a dor de viver sem novidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116120745294952088?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116120745294952088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116120745294952088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116120745294952088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116120745294952088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/10/costume.html' title='Costume'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116018312082857701</id><published>2006-10-07T09:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:05:20.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria muito que tudo fosse diferente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não sei por quê, mas agora fiquei muito desolado. De verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu queria ser alguém que fosse mais normal, sabe... alguém que saísse do casulo de vez em quando, e que fosse realmente sociável. Sociável o bastante para não ser tão sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Muitos, muitos de meus posts falam da solidão. Em alguns, eu não ligava pra ela; em outros, ela era a pior coisa que eu poderia desejar. É por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A solidão é algo que não pode ser visto de um ponto de vista apenas. A maioria das pessoas gosta de morar sozinho por ter grande independência e poder tomar conta do seu nariz, fazer tudo o que quiser na hora em que quiser. Mas ninguém (ou pouca gente) acha 100% bom morar sozinho. A maioria gosta de ter companhia na maior parte do tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A maior parte do tempo eu passo sozinho, lamentando por estar sozinho e por não ter como estar acompanhado de qualquer outro ser vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Isso é simplesmente a coisa da qual eu mais quero me livrar no momento. Eu quero ser alguém normal (nesse sentido de não ser tão sozinho). Isso é o normal. Ou melhor, é o mais comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Então, é isso aí. Eu queria ser mais comum. Vê se é possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É. Mas é difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tenho a leve impressão de que algo no meu destino traz a solidão. É como se fosse um karma, uma tatuagem, um nome, um registro em carteira de trabalho ou em carta de motorista. É algo do qual eu não me livrarei com facilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas eu tenho fé. Fé num futuro diferente. E sem esforço no caminho. Apenas lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116018312082857701?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116018312082857701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116018312082857701' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116018312082857701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116018312082857701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/10/queria-muito-que-tudo-fosse-diferente.html' title='Queria muito que tudo fosse diferente!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116018223649199261</id><published>2006-10-06T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:50:36.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Algo que eu simplesmente não consigo encontrar atualmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aqui vai uma música. Muito a ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Satisfação"&lt;br /&gt;(Lulu Santos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sei que não mereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todo o teu apreço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sou irresponsável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me chame assim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sei que é bem verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tudo de me acusares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Já que estou em tuas mãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Faz como entenderes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As canções mais tolas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tendo seus defeitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sabem diagnosticar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que vai no peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pego o telefone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ligo a televisão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Abro a geladeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas não tem satisfação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E eu não vou me dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ao luxo de te perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu me recuso a admitir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que amar é sofrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por favor, comentem!!! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116018223649199261?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116018223649199261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116018223649199261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116018223649199261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116018223649199261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/10/satisfao.html' title='Satisfação'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-116008781799362962</id><published>2006-10-05T19:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T19:40:42.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasteless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nunca, nunca provei nada tão sem sabor como esta rotina que estou vivendo. Tudo vive sem qualquer tipo de temperos, apesar de não ser tão ruim como eu poderia imaginar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Claro, aquilo que não tem gosto não é detestável. Mas, sem sombra de dúvida, é muito pior do que sentir, de verdade, sem qualquer tipo de medo, todo tipo de sabores que a vida pode trazer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-116008781799362962?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/116008781799362962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=116008781799362962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116008781799362962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/116008781799362962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/10/tasteless.html' title='Tasteless'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115947999961003183</id><published>2006-09-28T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:48:08.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual o tamanho do mundo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fiquei em casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;À espera de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nenhuma notícia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nenhuma chamada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ninguém com seu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nem sua feição,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nenhuma esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nenhuma canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Um mundo assim p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;arece tão imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E eu continuo vivendo em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Qual o tamanho do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Se este parece tão imenso&lt;br /&gt;Mas traz coincidências tão grandes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Típicas de um lugar muito pequeno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115947999961003183?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115947999961003183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115947999961003183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115947999961003183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115947999961003183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/09/qual-o-tamanho-do-mundo.html' title='Qual o tamanho do mundo?'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115878923652001833</id><published>2006-09-22T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:47:26.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Pessoa"&lt;br /&gt;(Marina Lima)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Olhar você&lt;br /&gt;E não saber&lt;br /&gt;Que você é a pessoa mais linda do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria alguém lá no fundo do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar você&lt;br /&gt;E não querer&lt;br /&gt;É porque eu não quero que nada aconteça&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser porque eu não ando bem da cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Ou eu já cansei de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu medo é uma coisa assim,&lt;br /&gt;Que corre por fora, entra, vai e volta sem sair&lt;br /&gt;Oh, não, não tente me fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que o amor é bom demais,&lt;br /&gt;Mas dói demais&lt;br /&gt;Sentir você&lt;br /&gt;E não querer&lt;br /&gt;É porque eu não quero que nada aconteça&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser porque eu não ando bem da cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Ou eu já cansei de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Ou eu já dancei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu medo é uma coisa assim,&lt;br /&gt;Que corre por fora, entra, vai e volta sem sair&lt;br /&gt;Oh, não, não tente me fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que o amor é bom demais,&lt;br /&gt;Mas dói demais sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mas dói demais sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mas dói demais sentir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115878923652001833?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115878923652001833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115878923652001833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115878923652001833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115878923652001833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/09/pessoa.html' title='Pessoa'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115878884690828412</id><published>2006-09-20T18:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:47:26.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém pode me explicar o que aconteceu com o mundo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Picture not available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Será que alguém pode me livrar dessa ausência?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115878884690828412?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115878884690828412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115869520226545088</id><published>2006-09-19T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:46:42.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu YouTube</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estes são os meus vídeos do YouTube! Vejam, comentem, votem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Beatles - She Loves You (Excel Saga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbY2wtfUB80"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbY2wtfUB80&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ningyo Hime - Chobits (Elfen Lied)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tObsyqLkqdo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohc6MUmmguA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohc6MUmmguA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tObsyqLkqdo"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Toxic (Fruits Basket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0uYr1gAdmE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0uYr1gAdmE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tObsyqLkqdo"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let Me Be With You - Chobits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tObsyqLkqdo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tObsyqLkqdo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115869520226545088?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115869520226545088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115869520226545088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115869520226545088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115869520226545088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/09/meu-youtube.html' title='Meu YouTube'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115858581090920941</id><published>2006-09-18T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:23:30.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/muctigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/400/muctigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's true. I hate Sundays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115858581090920941?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115858581090920941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115858581090920941' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115858581090920941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115858581090920941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-sundays.html' title='I hate Sundays'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115827227436241965</id><published>2006-09-14T19:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:17:54.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente, infelizmente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A Metodista finalmente bloqueou de vez o YouTube na faculdade... infelizmente, né...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje eu não tenho absolutamente nada a dizer. De verdade. Nadinha, nem um "ah". Tava de bom humor, mas qualquer um que me conhece um pouquinho sabe como eu sou instável. Odeio esse meu defeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115827227436241965?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115827227436241965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115827227436241965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115827227436241965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115827227436241965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/09/finalmente-infelizmente.html' title='Finalmente, infelizmente...'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115806594740811808</id><published>2006-09-12T09:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:24:21.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just go ahead... don't you worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/segredodeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/400/segredodeu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu tô realmente muito decepcionado comigo mesmo... queria ser diferente e ser alguém mais sincero, mais simpático e mais social... mas eu só sou eu mesmo... tenho segredos, conto mentiras, desvio de assuntos e não quero revelar a mim mesmo quem eu sou de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...meu egocentrismo se expressa aqui, neste blog, a cada novo post. O egocentrismo dos outros se expressa aqui, neste blog, a cada comentário não feito, a cada comentário que nada têm a ver com o que escrevo... o egocentrismo é necessário... precisamos dele para rever quem somos, perdoar e consertar nossas falhas, fazer tudo diferente, mudar para melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...apenas não se preocupe, Bruno... continue, siga em frente, você vai encontrar a você mesmo no final, de algum jeito... lá está a sua verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A foto acima é de um livrinho do Ziraldo que eu ganhei quando tinha cinco anos. A história é muito bonitinha, conta a história da letra "U" e diz que, quando ela nasceu, era de ponta-cabeça, e guardava tudo o que tinha só para si mesma, como um copo sobre a mesa, com a boca virada para baixo... um belo dia, depois de seguir os conselhos de uma letra oriental, ela deu uma pirueta, virou de cabeça para cima e tornou-se generosa, como um grande sorriso, e acordava todos os dias com o colo cheio de estrelas que do céu caíam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu ainda estou de ponta-cabeça... quem sabe um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Put Your Records On"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Corinne Bailey Rae)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Three little birds sat on my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And they told me I don't need to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maybe sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we’ve got it wrong, but it's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The more things seem to change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the more they stay the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl, put your records on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tell me your favorite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hope you get your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sipping tea in the bar by the road side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(just relax, just relax)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gotta love that afro hair do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maybe sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we feel afraid, but it's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The more you stay the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the more they seem to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl, put your records on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tell me your favourite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hope you get your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just more than I could take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pity for pity's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some nights kept me awake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I thought that I was stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you gonna realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that you don't even have to try any longer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do what you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl, put your records on,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Três passarinhos pousaram em minha janela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E eles me disseram que eu não preciso me preocupar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O verão chegou feito canela, tão doce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Menininhas pulam corda no concreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Talvez, às vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nós não entendemos direito, mas tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quanto mais as coisas parecem mudar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mais elas ficam iguais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, não hesite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Garota, ponha seu som pra tocar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Diga pra mim qual sua música preferida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Siga em frente, não se preocupe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jeans cor de safira desbotados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Espero que você consiga seus sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só siga em frente, não se preocupe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você vai encontrar a si mesma em algum lugar, de algum jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Triste como o céu, queimada de sol e sozinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tomando chá num bar à beira da estrada (só relaxe, só relaxe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não deixe aqueles outros garotos te enganar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você deve amar esse penteado afro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Talvez, às vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nós sentimos medo, mas tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quanto mais você continua a mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mais eles parecem mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você não acha isso estranho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Garota, ponha seu som pra tocar,&lt;br /&gt;Diga pra mim qual sua música preferida.&lt;br /&gt;Siga em frente, não se preocupe.&lt;br /&gt;Jeans cor de safira desbotados,&lt;br /&gt;Espero que você consiga seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Só siga em frente, não se preocupe.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai encontrar a si mesma em algum lugar, de algum jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pouco mais do que eu podia suportar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Perdão pelo bem do perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Algumas noites me deixaram acordada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pensei que eu fosse mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando você vai perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que você nem mesmo precisa tentar mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Faça o que você quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Garota, ponha seu som pra tocar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Diga pra mim qual sua música preferida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Siga em frente, não se preocupe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jeans cor de safira desbotados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Espero que você consiga seus sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só siga em frente, não se preocupe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você vai encontrar a si mesma em algum lugar, de algum jeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115758064166961246</id><published>2006-09-06T18:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:10:41.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nossa, que frio!!! Muito frio!!! Tá um frio tão grande que eu nem sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Procurei o "Jogo do Mico" pra Fezinha, não achei nada... procurei um chaveiro pra Deh, também não achei... tava difícil andar nesse frio procurando nas lojas essas coisas... mas eu também tava doido pra achar o Jogo do Mico... uahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Como eu estou congelado, aí vai a letra de "Frozen", da Madonna. Eu tirei as partes repetidas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Frozen"&lt;br /&gt;(Madonna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You only see what your eyes want to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How can life be what you want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're frozen, when your heart's not open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're so consumed with how much you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You waste your time with hate and regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're broken, when your heart's not open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If I could melt your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We'd never be apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Give yourself to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You hold the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now there's no point in placing the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you should know I suffer the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If I lose you, my heart will be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love is a bird, she needs to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let all the hurt inside of you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ou're frozen, when your heart's not open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If I could melt your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We'd never be apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Give yourself to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You hold the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If I could melt your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Congelado"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você só vê o que seus olhos querem ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Como a vida pode ser aquilo que você quer que ela seja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você está [fica] congelado quando seu coração não está aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você está tão obcecado com quanto você ganha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você desperdiça seu tempo com ódio e arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você está arrasado quando seu coração não está aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se eu pudesse derreter seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nós nunca nos separaríamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Entregue-se para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você detém a chave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Agora não há razão em se estabelecer a culpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E você deveria saber que eu sofro da mesma maneira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se eu perder você, meu coração se quebrará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O amor é um pássaro que precisa voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Deixe toda a mágoa em você morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você está congelado quando seu coração não está aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se eu pudesse derreter seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Nós nunca nos separaríamos&lt;br /&gt;Entregue-se para mim&lt;br /&gt;Você detém a chave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se eu pudesse derreter seu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que musiquinha sem sal nem açúcar, não? Jesus! Mas eu estou congelado hoje. Valeu a pena postar esta "be-lís-si-ma" canção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;COMENTEM!!! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115758064166961246?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115758064166961246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115758064166961246' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115758064166961246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115758064166961246'/><link rel='alternate' 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real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quero alguém sempre aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quero quando eu precisar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quero mesmo é sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quero saber se é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se esse mundo desabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se tudo isso se apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se de tudo eu esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se assim eu me esquivar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o que eu quero é uma companhia verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;terna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tenra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sábia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alguém pra dizer que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(e será) sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;meu verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115740722773473232?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115706112798323475</id><published>2006-08-31T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:52:08.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se ninguém comentar este post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...será o quinto seguido sem nenhum comentário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nada para dizer do dia de hoje. Somente que hoje é aniversário da Cláu Akane e da Mara... heheheh (como se todos as conhecessem, né? hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Acho que todo mundo deve me achar muito irritante... Todos me tratam tão mal! Preciso deixar de lado minha alta voltagem, ser menos explosivo e mais cuidadoso. O problema é que todo mundo decide te fazer de trouxa quando você é bonzinho demais, não? Pois é... Mas bonzinho eu já sou. Só preciso ser um bonzinho de bom-humor. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;quando a imagem de quem sou vai se revelar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115706112798323475?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115706112798323475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115706112798323475' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115706112798323475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115706112798323475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/se-ningum-comentar-este-post.html' title='Se ninguém comentar este post...'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115697631426967493</id><published>2006-08-30T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:18:35.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a imagem de quem sou vai se revelar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pode parecer besta, ou até absurdo, mas sinto que não mostrei quem sou de verdade a ninguém, ainda. E não quero dizer que sou diferentes pessoas. Isto, certamente, todos nós somos. Somos uma pessoa entre a família, outra entre os amigos, outra ainda com desconhecidos, com colegas de trabalho; enfim, somos muitos, mas somos apenas nós mesmos: uma pessoa polivalente. Cada um de nós é uma pessoa múltipla, sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas não é isso que quero dizer. Quero dizer que existem certas coisas a meu respeito que ninguém conhece; aliás, certas coisas a meu respeito nem eu mesmo conheço. E, apesar disso, existem muitas pessoas com as quais eu poderia realmente abrir meu coração e dizer o que sinto, dizer porque sempre me sinto sozinho, mesmo não estando, de fato, sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sempre quis mudar: ser uma pessoa menos altruísta, menos ingênua, menos tímida. Ser alguém mais valente, mais decidido, mais otimista. Explodir menos, ler mais. Mas eu sou quem eu sou, e não me satisfaço com minha personalidade; por isso, tento mudá-la sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No entanto, ninguém conhece o meu coração. Ninguém sabe o que sinto, o que desejo, o que amo, o que me amedronta, o que me atrai, o que me afasta. Meu coração é algo novo até mesmo para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje vou postar a letra da música "Reflection", tema do filme Mulan. É, é, eu sei. Credo, Bruno, Mulan??! Pois é. Mas a letra é exatamente o que senti hoje. Exceto pelo fato de ser noiva, ser filha, ser garota... (risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Abaixo também vai uma tradução e a letra da música em português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Reflection"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Voz: Lea Salonga / Melodia: Matthew Wilder / Letra: David Zippel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;I will never pass for a perfect bride&lt;br /&gt;Or a perfect daughter&lt;br /&gt;Can it be&lt;br /&gt;I'm not meant to play this part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;That if I were truly to be myself&lt;br /&gt;I would break my family's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight&lt;br /&gt;Back at me?&lt;br /&gt;Why is my reflection someone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;Though I've tried&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Reflexo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Olhe para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu nunca me passarei por uma perfeita noiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ou por uma filha perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que eu não fui feita para representar esse papel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Agora eu vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que se eu agisse verdadeiramente como eu mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu quebraria o coração de minha família. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem é essa garota que eu vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Olhando diretamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[De volta] para mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por que meu reflexo é alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que eu não conheço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De certo modo, eu não posso esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem eu sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Apesar de ter tentado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando meu reflexo vai mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem eu sou por dentro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando meu reflexo vai mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu sou por dentro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;* = no sentido de "desapontaria minha família".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Reflexo"&lt;br /&gt;(versão brasileira de "Reflection")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe bem&lt;br /&gt;A perfeita esposa&lt;br /&gt;Jamais vou ser...&lt;br /&gt;Ou perfeita filha...&lt;br /&gt;Eu talvez tenha que me transformar&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que&lt;br /&gt;Sendo só eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;Não vou poder&lt;br /&gt;Ver a paz reinar no meu lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Junto a mim, em meu ser?&lt;br /&gt;É a minha imagem?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Como vou desvendar?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar...&lt;br /&gt;Quando a imagem de quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Vai se revelar?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a imagem de quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Vai se revelar?&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/15341305-115697631426967493?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115697631426967493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115697631426967493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115697631426967493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115697631426967493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/quando-imagem-de-quem-sou-vai-se.html' title='Quando a imagem de quem sou vai se revelar?'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115688942380367180</id><published>2006-08-29T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:10:23.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa freddo / Segreti / Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje faz um frio tão grande...! Acho que é o dia mais frio do ano, não é possível!! Acho que vou congelar de verdade...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Decidi que não vou ficar até o final da aula da Carla, não. Tá muito frio. heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quero falar sobre segredos, hoje. Todos nós temos segredos, coisas que fazemos escondidos, coisas das quais nos arrependemos de ter ou não ter feito e que, por isso, escondemos demais. Gastamos tanta energia apenas para esconder esse tipo de coisas que chegamos a duvidar da real necessidade de tamanho esforço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pois é. Certas coisas realmente não devemos esconder. Quem somos, nossas fraquezas e nossos erros são algumas das coisas que não precisamos esconder de ninguém, pois cabe somente a nós a ciência deste tipo de coisas. Nós é que devemos saber da nossa personalidade e das nossas falhas, para que possamos mudar nosso jeito de ser quando julgarmos necessário, e somente &lt;em&gt;quando&lt;/em&gt; julgarmos necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas certas coisas são realmente difíceis de serem reveladas. Talvez nem mesmo nossos melhores amigos conhecem certos segredos. Eu tenho alguns segredos deste tipo, que adoraria poder compartilhar com alguém. No entanto, tenho medo da reação dos demais para com certos fatos ocultos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Espero muitos comentários neste post. Às vezes, penso que só eu escondo certos fatos das pessoas, por besteira minha. Quero conhecer mais pessoas que façam o mesmo que eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje vai aqui uma música muito linda do Fonogenico, mas ainda não conheço a tradução dela... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Lovers"&lt;br /&gt;(Fonogenico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hanashi tsuzukete mo mada tarinai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deau mae no futari wo hiki awasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kimi to boku no omoi de ga mazatte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sakki yori mo atatakasa masu MAABURU moyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unadarete naita yoru mo hada iron ni tokete yuku yo&lt;br /&gt;Kanashimi mo kimi to boku to wo tsunagu tame atta to omou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heta na eigo majiri no hana uta&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no koe ga kikitakute mimi sumasu&lt;br /&gt;Eien to yobenai ima dakedo&lt;br /&gt;Magire mo naku bokura wa kitto "futari" nan da yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jareatte nekorondari hanasaki ni KISU wo shitari&lt;br /&gt;Sagashiteta utagai no nai ai o me o tojite tashika me au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yakusoku yori daiji na mono fukai SOFA no ue ni&lt;br /&gt;"Anata ni aete wakatta yo" to kata ni motareteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moshi mo negai kanau no nara ima koko de toki o tomete&lt;br /&gt;Mabataki no isshun ni bokura hibi warete shimau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jareatte nekorondari hanasaki ni KISU o shitari&lt;br /&gt;Sagashiteta utagai no nai ai o me o tojite tashika me au&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/15341305-115688942380367180?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115688942380367180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115688942380367180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115688942380367180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115688942380367180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/fa-freddo-segreti-lovers.html' title='Fa freddo / Segreti / Lovers'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115645888660549528</id><published>2006-08-25T19:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:37:11.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser feliz de verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando encontramos nossa plena felicidade, não importam os problemas, as contrariedades, nada disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tive motivos de sobra no dia do meu aniversário para ficar triste, enraivecido, abatido ou qualquer outra coisa do gênero. Foi, de longe, o pior dia 23 de agosto pelo qual já passei. Mas sinceramente penso que encontrei a verdadeira felicidade. Sem dúvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Creio que isso faz parte do amadurecimento. Aprendi mais coisas num único dia do que no ano passado inteiro. Trezentos e sessenta e cinco dias de lições não foram suficientes quando vejo que encontrei, no dia de hoje, a plenitude, a serenidade para continuar e não me abater por um simples mal-entendido, por coisas materiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não gostaria de enumerar os diversos fatos pelos quais passei no dia de ontem. Mas quero me lembrar para sempre do dia 23/08/2006 como a data mais importante do ano. Por isso, contarei como foi meu dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fui para a loja da minha mãe e recebi um e-mail de uma grande amiga minha. Descobri que havia um imenso mal-entendido e que quase causou uma confusão maior. Também fiquei doente, minha garganta começou a arranhar. Pra completar, levaram o meu celular. Para recuperá-lo, fiz uma promessa. Sei que o terei de volta, mas ainda não está comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mizuko-chan estará, pelo menos, a partir de agora, sempre ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115645888660549528?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115645888660549528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115645888660549528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115645888660549528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115645888660549528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/ser-feliz-de-verdade.html' title='Ser feliz de verdade'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115643294041999027</id><published>2006-08-24T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:21:46.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Há alguma razão para que as pessoas sejam aproveitadoras? Desleixadas? Remediadoras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É incrível como tanta gente gosta de se aproveitar de certas situações, não resistem a nenhum tipo de tentação e acabam cometendo o terrível pecado de invadir o direito alheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É absurdo como uma multidão desistente e relapsa prefere não lutar pelos seus sonhos, mas, ao invés de arcar com as conseqüências dessa decisão, querem fazer com que seus sonhos realizados caiam do céu em suas mãos, ou sejam realizados por outras pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É ridículo como a humanidade é egoísta e idiota. É um disparate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Qual a razão de vivermos numa nação tão mesquinha, tão ingênua? (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ingênua, sim! Muito ingênua! Não há felicidade plena em conseguir seus objetivos através dos outros, sem esforço, sem suor, sem garra, sem vontade. Não há a sensação de dever cumprido, não há compensação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não digo que se o universo fornece a você a oportunidade de ouro, você deve recusá-la. Mas digo que você não pode roubar a oportunidade de ouro das mãos de outra pessoa. Se no final do arco-íris há o grande pote de ouro, há também o duende guardião dele. Se o pote não pertence a você, não o roube de outra pessoa, não ataque o duende, pelo amor de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se quiser ser idiota, seja. Só não seja desumano. Ou melhor, não seja INJUSTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Já existe injustiça demais para uma só humanidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aqui vai a tradução de "Reason", do Fonogenico, que eu tanto prometi...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Razão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esse sentimento começam a nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Conectado por anéis invisíveis, olhos nos olhos nos encontramos, baby é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Até a cor do céu começa a renascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A lâmpada do meu coração acendeu, e a porta se abriu com um flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enfraquecendo e ondulando nessa caprichosa jornada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu estou realmente exausta de andar em círculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uma melodia começou a tocar e me fez pensar na primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você me deu uma clara e simples resposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esse sentimento é novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enfrente o com seus braços abertos, não tenha medo, chame um nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Até o significado das palavras está renascendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Até quando eu desmorono e choro, tudo o que sinto tem uma razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É melhor mostras suas cores verdadeiras do que fingir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pressentimentos são códigos, você os decifrará um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esse sentimento é novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Conectado por anéis invisíveis, sim nós nos apaixonamos, baby é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Até a cor do céu está renascendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A luz do meu coração acendeu, e a porta dele se abriu como um flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu tenho em minha mente, eu quero ser forte agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mesmo se mais separações estão por vir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não é coincidência, nós estamos renascendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enfrente com os braços abertos, não tenha medo, chame um nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Até eu posso renascer, eu tenho certeza disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Até quando eu desmorono e choro, tudo que eu sinto tem uma razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115643294041999027?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115643294041999027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115643294041999027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115643294041999027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115643294041999027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/razo.html' title='Razão'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115634408459657594</id><published>2006-08-23T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:58:11.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagai Aida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje é meu aniversário!! ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ!! hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bem que eu podia por uma musiquinha da Xuxa ou coisa do gênero... mas preferi algo melhor, mais criativo e menos idiota... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nagai Aida"&lt;br /&gt;(Kiroro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nagai aida matasete gomen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mata kyuu ni shigoto ga haita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Itsumo issho ni irarenakute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sabishii omoi wo saseta ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aenai toki juwaki kara kikoeru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kimi no koe ga kasureteru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hisashiburi ni atta toki no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kimi no egao ga mune wo saratte yuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kizuita no anata ga konna ni mune no naka ni iru koto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ai shiteru masaka ne sonna koto ienai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anata no sono kotoba dake wo shinjite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kyo made matteita watashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Egao dake wa wasurenai youni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anata no soba ni itai kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Waratteru anata no soba dewa sunao ni nareru no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ai shiteru demo masaka ne... sonna koto ienai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Tanto Tempo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Perdão por te fazer esperar tanto tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De repente ficou cheio de serviço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não podendo ficarmos sempre juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Te fiz sentir solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando não dá pra gente se encontrar, ouço no telefone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A sua voz rouca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando te encontro depois de muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O seu sorriso preenche o meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Percebi o quanto você é importante em meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amo você, não dá pra dizer uma coisa dessas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Acreditanto somente em suas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Estive esperando até hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não esqueça pelo menos do meu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quero ficar perto de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Perto de você sorrindo consigo ser sincera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amo você... porém não dá pra dizer uma coisa dessas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YouTube de Hoje: "Crownless" - Nightwish - Misheard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3huTjmiSXA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3huTjmiSXA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115634408459657594?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115634408459657594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115634408459657594' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115634408459657594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115634408459657594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/nagai-aida.html' title='Nagai Aida'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115625053300228334</id><published>2006-08-22T09:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:42:13.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã é 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amanhã estarei comemorando vinte anos! Que bonito! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não, é sério... 20 anos! Caramba, meu... passa sem a gente perceber, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, vou postar uma música que é pro dia de hoje, certinho. Como é do Kid Abelha, a letra é bastante feminina... XD hahaha... Mas é pro dia de hoje, mesmo, não se encaixa em nenhum outro dia do ano... rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Amanhã é 23"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Kid Abelha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As entradas do meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E os meus cabelos brancos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aparecem a cada ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No final do mês de agosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Há vinte anos você nasceu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ainda guardo um retrato antigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas, agora que você cresceu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não se parece nada comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Esse seu ar de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Alimenta a minha dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tua pose de princesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;De onde você tirou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, amanhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanhã, amanhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanhã é 23,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;São oito dias para o fim do mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Faz tanto tempo que eu não te vejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Queria o teu beijo outra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Realmente, há vinte anos eu nasci, mas... pose de princesa?? Eu, hein! hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cabelos brancos? Não, eles também não aparecem, eles caem, mesmo...! A cada ano, no final do mês de agosto!! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YouTube de hoje: They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2VEUyuhq1k&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=lord%20of%20the%20rings%20they%C2%B4re%20taking%20"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2VEUyuhq1k&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=lord%20of%20the%20rings%20they%C2%B4re%20taking%20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É isso! Comentem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115625053300228334?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115625053300228334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115625053300228334' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115625053300228334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115625053300228334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/amanh-23.html' title='Amanhã é 23'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115618513220891412</id><published>2006-08-21T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:32:12.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotoblog ou Blogoflog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/400/039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tô achando que seria melhor eu criar um flog... hoje, por exemplo, eu não tenho nada a dizer... o dia tá normalzinho de tudo... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas eu tenho uma foto que posso postar... e estou postando... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aliás, incrível: meu assunto favorito no blog é o meu próprio blog... adoro discutir o que vou postar, o que não vou... às vezes faço textos muito legais, outras vezes escrevo um monte de besteira... Esse mês foi um daqueles que enchi o meu blog: quase todo dia teve post. Mas nenhum deles foi inteligente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vou ficar mais velho depois de amanhã!! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aliás, mentira. Eu fico mais velho todos os dias, é que quarta-feira minha idade vai arredondar para vinte anos completos. Vinte. Ah q bosta! Agora (aliás, em breve) conseguirei dizer quantos anos eu tenho com apenas cinco letras: tenho vinte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aí vai o link YouTube de hoje. Mais Nightwish - End Of All Hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qs7bptn1tqM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qs7bptn1tqM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115618513220891412?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115618513220891412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115618513220891412' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115618513220891412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115618513220891412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/fotoblog-ou-blogoflog.html' title='Fotoblog ou Blogoflog?'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115593939252525420</id><published>2006-08-19T02:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:16:32.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomodachi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maaya Sakamoto ROXXXXXXXXX!! O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hehehehe... quem não conhece essa música, vou esclarecer que fez parte do anime The Vision Of Escaflowne (que eu não vi)... E nem preciso ver... Maaya é tudo o que o mundo J-Pop precisava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Baixem a música, leiam a letra e a tradução!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, estou devendo a letra traduzida de "Reason", né? Virá em breve, podem acreditar... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Tomodachi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Maaya Sakamoto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doushiteru kana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anata no koto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tsumetai kaze ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sukoshi omotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eda ni motarete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hanashita yo ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Karada ga hiete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hi ga ochite mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nakidashite shimatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Watashi wo mamoru you ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Damatte soba ni ite kureta ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fushigi na sekai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sono hitomi ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Utsushiteru you na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sonna ki ga shita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Akogareda toka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yume miru koto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anata ni kitto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oshierareta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hanarebanare ni naru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sukoshi mae ni tsugeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Negai wasurenaide iru kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tookute mo anata ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maketaku wa nai n da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Itsu made mo futari wa RAIBARU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tayori wa iranai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Daisuki na tomodachi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dare ni mo iwanai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ichiban no omoi de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mou ichido aeru sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Daisuki na tomodachi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wasureru koto nai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Daisuki na tomodachi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amigo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Como será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que você está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Neste vento gelado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Estive pensando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Encostado em um galho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nos falamos, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meu corpo esfriou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando o sol se pôs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando chorei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você, para me proteger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Silenciosamente ficou ao meu lado, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Como se um mundo misterioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Estivesse se refletindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nestes olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu tive um pressentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esse desejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Este sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me ensinou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pois o desejo que te contei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Logo antes de nos separarmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você jamais vai esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ainda que você esteja distante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não vou perder para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seremos para sempre rivais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não preciso de notícias suas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Querido amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não vou contar a ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Minha mais importante memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vamos nos encontrar de novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Querido amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jamais vou te esquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Querido amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Detesto traduzir músicas... pegar traduções... mas, se são realmente necessárias, né? Falaí, muito bonitinha a letra, não? Ainda vou dar um jeito de disponibilizar mp3 pra todo mundo... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Enquanto isso não é possível, quem quiser, peça pra mim que eu passo na maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje não vai ter link do YouTube. Fim de semana é embaçado... hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115593939252525420?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115593939252525420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115593939252525420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115593939252525420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115593939252525420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/tomodachi.html' title='Tomodachi'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115592024053750400</id><published>2006-08-18T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:57:20.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza não tem fim, felicidade, sim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/Foto060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/400/Foto060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje estou triste, sem motivo. Ouvi as músicas "Home Nite" e "Natsukage" do Suga Shikao e isso me deixou triste, sem motivo. Mas... são músicas lindas, e "Home Nite" não é triste. Portanto, quem tiver interesse, baixem. Ou me peçam que eu passo numa boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Só vou postar uma foto hoje e um link do YouTube pra divertir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O vídeo de hoje é bem curtinho, quem quiser... divirta-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aliás, vocês viram o vídeo do Fernando Vannucci bêbado? Que horror... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YouTube de hoje: Miss Universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAHhEyNfck4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAHhEyNfck4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P.S.: A foto acima eu tirei na facul, faz pouco tempo... ficou bem estranho, né? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115592024053750400?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115592024053750400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115592024053750400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115592024053750400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115592024053750400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/tristeza-no-tem-fim-felicidade-sim.html' title='Tristeza não tem fim, felicidade, sim.'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115569183139625124</id><published>2006-08-16T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:30:31.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se este mundo fosse plano, nós nunca nos encontraríamos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vamos falar sobre o mundo. Sobre o destino. Sobre tudo o que acontece em nossas vidas. Faz algum sentido passarmos por todas as dificuldades que passamos? Faz algum sentido conhecer todas as pessoas que conhecemos? A vida é feita para ter sentido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quem acha que a vida é um mero acaso, diga agora. Se for mero acaso, é uma enorme coincidência, a maior que já vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cientificamente, podemos dizer que o universo surgiu do Big Bang. Uma dessas partículas que do Big Bang se desprenderam formou nosso planeta, que já foi, nesta época, uma bola de fogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coincidência demais nosso planeta tornar-se tão propenso a aparição de seres vivos. Clima favorável (após o resfriamento), água abundante, umidade do ar e atmosfera perfeitas. Daí é que, nos oceanos, moléculas coincidentemente começam a combinar-se de maneira a formar um ser vivo minúsculo e primitivo, que se reproduziu e, milhões de anos mais tarde, deu origem a todos os seres vivos do planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coincidentemente, dentre esses seres vivos, dentre essas enorme diversidade e riqueza animal, foram sobrevivendo os mais bem adaptados, de modo que hoje em dia chegamos a ter essa gama de animais tão surpreendentes, de todas as maneiras possíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Uma dessas espécies evoluiu quase que exclusivamente sua mentalidade. Temos aí os seres humanos, com um poder de comunicação invejável e tudo o mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coincidência o surgimento da humanidade? Coincidência o surgimento da flora e da fauna tão ricas que temos hoje? Coincidência o fato de termos nosso sistema solar assim configurado, de modo que a ciência não foi capaz de comprovar a existência de vida em outro planeta até hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não julgo impossível haver vida em outros planetas. Mas acho que a ciência não deve ter acesso a essa informação. Já estragamos nosso planeta o bastante. Não devemos ter acesso aos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coincidência o fato de eu estar escrevendo esse monte de baboseiras aqui? Coincidência eu ter vocês como meus amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se nosso mundo existe da maneira como ele é, é porque há alguma razão para isso. E também há uma razão para não sermos indianos, chineses ou árabes. Há uma razão para tudo o que aterrissa em nossa frente. Tudo. Até para o mundo ser redondo. Ou quase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115569183139625124?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115569183139625124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115569183139625124' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115569183139625124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115569183139625124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/se-este-mundo-fosse-plano-ns-nunca-nos.html' title='Se este mundo fosse plano, nós nunca nos encontraríamos...'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115567307482546279</id><published>2006-08-15T17:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:04:12.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chato!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É, vai ver que a explicação pra tudo o que me ocorre é: "eu sou um chato!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Só pode ser isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se eu vivo sozinho todo final de semana, é porque eu sou chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se eu não me relaciono bem com as pessoas, é porque eu sou chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se todo programa ou atividade que me é proposta é negada, é porque eu sou chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se eu não tenho um emprego, é porque eu sou chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se eu sou o mais quieto em toda minha família, é porque eu sou chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se eu gosto de ficar sozinho às vezes, é porque eu sou chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se muita gente odeia minha exigência, meu detalhismo, é porque eu sou chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tudo! Tudo acontece comigo porque eu sou chato! Não tem outra explicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se eu gosto de escrever, é porque eu sou chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se eu gosto de anime, mangá, se adoro cinema, mas não vejo muitos filmes, se a televisão às vezes me parece idiota, se eu fico louco por uma Internet de vez em quando, se eu sou chocólatra, se o Sol nasce no Leste e se põe no Oeste, se Saturno em quadratura com Júpiter traz maus fluidos, é porque eu sou chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O mundo gira por causa da minha chatice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tudo bem, tudo bem... Se o mundo diz que eu sou chato e só eu penso o oposto, deve ser porque eu sou chato mesmo. Muito chato! E mal-humorado. Afinal, eu adoro brigar com as pessoas, né? Adoro encher o saco quando um grupo de lerdos fica na minha frente e não me dá passagem simplesmente porque não me viu, adoro detonar alguém que liga no meu celular sem motivo aparente, adoro xingar até a oitava geração de quem liga lá em casa perguntando por "Benedito de Jesus Curto"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sinceramente, eu devo ser insuportável, não apenas um chato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Olha, desculpem, mas o chato aqui não quer incomodar ninguém com sua vidinha chata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YouTube de hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWKdZvs0PFk&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWKdZvs0PFk&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115567307482546279?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115567307482546279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115567307482546279' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115567307482546279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115567307482546279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/chato.html' title='Chato!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115558724665932325</id><published>2006-08-14T17:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:55:56.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chun Li, o menininho esperto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nem preciso dizer o porquê do título do post, né? É só olhar o link abaixo... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55Z48SMWSHs&amp;search=jackie%20chan%20chun%20li"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55Z48SMWSHs&amp;amp;search=jackie%20chan%20chun%20li&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mto bom esse vídeo também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aquela música do Sonata Arctica, "Respect the Wilderness", não sai da minha cabeça de jeito nenhum... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"If you have ty-wa-ka-lay, then love the wine we have, looooooooooooose her temper!!" hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115558724665932325?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115558724665932325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115558724665932325' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115558724665932325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115558724665932325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/chun-li-o-menininho-esperto.html' title='Chun Li, o menininho esperto!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115524715800166361</id><published>2006-08-13T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:06:40.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu faço um aninho hoje!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Olha que emoção!! Hoje meu blog faz um ano já! Não é lindo? hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Muita emoção, galera... Estive pensando no que postar para esse dia tão especial desde quinta-feira agora... resolvi postar o mesmo de sempre, porque... vamos combinar, né, blog é blog!! Tudo a mesma coisa!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, esse vídeo aqui eu chorei de rir de verdade... caí da cadeira, foi a alegria!!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Música em chinês + compreensão em inglês = letra esdrúxula!! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aí vai o link!! É imperdível!!! heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laUeos3wQIw&amp;NR"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laUeos3wQIw&amp;amp;NR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, eu bem que quis postar algumas coisas que escrevi nos últimos dias em tempos de tristeza... Mas a alegria é mais importante; estou prestes a jogar tudo aquilo fora... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115524715800166361?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115524715800166361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115524715800166361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115524715800166361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115524715800166361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/eu-fao-um-aninho-hoje.html' title='Eu faço um aninho hoje!!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115532714608290070</id><published>2006-08-11T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:22:30.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortuna Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje o aniersário é da Rose!! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, o vídeo de hoje é "Fortuna Ópera"... eles zoam uma conhecidíssima música erudita... e o pior: em português! A letra fica mto engraçada!! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vale a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJRRLYNluEM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJRRLYNluEM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, quem puder ver o vídeo, veja e depois comentem no meu blog... ehehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tava preocupado com a aula de volante... ontem também fiquei P da vida com a aula do Guilherme, puta que ódio! Ô aulinha horrorosa essa de quinta-feira!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cheguei em casa me sentindo um lixo, escrevi algumas palvras "doces" numa folhinha pra descontar minha raiva... fui dormir e acordei UMA NOVA PESSOA!!!  ahahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nossa, muito propaganda de anti-depressivo... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115532714608290070?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115532714608290070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115532714608290070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115532714608290070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115532714608290070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/fortuna-opera.html' title='Fortuna Opera'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115522917532245873</id><published>2006-08-10T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T18:53:17.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonata Arctica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/Foto055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/400/Foto055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A foto tosquíssima aqui em cima é uma que bati ontem com meu cosplay... reparei que eu não tinha nenhuma foto minha sozinho... e não gosto muito de cortar fotos... hehehe... por isso bati algumas... essa foi a que ficou menos ridícula... (daí vocês imaginem a mais ridícula!! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/Foto054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, o link de hoje é do Sonata Arctica - "Respect the Wilderness"... Tá surgindo uma porrada de vídeos legais aqui... tá difícil postar só um por dia... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxaEDfVV_ao"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxaEDfVV_ao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Último recado é que hoje é aniversário da Bianca, minha quase prima (afinal, os pais dela são meus tios adotivos! hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115522917532245873?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115522917532245873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115522917532245873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115522917532245873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115522917532245873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/sonata-arctica.html' title='Sonata Arctica'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115512696337977780</id><published>2006-08-09T09:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:29:00.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cospobre no Japão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, hoje eu não tenho muito o que dizer... Parabéns pra Cláu e pra minha dindinha... hahahaha... Feliz aniversário pra vocês!! eheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, um dos meus vídeos favoritos é o já consagrado cospobre japonês de Sakura Card Captors. O cara teve a capacidade de fazer a abertura de Sakura Card Captors IGUALZINHA!!! Quem quiser ver a abertura original, só pra comparar, pode encontrá-la na seção de downloads do "OANG - O Mundo Perdido"... tá nos meus links, logo aqui ao lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aí vai o link do japonês maluco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hva3IwBafSo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hva3IwBafSo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, outra coisa! Vocês conhecem a lei do mínimo esforço? Ela é ótima para seus dias de sono... Descobri isso hoje! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Povo, por hoje é só... até a próxima, com os irmãos Mario!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115512696337977780?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115512696337977780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115512696337977780' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115512696337977780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115512696337977780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/cospobre-no-japo.html' title='Cospobre no Japão...'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115507557599447929</id><published>2006-08-08T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:28:39.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É, de certa forma o post de hoje é bastante marketeiro, mas... ah, vai dizer que o YouTube não é o máximo? hehehe... Bom, mas, digamos que você pense:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1- É coisa de gente desocupada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Respondo: Eu sou uma pessoa desocupada... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2- É muito sem graça. E idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Respondo: Pra mim, as piadas mais idiotas são as mais engraçadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3- Lá não tem só vídeos engraçados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Respondo: Mas eu assisto quase que exclusivamente os vídeos engraçados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, vamos supor que você tá pensando na montanha de problemas que você tenha pra resolver. Nada melhor pra te distrair do que uma bela duma piada bem contada. Ou mal contada. Propositalmente mal contada... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, é por isso que estou pensando em colocar um link de um vídeo que eu ache legal nos meus posts. Tá, você pode até dizer que é uma tremenda babaquice. Mas eu não acho, não. Já tenho meus vídeos favoritos lá na minha pasta do YouTube, mas ainda não mostrei pra quase ninguém. Quem quiser (e puder! hehe) vai poder ver sempre algumas sugestões minhas no meu blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aqui vai meu favorito, pelo menos por enquanto: "Nightwish - Wishmaster - Misheard Lyrics" hehehe... Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh zebera!!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gg5_mlQOsUQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gg5_mlQOsUQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É isso aí, povo... comentem, se quiserem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115507557599447929?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115507557599447929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115507557599447929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115507557599447929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115507557599447929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/youtube.html' title='YouTube'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115473025783529788</id><published>2006-08-04T19:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:24:17.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pra Gislene e pra Manu!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desejo a todos um lindo fim de semana, muita luz e muita coisa boa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se você achou esse post ridículo, é porque você teve a reação desejada... hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115473025783529788?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115473025783529788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115473025783529788' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115473025783529788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115473025783529788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/parabns.html' title='Parabéns!!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115465173349194982</id><published>2006-08-03T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:35:33.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tééééééééédiooooooo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, eu realmente (realmente!!) não tenho nada para fazer no momento... Notaram? Meu blog tá hiper atualizado, eu tô postando coisas pro dia seguinte!!! rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A Ká tá do meu lado, agora, no lab... estamos realmente no tédio total! Daí, vou ficar escrevendo até!! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;POR FAVOR, MEU POVO! COMENTA NO MEU BLOG, VAI!! TEM TANTO POST VAZIO...... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vou ajudar a Kaira agora numa pesquisa aqui... bom, se meu tédio voltar, completo o post... 21:33 da noite... até às 23h, estamos aqui... credo!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115465173349194982?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115465173349194982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115465173349194982' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115465173349194982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115465173349194982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/tdiooooooo.html' title='Tééééééééédiooooooo!!!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115456910955338980</id><published>2006-08-03T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:14:14.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu vício!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/DNA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/400/DNA5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sim, eu definitivamente tenho um grande vício. Sou viciado em animes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E é um vício muito grande. É impossível para mim ficar sem falar desse assunto por muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sou um viciado!! I'm addicted!! hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E é triste, também. Eu acho, pelo menos. Claro, não consigo pensar muito em outras coisas. Não agora, com um evento tão fresco na minha memória... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom... eu acho, sinceramente, que vou ter que dar um jeito nesse vício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que muita gente fala sobre sentir dor? Quando você sente alguma dor muito incômoda, faça o possível para obter outro tipo de dor. Por exemplo, se você quer se esquecer de uma dor nas costas, machuque seu próprio dedo. Bom, não é uma idéia inteligente quando se trata de dores, mas estou pensando em fazer isso com meu vício... Pensei em me viciar em outra coisa para esquecer do meu primeiro vício. É, não é uma idéia inteligente, de fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E eu penso em toda minha vida, nesses momentos. Vejo que meu vício pode ter me barrado de muitas coisas, como conseguir um bom emprego, tirar minha carta de motorista (se Deus quiser, consigo ela no dia do meu aniversário! =D) ou qualquer outra coisa do tipo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas, até hoje, se meu vício dificultou algo em minha vida, eu sinceramente não me importo. É ele, sem dúvida, que me trouxe felicidade quando eu mais precisava. Deu-me amigos quando eu mais queria. Tornou-me mais leve quando eu mais precisava voar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fez de mim o que sou quando eu não me via frente ao espelho. Deu-me asas, conforto, carinho... e ficou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115456910955338980?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115456910955338980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115456910955338980' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115456910955338980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115456910955338980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/meu-vcio.html' title='Meu vício!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115447148947799670</id><published>2006-08-02T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:15:34.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fonogenico - Seja Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/fonogenico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/400/fonogenico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vou entrar em aula agora, vou postar alguma coisa rapidinho... rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fonogenico!! Minha nova paixão...! (pra quem não conhece, procure conhecer... é uma dupla japonesa, J-Pop!! rsrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Taí uma foto deles... rsrs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, o site deles vai aqui abaixo (depois ponho nos meus links...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bmgjapan.com/fonogenico"&gt;www.bmgjapan.com/fonogenico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom... tô sem idéias pra postar nada... Volta às aulas... Logo vou sentir o peso dos trabalhos...!! Nem quero ver, credo!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se puderem, leiam a música abaixo... é muito legal, especialmente a letra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Seja Você"&lt;br /&gt;(Paralamas do Sucesso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vai sempre ter alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Com mais dinheiro, mais respeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mais ou menos tudo o que se pode ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vai sempre sobrar, faltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alguma coisa, somos imperfeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E o que falta cega pro que já se tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu não te completo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Você não me basta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas é lindo o gesto de se oferecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que eu quero nem sempre eu preciso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas dê um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quando me entender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seja você, seja só você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seja você, seja só você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115447148947799670?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115447148947799670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115447148947799670' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115447148947799670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115447148947799670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/fonogenico-seja-voc.html' title='Fonogenico - Seja Você'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115444049008635024</id><published>2006-08-01T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:54:50.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes que me julguem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Deixa eu fazer uma pequena explicação pro pessoal da facul que leu meu comentário no blog da Kaira, antes que me julguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quem acha que eu estou sendo um bolha, LEIA ESTE TEXTO ATÉ O FINAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Realmente, não estou com um pingo de saudade da facul. ZERO!! Nadinha de saudade, mesmo. Parece até que as férias começaram anteontem e terminaram ontem. Não estou com saudade. Nenhuma. Mas é claro que se eu ficasse mais alguns dias em casa, a saudade dos amigos ia bater. Lógico. Mas, no momento, não estou com saudade de nada nem de ninguém. Infelizmente... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ó, pelo menos eu tô sendo sincero... não quero que ninguém pense: nossa, o Bruno mudou demais nas férias, nem parece ele, tá de cara amarrada e não-sei-o-que-lá... Realmente. Não esperem que hoje vocês me verão com o maior sorriso do mundo na aula. Isso não vai acontecer. Vou ficar quietinho lá, no meu canto... ainda estou baqueado com esse negócio de ter que voltar àquela montanha de trabalhos pra fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por isso, outra coisa que acho que vai mudar nesse semestre é a minha responsabilidade com relação aos trabalhos. Eu pretendo terminá-los o mais rápido possível, ainda que o resultado não seja a oitava maravilha do mundo. Vou realmente querer apressar todo mundo que fizer grupo comigo. Não dá mais, meu. Já passei por um exame no semestre passado e isso NÃO VAI SE REPETIR DE JEITO NENHUM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saí de férias com um mal-humor maior que o mundo. Não esperem que esse meu mal-humor não volte na primeira semana de aulas, porque a faculdade passou a ser algo do qual eu fugia nas férias. Ainda é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando eu disse que ontem não fui à faculdade porque minha irmã também não foi, é a pura verdade. Mas também é verdade que, se eu realmente quisesse, teria ido até mesmo a pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não, não comecem a dizer que isso é sinal de que eu não gosto do curso que eu estou fazendo, que isso tudo é falta de vontade e desleixo. Não é mesmo. Tenho absoluta certeza disso. Mas certos fantasmas do semestre passado ainda estão me acompanhando. Espero que isso passe até setembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por isso é que eu não posso dizer que estou feliz de rever todo mundo da faculdade. Não estou feliz, mas não é porque eu odeio todo mundo. Longe (muito longe!) disso!!! É porque eu não estou com saudade do curso. rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por favor, não me entendam mal. Quem achar que eu estou realmente chato, leiam este texto de novo, tentem me entender. rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Até mais ver a todo mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115444049008635024?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115444049008635024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115444049008635024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115444049008635024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115444049008635024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/antes-que-me-julguem.html' title='Antes que me julguem...'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115436255122836324</id><published>2006-07-31T13:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:17:13.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/Animecon2006%20pic89.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/400/Animecon2006%20pic89.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sabe aqueles dias em que nada dá certo? Lógico que você sabe, todo mundo já passou por isso. Deve ser a milésima vez que acontece isso comigo. Claro, ninguém esperava que fosse a primeira, não é verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O importante, nesses dias, é encontrar um motivo pra sorrir. É bem fácil. E não é analisando a sua própria vida que você consegue sorrir nesses dias, muito menos olhando para o mundo à sua volta. Conseguimos sorrir nesses dias por coisas simples, como uma piada bem feita, ou outra besteira qualquer. Só assim, mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saudades do evento... Vai aí outra foto... ^^ Eu, com cara de bunda, (XD) e a Yuuko-san... Yuuko ROX A LOT!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115436255122836324?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115436255122836324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115436255122836324' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115436255122836324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115436255122836324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/07/hoje.html' title='É hoje!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115419608741935924</id><published>2006-07-30T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:01:27.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara Estranho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Esse aí sou eu... em partes... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Cara Estranho"&lt;br /&gt;(Los Hermanos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Olha só, que cara estranho que chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parece não achar lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no corpo em que Deus lhe encarnou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tropeça a cada quarteirão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;não mede a força que já tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;exibe à frente o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que não divide com ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tem tudo sempre às suas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mas leva a cruz um pouco além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;talhando feito um artesão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a imagem de um rapaz de bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Olha ali quem está pedindo aprovação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não sabe nem pra onde ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;se alguém não aponta a direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Periga nunca se encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que ele vai perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que foge sempre do lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;deixando o ódio se esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Talvez se nunca mais tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;viver o cara da TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que vence a briga sem suar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e ganha aplausos sem querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Faz parte desse jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dizer ao mundo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que só conhece o seu quinhão ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É simples desse jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;quando se encolhe o peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e finge não haver competição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É a solução de quem não quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;perder aquilo que já tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e fecha a mão pro que há de vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115419608741935924?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115419608741935924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115419608741935924' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115419608741935924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115419608741935924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/07/cara-estranho.html' title='Cara Estranho'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115418823510787313</id><published>2006-07-29T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:50:35.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não, não me deixe só</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Qualquer semelhança com a música da Vanessa da Mata não é mera coincidência... eu só estou interpretando a letra... nunca nenhuma música deu tão certo na minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Medo do escuro, do inseguro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dos fantasmas da minha voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do inseguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E até dos outros, da tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tenho amizades tão frágeis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu quero apenas amor sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E alguma verdade em si...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo do inseguro&lt;br /&gt;E até dos outros, da tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que meu destino não existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E eu não quero ser sempre triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sentir às vezes alguma dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fique mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que eu gostei de ver você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não vou mais querer sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Agora que sei sentir-me bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quero sacudir poeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Essa tristeza só faz besteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu sou de paz, acredite em mim, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo de todo mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dos fantasmas, das reações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115418823510787313?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115418823510787313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115418823510787313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115418823510787313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115418823510787313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-no-me-deixe-s.html' title='Não, não me deixe só'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115394553425067485</id><published>2006-07-27T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:27:41.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cruz e a Espada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando a gente se divide entre uma coisa e outra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando o mundo exige de nós a mais alta decisão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando tudo o que queremos é seguir um caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando nosso mundo se biparte e nos deixa no abismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Escolher sem ter ponto de vista não é possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Trilhar seu rumo sem parâmetros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não, jamais. Não é possível seguir sem chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não é possível continuar sem rumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dois elementos que não se completam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dois ingredientes que não se misturam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dois signos que não se definem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dois universos que não se compreendem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115394553425067485?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115394553425067485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115394553425067485' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115394553425067485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115394553425067485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/07/cruz-e-espada.html' title='A Cruz e a Espada'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115394237414273084</id><published>2006-07-26T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:48:38.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/Piccolo.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/400/Piccolo.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Na foto acima, da esquerda pra direita, de pé, tem eu (Watanuki-kun ^^), Kurogane e Shaoran-kun... abaixados, são a Yuuko-san e o Fye (da esquerda pra direita, obviamente... hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pós evento é um negócio triste, né? Bom, pra quem não sabe do que eu tô falando, fui num evento de anime e mangá domingo... se eu tiver conseguido postar a foto, ela está logo aqui acima... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pois é, a gente faz de um tudo nos eventos... compra coisas, vê cosplays, assiste anime, lê mangá, faz plaquinha, arrecada dinheiro, é um negócio de louco!! Tão bom que a gente já sente falta antes de ir embora, quando a tarde cai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom... fiz meu cosplay... eu mesmo não acredito que eu fiz um cosplay que deu certo... *trauma da Con 05*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nada pior do que fazer um cosplay errado. Nada. Nadinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OBS.: Pra quem não sabe o que é cosplay, é só buscar no Google... Certeza que vc vai encontrar um monte de carinhas de roupas esquisitas e cabelos multicoloridos... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, pelo jeito a foto não vai rolar... Só rola foto na faculdade, mesmo... daí eu consigo postar fotos... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O Blogspot é ruim, mesmo... de verdade... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Esta foi a resposta para a pergunta que fiz no outro post, "Reason"... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, ainda não consegui a tradução correta da música... só a minha sorella para traduzir para mim... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo a vida... coisa triste!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115394237414273084?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115394237414273084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115394237414273084' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115394237414273084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115394237414273084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/07/resposta.html' title='Resposta'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115254592428597881</id><published>2006-07-10T12:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:38:44.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, fiquei desanimado, agora... tô com medo de que meu cosplay fique estranho... XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A TRADUÇÃO DA MÚSICA VIRÁ EM BREVE...! Poderá estar errada, mas, se estiver certa... é bonita mesmo...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Reason"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Fonogenico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Konna kimochi wa umarete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: kite'; self.lm_skeyphrase='kite'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: kite...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='kite'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=kite&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: kite'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.kiwi-musume.com/lyrics/fonogenico/reason.htm#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; hajimete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Toumei na ringu tsunagatte sou me to me ga atta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: baby'; self.lm_skeyphrase='baby'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: baby...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='baby'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=baby&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: baby'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.kiwi-musume.com/lyrics/fonogenico/reason.htm#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; it’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sora no iro made umare kawari hajimeru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haato no ranpu hikatta hirameki ga doa hiraiteku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kimagure na tabi ni uchi yosete kaesu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Meguri ai wa sansan tsukare hatete…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Otozureta &lt;em&gt;melody &lt;/em&gt;kikeba haru &lt;em&gt;uh la la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tanjun meikai na kotae wo kimi ga kureta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Konna kimochi wa umarete kite hajimete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ude wo hippatte mukiatte mou kowagaranaide call a name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kotoba no imi mo umarekawarihajimeru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Koronjattatte naitatte kanjite kita subete ni &lt;em&gt;reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Toritsukurou yori mo issou honmei ga itte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wadakamari wa angou itsuka tokeru&lt;br /&gt;Konna kimochi wa umarete kite hajimete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Toumei na ringu tsunagatte sou me to me ga atta baby it’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sora no iro made umare kawari hajimeru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAATO no RANPU hikatta hirameki doa hiraiteku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I keep it in my mind ima tsuyoku naritai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kurikaesu wakare ga mata kuru to shitemo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Guuzen ja nai umarekawarihajimeru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ude wo hippatte mukiatte mou kowagaranaide call a name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Konna watashi mo umare kawareru hazu yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Koronjattatte naitatte kanjite kita subete ni &lt;em&gt;reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se você não entendeu este post... sem problemas, ignore-o... vou arrumar quando tiver tempo... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115254592428597881?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115254592428597881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115254592428597881' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115254592428597881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115254592428597881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/07/reason.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115218892583440835</id><published>2006-07-06T09:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T09:28:45.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>8 de junho de 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É incrível se a gente for pensar. 15 segundos na vida de uma pessoa podem mudar todo seu destino, por exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nunca vou me esquecer de uma vez quando fui roubado. 8 de junho de 2004, terça-feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Utilizando essa situação como exemplo: imaginem que, naquela terça-feira, estava saindo do cursinho e indo para casa a pé. Supondo que às vinte para as duas da tarde eu passava por uma rua próxima de casa (mais dez minutos e eu certamente chegaria), quando então vi os dois moleques que me roubaram, o que aconteceria, por exemplo, se eu tivesse chegado quinze segundos mais tarde àquela rua? Se eu tivesse, no meio de meu caminho, antes de encontrá-los, parado para amarrar o tênis? Quinze segundos a mais e talvez eles nem me vissem, nem soubessem da minha existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Da mesma forma, uma pessoa pode ter toda sua vida alterada por quinze segundos. Será que fui só eu que já pensei que isso pudesse acontecer? Eu não acredito muito em destino, mas acredito em destinos possíveis. Por exemplo, se eu tomar certas decisões hoje, terei um futuro X; porém, se tomar outras, posso ter um futuro Y. Mas, de forma alguma, meu destino será Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pode ser, sim, que qualquer um de nós nunca fosse assaltado, por exemplo, se tivesse se demorado mais em outras tarefas, ou feito tudo mais depressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas... nada acontece por acaso. Podemos tirar algo de bom de cada mau momento que passamos. Podemos aprender sempre. Podemos experimentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8 de junho de 2004. Não posso dizer que fui feliz neste dia. Mas, hoje, sou feliz por este dia ter acontecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115218892583440835?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115218892583440835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115218892583440835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115218892583440835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115218892583440835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/07/8-de-junho-de-2004.html' title='8 de junho de 2004'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115093175210794812</id><published>2006-06-22T20:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T20:17:31.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que eu deveria continuar com esse blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115093175210794812?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115093175210794812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115093175210794812' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115093175210794812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115093175210794812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-oh.html' title='Oh-oh!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115093078318510520</id><published>2006-06-21T19:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T20:17:16.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não sei o que postar, hoje... devia, tenho certeza que devia ter postado aquele texto que eu fiz... não, não postei. Também esqueci de devolver um livro na biblioteca e me sinto muito dependente... preciso de mais alguma coisa, de alguém; preciso sentir que há algo diferente, e que isso é muito bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tudo está igual. Tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Esse negócio de não ter novidades, de achar tudo desinteressante... mesmo que haja novidades, não há nenhuma que valha a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mesmo que exista algo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Olho para o céu e vejo o mesmo azul, as mesmas nuvens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Olho ao meu redor e vejo as mesmas pessoas, os mesmos lugares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nada me convence, nada me diz que cada dia é único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Esqueci minha gentileza e minha alegria debaixo de meu travesseiro, mas não as encontro mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cansei de pensar na sociedade, no que sei, no que sonhei, no que vivi, nos males do mundo e no mundo ao meu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bateu a completa indiferença e o agora é tédio. Como se fosse sono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115093078318510520?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115093078318510520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115093078318510520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115093078318510520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115093078318510520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-at-sky.html' title='Look at the sky'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-115032202062037556</id><published>2006-06-14T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:53:40.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao vivo                   ---                  Não me deixe só</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Descobri o que acontece com esses meus textos... descobri por que eu os escrevo e quase não mexo mais neles: do jeito que eles saem, eles ficam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É como numa transmissão de um programa de TV ao vivo: não há o tempo para editar o material que se consegue. No meu caso, é quase a mesma coisa. Meus textos, quando os "edito", perdem quase que totalmente a idéia principal, o espírito, a urgência, a presença... eu os modifico na alma, no que há de mais profundo neles. É um erro, um erro relevante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amanhã ou depois, postarei mais um texto que escrevi ontem. Acho que ficou um tanto esquisito, mas foi a forma que encontrei de escrever menos no "ao vivo", mais no "editado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Certamente é o que já escrevi de menor impacto, mas ... talvez tenha sido o mais pensado, o mais trabalhado. Inevitavelmente, grande parte dele foi imediata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, hoje vou postar uma letra de uma música que ficou na minha cabeça o dia inteirinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Não Me Deixe Só"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Vanessa da Mata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do inseguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dos fantasmas da minha voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do inseguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dos fantasmas da minha voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tenho desejos maiores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu quero beijos intermináveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Até que os olhos mudem de cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do inseguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dos fantasmas da minha voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que o meu destino é raro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu não preciso que seja caro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quero gosto sincero de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fique mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que eu gostei de ter você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não vou mais querer ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Agora que sei quem me faz bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que eu saio na capoeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sou perigosa, sou macumbeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu sou de paz, eu sou do bem, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do inseguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dos fantasmas da minha voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do inseguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dos fantasmas da minha voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me deixe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-115032202062037556?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115032202062037556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=115032202062037556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115032202062037556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/115032202062037556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/ao-vivo-no-me-deixe-s.html' title='Ao vivo                   ---                  Não me deixe só'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114989073754720811</id><published>2006-06-09T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:05:37.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ahaha"&lt;br /&gt;(Dreams Come True)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kitto mou suki ja nain da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Soba ni inakute sabishii dake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Arere ja kono namida wa nan daro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Itsuka wa narete iku no ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Omoide ni naru no ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Furikaeru no wa yamete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ima no jibun wo mite miyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahaha hitosashiyubi no tsume ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Moraiboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chippoke na koto de daijoubu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mada rakkii no shirushi ga aru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Arere ja kono namida wa nan daro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Itsuka wa narete iku no ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anata wo wasurete iku no ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Furikaeru no wa yamete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ima no jibun wo mite miyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahaha futo miageta sora ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nagareboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah hitosashiyubi no tsume ni moraiboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aah futo miageta sora ni nagareboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahaha nan da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nan da ka waruku nai na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahahaha warattara chotto ii kibun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Furikaeru no wa yamete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ima no jibun wo mite miyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Furikaeru no wa yamete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ima no jibun wo shinjiyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Warattara chotto ii kibun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Warattara chotto ii kibun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chalala wa la ta la ahaha hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chalala wa la ta la ahaha hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Como não achei a tradução dessa música na Net, ainda não vou postá-la... tem uma versão em inglês dessa música... aqui vai a letra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ahaha (Worldwide Version)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe I don't love you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Or maybe feeling alone withou you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well why, oh why, oh why do tears keep falling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Far from your kiss, can I get used to this?&lt;br /&gt;Will you fade into memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll stop looking back, I'll turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And face myself the way I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahaha there's a sign of love on my finger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tiny lucky star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Such a little thing helps me feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Telling me I am OK, still lucky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then why, oh why, oh why do tears keep falling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Far from your kiss, can I get used to this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Days go by... will I ever forget about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll stop looking back, I'll turn around&lt;br /&gt;And face myself the way I am today.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha shining up above over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;From a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ah, on my finger there's a sign of love, it's my lucky star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aah, just saw a shooting star shining over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahaha, oh well, alright, not feeling really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahahaha, I begin to laugh and I feel a bit better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll stop looking back, I'll turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And face myself the way I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll stop looking back, I'll turn around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm gonna start believing in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahaha, I begin to laugh and I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A bit better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahaha, I begin to laugh and I feel&lt;br /&gt;A bit better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chalala wa la ta la ahaha hah&lt;br /&gt;Chalala wa la ta la ahaha hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114989073754720811?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114989073754720811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114989073754720811' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114989073754720811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114989073754720811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahaha.html' title='Ahaha'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114980341414770064</id><published>2006-06-08T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T18:50:14.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Vá Ainda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Não Vá Ainda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Zélia Duncan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que você quer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que você sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não é fácil pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Meu fogo também me arde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Às vezes me vejo tão triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Onde você vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não é tão simples assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Porque, às vezes, meu coração não responde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Só se esconde e dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por favor não vá ainda, espera anoitecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A noite é linda, me espera adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não vá ainda, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não vá ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me diga como você pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Viver indo embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sem se despedaçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por favor me diga agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ou será que você nem quer perceber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Talvez você seja feliz sem saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por favor não vá ainda, espera anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;A noite é linda, me espera adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Não vá ainda, não&lt;br /&gt;Não vá ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114980341414770064?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114980341414770064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114980341414770064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114980341414770064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114980341414770064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-v-ainda.html' title='Não Vá Ainda'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114972402397432299</id><published>2006-06-07T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:02:31.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Harder to breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A imagem não entra...droga!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kaira postando para o Bruno pq nós estamos cantando Maroon 5!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Beijo Bruno!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Harder To Breathe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Maroon 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Composição: Adam Levine e Jesse Carmichael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So condescending unnecessarily critical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have the tendency of getting very physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This double vision I was seeing is finally clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not fit to funkin' tread the ground I'm walking on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand what I mean when I say there's no way we're gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head&lt;br /&gt;You should know better you never listened to a word I said&lt;br /&gt;Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat&lt;br /&gt;Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand what I mean when I say there's no way we're gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Does it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it painful to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That it's me that has all the control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Does it thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Does it sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you feel what I bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you wish that you had me to hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand what I mean when I say there's no way we're gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe &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/15341305-114972402397432299?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114972402397432299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114972402397432299' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114972402397432299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114972402397432299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/harder-to-breathe.html' title='Harder to breathe'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114908072231108570</id><published>2006-05-31T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:06:30.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tchau... tchau... tchau... eu vou viajar... hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah...tomei uma decisão muito importante... fui forçado, não tive muita opção, não... saí da clínica onde trabalho, hoje é meu último dia... triste, mas... foi necessário. Não dava pra conciliar a faculdade, o trabalho e ainda ter tempo livre pra procurar um novo emprego na minha área.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vou postar uma canção... é uma pagodão bem antigo, mas que fala de despedidas e de decisões... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Decisão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Karametade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Há tanto tempo queria te falar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas tinha medo de te magoar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O meu amor chegou ao fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É duro, eu sei, mas é melhor assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Difícil foi tomar essa decisão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não deu pra evitar a separação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu nem sei bem ao certo o que aconteceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cansei, preciso de um tempo pra cuidar de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tirar da minha vida as marcas do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lamento, mas não deu pra ficar ao teu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não sei, talvez um dia eu possa me arrepender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas sinto que a minha vida sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Está a um passo da felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Agora vou viver sem ter medo de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que passou, passou, como o ditado diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vou seguir meu caminho sozinho, não volto atrás;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lindão, hein, falaí... ah, nem ligo... eu tinha quantos anos quando passava essa música no rádio, uns dez ou onze? Deixa quieto... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Só sei que teu amor não quero mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114908072231108570?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114908072231108570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114908072231108570' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114908072231108570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114908072231108570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/tchau-tchau-tchau-eu-vou-viajar-hehehe.html' title='Tchau... tchau... tchau... eu vou viajar... hehehe'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114839935643165075</id><published>2006-05-23T12:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:49:16.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o sol brilhar novamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O ódio, a ira, infelizmente são os sentimentos que, na minha opinião, nos dão mais força e mais ousadia... são impetuosos, nos deixam assim também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Seven" mostra que o único "pecado que não foi morto" foi a Ira... Mills ficou vivo, mas foi preso. Foi o que não conseguiu livrar-se de seu sofrimento. Talvez, sejam eles que mais nos fazem sofrer... ódio, ira, vingança... não levam a muita coisa, a não ser a uma coragem estúpida, a uma força bruta burra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Esse texto acima aí é um pensamento, queria fazer um texto melhor com essa idéia... pus no papel a idéia e ela virou esse negócio aí... mas vai melhorar, vou dar nós nos argumentos, vai ficar apresentável... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estou (ainda) lendo "Harry Potter e o Cálice de Fogo"... Capítulo 25... logo eu termino, faltam só 12 capítulos... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E decidi o que vou fazer na Con... talvez não concretize a idéia do Cosplay, mas vou cantar Taiyou Ga Mata Kagayaku Toki... mór legal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...'té mais, leitores fiéis!! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114839935643165075?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114839935643165075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114839935643165075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114839935643165075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114839935643165075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/quando-o-sol-brilhar-novamente.html' title='Quando o sol brilhar novamente...'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114799061411175884</id><published>2006-05-18T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:16:54.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não vingou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/AA004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/320/AA004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tava bolando um poeminha pra postar aqui, mas a idéia realmente não vingou... Por isso esse jejunzinho de 8 dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sabe quando um texto (seja uma redação, um trabalho, alguma coisa...) realmente não vai pra frente? Foi isso que aconteceu... eu tava mó inspirado, mas acabei não escrevendo a idéia na hora em que ela veio e a inspiração passou... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas... ah, foram oito dias de muita tranqüilidade, sem angústias ou preocupações... só uma pequena insegurança... saio ou não daquela clínica, hein? Digam-me!!! hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas é isso... a foto acima é de uma atividade em sala do meu curso... até que ficou legalzinha, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114799061411175884?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114799061411175884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114799061411175884' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114799061411175884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114799061411175884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-vingou.html' title='Não vingou'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114729998781084823</id><published>2006-05-10T19:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:30:55.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/kisu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/320/kisu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Odeio porquice. Odeio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Odeio gente falando de sentimentos como se eles não valessem nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Odeio pessoas dizendo que nada é íntimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Odeio, odeio de verdade! Odeio quando dizem que nada pode ser mais valioso do que um amor, mas na verdade consideram um beijo só um beijo, nada demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tudo bem. Um beijo pode não significar nada. Mas não é nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Muitos acabam achando que nada é muito importante. Colocam todas as pessoas num liqüidificador e bebem desse espesso líquido como se fosse a coisa mais repulsiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aí você diz que nada pode ser mais íntimo do que uma amizade verdadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ahn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que é isso!?! Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Odeio mesmo tudo isso, acho uma porquice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pra você pode não ser nada. Não julgue o sentimento do próximo. Ah, sim, quase tinha me esquecido!! Você não sabe que existem sentimentos, não é verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Um beijo pode não significar nada. Às vezes, não significa nada mesmo. Pra nenhum dos dois beijados. E eu apoio os beijos insignificantes, as relações abertas, o desejo livre. Acho ótimo. É aí que o ciúme não impera e que a liberdade existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Às vezes, um beijo não representa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; nada. À&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;s vezes, pode ser a certeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114729998781084823?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114729998781084823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114729998781084823' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114729998781084823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114729998781084823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/porquice.html' title='Porquice'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114712611558084399</id><published>2006-05-08T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:15:27.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/mtt2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/320/mtt2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/mtt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Junto da música vai um desenho que eu gosto e que vou estampar numa camiseta, se deixar... ehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Best Friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Kiroro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mou daijoubu shinpai nai to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Naki sou na watashi no soba de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Itsumo kawaranai egao de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sasayaite kureta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mada mada mada yareru yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Datte itsu demo kagayaiteru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Toki ni wa isogi sugite miushinau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Koto mo aru yo shikatanai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zutto mimamotte iru karatte egao de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Itsumo no you ni dakishimeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anata no egao ni nando tasukerareta darou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Arigatou arigatou Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Konna ni takusan no shiawase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kanjiru toki wa ah shunkan de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Koko ni iru subete no nakama kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saikou no PUREZENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mada mada mada yareru yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Datte itsudemo minna soba ni iru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kitto ima koko de yari togerareru koto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Donna koto mo chikara ni kawaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zutto mimamotte iru karatte egao de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Itsumo no you ni dakishimeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Minna no egao ni nando tasukerareta darou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Arigatou arigatou Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Toki ni wa isogi sugite miushinau&lt;br /&gt;Koto mo aru yo shikatanai&lt;br /&gt;Zutto mimamotte iru karatte egao de&lt;br /&gt;Itsumo no you ni dakishimeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anata no egao ni nando tasukerareta darou&lt;br /&gt;Arigatou arigatou Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zutto zutto zutto Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Melhor Amigo - tradução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Já está tudo bem, não há com que se preocupar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu quase chorando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ele ao lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;murmurou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;com seu sorriso de sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Você ainda, ainda pode muito, viu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;em todo momento você está brilhando"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Com tanto trabalho, às vezes, pode acontecer de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;te perder de vista, não vai ter jeito"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Eu estarei sempre olhando por você".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Disse com um sorriso, me abraçando como sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No seu sorriso, tantas vezes me consolei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Obrigado, obrigado, meu melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando sinto tanta felicidade assim, num instante, todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;os colegas que estão aqui são meu maior presente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ainda muito além, você consegue, viu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por que todos estarão sempre do seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Certamente agora, aqui consigo realizar os objetivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esses objetivos também se transformam em forças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Eu estarei sempre olhando por você".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Disse com um sorriso, me abraçando como sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Em todos os sorrisos tantas vezes me consolei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Obrigado, obrigado, meu melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Com tanto trabalho, às vezes, pode acontecer de&lt;br /&gt;te perder de vista, não vai ter jeito"&lt;br /&gt;"Eu estarei sempre olhando por você".&lt;br /&gt;Disse com um sorriso, me abraçando como sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seu sorriso, tantas vezes me consolei.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, obrigado, meu melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sempre, sempre, sempre meu melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114712611558084399?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114712611558084399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114712611558084399' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114712611558084399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114712611558084399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-friend.html' title='Best Friend'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114659836871598646</id><published>2006-05-02T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:32:48.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>May we win?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estamos em maio. Já!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pode um negócio desses??! Começa o QUINTO (5º!!!) mês do ano?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, não... logo cantaremos de mão dadas: "Maio / Já está no final / O que somos nós afinal..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que horror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Conseguiremos? Venceremos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quem é que sabe? O futuro! (e o nosso otimismo, ele SEMPRE sabe que venceremos...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E conseguiremos, sim. Partimos sempre para um novo rumo, mesmo quando não queremos... somos lançados através do tempo e do espaço pelo destino. Às vezes, não vamos para longe durante toda a vida. Às vezes, mudamos de país, vamos para o outro lado do mundo... mas voltamos sempre para o mesmo lugar... ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O importante é que, dentro de nós, tudo está em constante movimento. Expande, regride, modifica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;é isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;conclusão: texto... inspiração nota 0!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114659836871598646?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114659836871598646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114659836871598646' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114659836871598646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114659836871598646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-we-win.html' title='May we win?'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114608914335268127</id><published>2006-04-26T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:05:43.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/Seja!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/320/Seja%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não importa o que você quer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;apenas seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Porque é o que quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quero que seja tudo que não fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ou que não pude ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não importam suas vontades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu quero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Meu desejo é uma ordem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;apenas seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você não deveria ter escolhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você não as merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se você fará aquilo que quer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;se você não consegue me dizer a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e expor seus pensamentos e suas angústias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;você não merece escolhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você merece o pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pois o que é pior para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;é o melhor para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não responda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você não tem álibis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eles não querem nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você é que quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E sei que você não é capaz de conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por isso você não merece ter sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por isso você merece o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;acho melhor para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eles parecem injustos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;só por causa de suas mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eles parecem burros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;só por causa de seus erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eles parecem cruéis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;só por causa de suas vontades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você não vale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você não pode,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eu sei disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você não terá seu pedido atendido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;não insista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Termine tudo o que começou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desconstrua o que já foi construído,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desmonte! Derrube! Desabe! Destrua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O que mais vale é o valor da moeda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Todo o resto é vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seja! Seja agora! Esforce-se para ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Suas vontades só atrapalham na sua determinação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seja o melhor! Já!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dane-se a sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114608914335268127?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114608914335268127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114608914335268127' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114608914335268127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114608914335268127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/04/seja.html' title='Seja!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114600285700179691</id><published>2006-04-25T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:07:37.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passou e eu nem vi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/%20ou-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/320/%20ou-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;12!!! Doze dias que eu não atualizo isso aqui e eu nem vi!!! Não vi passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, mas eu tb não tive muito o que dizer nesses dias. Hoje, só tenho a conclusão de que o que mais nos machuca não são as palavras que os outros disseram, mas aquelas que guardamos dentro de nós mesmos por medo de dizê-las. Isso machuca demais, e eu provei dessa dor intensa hoje. Mas passou. E passou rápido! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ontem saiu aqui nas bancas o lindo mangá acima! Não é perfeito? É, a capa é a mesma, quero dizer, o desenho é o mesmo... a capa é, lógico, um pouco diferente, né...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O problema é a facada que é o preço... Eca! Vou fazer, não... tô satisfeito com meu animezinho em DVD... perfeitinho, bonitinho... graças à Natália. O problema é que eu vou ter que ter a pachorra de esperar a 2ª temporada sair esse mês lá no Japão. Ah, mas o Japão é logo ali, depois daquela esquina. Logo chega aqui, vocês vão ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, hoje eu não estou carinhoso com ninguém. Eu odeio pessoas! Odeio!!! É, hoje eu não tô bem, não, mas achei melhor guardar isso tudo... Vou ser grosseiro com ninguém, não. Não leva a nada, não me faz bem nem faz bem aos outros. Deixa quieto. Já chorei por hoje. Agora chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tudo. Tudo isso já passou. Já chorei, já sorri, já fiquei surpreso, me arrependi, fiz de tudo nesses doze dias. Mas passou. Passou e eu nem vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114600285700179691?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114600285700179691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114600285700179691' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114600285700179691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114600285700179691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/04/passou-e-eu-nem-vi.html' title='Passou e eu nem vi!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114496622532942439</id><published>2006-04-13T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:10:25.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't let it melt away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;D'you know what? I won't let it melt away. I won't give up so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's a stupid thing to think that I can't have another chance. A better one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's dumb, it's ridiculous to think that everything exists just to bother me, to keep me away of my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And it's not healthy to be paranoic. It's not funny to be so attached to rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's easy to be wrong, to make mistakes (I must be writing without following the grammar rules). And it's pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know that I'd better feel the joy that I'm sure it's there, it's here with me. It's real, I can almost touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life's here to make me smile, relaxed and happy for everything that I've done. And I've done a lot. I'm not any hero, 'cause if I'm a hero, then everyone is a hero too. But I'm a fighter, like everyone, I've got my journey in one hand and my future in the other one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Move on. I have to move on. And I'm doing it. But not so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm just a normal person. Like everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114496622532942439?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114496622532942439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114496622532942439' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114496622532942439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114496622532942439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/04/wont-let-it-melt-away.html' title='Won&apos;t let it melt away'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114488093504381195</id><published>2006-04-12T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:37:19.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tudo leva ao novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ao achar que nada vai acontecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ou melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que tudo vai acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Uma segunda (ou milésima) vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A rotina torna-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tão programada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;viver sem ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tudo de novo, mais uma vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não é engraçado, divertido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Instrutivo ou relaxante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas todos insistem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Querem que o novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;novamente volte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Querem o velho de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Querem o de sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Querem ter a surpresa guardada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;para uma ocasião bem especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Querem que seja o que está escrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O que deve ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O que todos querem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O que todos pedem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Querem que nada mude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ou que mude para melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas o melhor é algo novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Talvez por isso não lutem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por um mundo diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ainda que melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tentar melhorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;é correr o risco de mudar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;seja para melhor, seja para pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mudança é isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Basta mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nada mais importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se algo mudou, não houve uma boa intenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queremos o mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queremos que o mundo engula cada velha frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queremos que o mundo assuma cada velho dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queremos que o mundo olhe sempre a mesma lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queremos que o mundo tenha sempre o mesmo tema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queremos que o mundo crie toda velha história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queremos que o mundo sinta sempre o mesmo vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queremos que o mundo encene sempre a mesma cena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queremos que o mundo volte a cada velha sina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pra ser diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sempre do mesmo jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114488093504381195?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114488093504381195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114488093504381195' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114488093504381195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114488093504381195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/04/mais-um.html' title='Mais um!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114453134671684513</id><published>2006-04-08T17:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:31:47.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Angeli Nel Blu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Angeli Nel Blu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Laura Pausini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chissà perché la gente s'innamora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem sabe por que as pessoas se apaixonam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre di chi non s'innamora mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sempre por quem não se apaixona nunca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dimmelo tu, che sono qui da un'ora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Diga-me você, que já estou aqui há uma hora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ad aspettarti ormai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Te esperando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma dove sei? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas onde você está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non fai per me, io lo dico sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não faz por mim*, eu te digo sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma più ci sto, più mi attaco a te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas quanto mais eu fico, mais me agarro em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E non so più chi di noi è innocente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E não sei mais quem de nós é inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi è colpevole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem é culpado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maledetto te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maldito seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma se ci sei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas se você está [aqui],&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento il cuore esplodere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sinto meu coração explodir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu ci sei, nessun dubbio rimane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se você está aqui, não fica nenhuma dúvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E l'emozione è un'onda che va su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E a emoção é uma onda que vai para cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove il mondo non c'è più &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Onde não há mais mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeli nel blu, io e te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anjos no azul [profundo], eu e você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sempre un po' più su, irragiungibili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sempre um pouco mais alto, imiscíveis**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In questa notte che non sai quanto vorrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nesta noite que você não sabe o quanto eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;che non finisse più. Angeli nel blu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que não acabasse mais... Anjos no azul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Non fai per me, ma non cambia niente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não faz por mim, mas nada muda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Perché non c'è niente uguale a te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque não há nada igual a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E ti vorrei ininterrottamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E eu queria você ininterruptamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In tutti gli attimi dei giorni miei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Em todos os momentos dos meus dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forse perché il cuore è un girasole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Talvez porque o coração é um girassol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E muore se una stella non ce l'ha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E morre se não tem uma estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ma senza te scivola un'eclissi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas sem você desliza um eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dentro l'anima, accendimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dentro da alma, me acende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Perché sei tu che mi butti in mare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque é você que me joga ao mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tu, che poi, ogni volta, mi vieni a salvare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você, que depois, toda vez, vem me salvar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E l'emozione non si ferma piu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E a emoção não pára mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;È un'onda che va su.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É uma onda que vai para cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Angeli nel blu, io e te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anjos no azul, eu e você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sempre un po' più su, irragiungibili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sempre um pouco mais alto, imiscíveis**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In questa notte che non sai quanto vorrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nesta noite que você não sabe o quanto eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;che non finisse mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;que não acabasse nunca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Angeli nel blu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anjos no azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Più su, sempre un po' di più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mais alto, sempre um pouco mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Irragiungibili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Imiscíveis**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In questa notte che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nesta noite que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Non sai quanto vorrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você não sabe o quanto eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Che non finisse più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que não acabasse mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Angeli nel blu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anjos no azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Per sempre noi, angeli nel cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pra sempre nós, anjos no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Per sempre noi, angeli nel blu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pra sempre nós, anjos no azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Per sempre tu, dolcissimo veleno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pra sempre você, veneno muito doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Per sempre noi, angeli nel blu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pra sempre nós, anjos no azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;*= não faz por mim: ela quis dizer que ele não faz por ela o que ela faz por ele. Ex.: ele não a fica esperando por uma hora se ela se atrasa para um encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**= oposto a aggiungibili. É uma expressão com sentido oposto ao de "inseparáveis".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114453134671684513?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114453134671684513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114453134671684513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114453134671684513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114453134671684513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/04/angeli-nel-blu.html' title='Angeli Nel Blu'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114393622376803264</id><published>2006-04-01T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:34:22.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero que o ego desse cara não seja muito grande...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/Tsubasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/320/Tsubasa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Este post aqui é só pra parabenizar um blog que eu vi. Eu não o criador do blog, ele também não me conhece e duvido muito que ele chegará a ver este meu modesto post aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas o blog do cara é perfeito. Quero dizer, é muito bem feito, o template é maravilhoso. Adorei mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E ainda foi no blog dele que eu achei isto aqui. Quem me conhece mais a fundo sabe o quanto eu gosto dessa música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Loop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nee kono machi ga yuuyami ni somaru toki wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sekai no dokoka de asahi ga sasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sabe, quando esta cidade é tingida pela noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Em algum lugar desse mundo, o sol está nascendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kimi no te no naka sono hana ga kareru toki wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chiisana tane wo otosu darou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando esta flor em sua mão murchar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;provavelmente irá deixar cair uma pequena semente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fumikatamerareta tsuchi wo michi da to yobu no naraba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me wo tojiru koto demo ai ka naa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se esse chão maltratado é chamado de estrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;então fechar os meus olhos pode ser chamado de amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kono hoshi ga taira nara futari deaetenakatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Otagai toozakeru you ni hashitteita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SUPIIDO wo yurumezu ni ima wa donna ni hanarete mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Meguru kiseki no tochuu ni mata mukaiau no darou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se a Terra fosse plana, nós nunca teríamos nos encontrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nós estávamos correndo e nos afastando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sem diminuir o passo, mas agora não importa o quão longe estamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No decorrer desse milagre, nós iremos nos encontrar de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nee kono machi no yuuyami ga sari iku toki ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kono namida tsuretette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sabe, quando a noite deixar esta cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu irei pedir a ela para levar essas lágrimas embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Katari kakete kuru moji wo shousetsu to yobu no nara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todokanai kotoba wa yume ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se o que as cartas contam é chamado de história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;as palavras que não lhe alcançam seriam sonhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yodomi naku nagareteku kawa ni ukabeta konoha de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Umi wo mezashite kumo ni natte ame de furou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tooi kimi no chikaku de ochita tane wo sodate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chigau basho de kimi ga kizuite kureru to ii n dakedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Levada por uma folha que flutua num límpido rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Elas irão para o mar se tornar uma nuvem e cair novamente com a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para ajudar a crescer a semente que caiu perto de você, mas longe de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seria legal se você reparasse nelas aí tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kono hoshi ga taema naku mawari tsuzuketeiru kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chiisaku aketa mado no soto keshiki wo kae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Watashi no aishita hana sotto mebaeru kisetsu de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Meguru kiseki no sono hate mata mukaiau no darou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Já que a Terra gira incessantemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O cenário além dessa janela entreaberta irá mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Numa estação quando a flor que amei calmamente brotar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Indo em círculos, no fim vamos nos encontrar de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mukaiau no darou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nós iremos nos encontrar de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Muita gente agora pode se perguntar: "Ué, cadê o finalzinho da música? Bom, não coloquei. É um final bonitinho, mas bobo. A letra, então, é retardada. Não vale a pena. Mesmo porque as backing vocals ficam só miando um pouquinho... é bonitinho e talz, mas não vale a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Outra coisa: já vi traduções muito diferetnes pra essa música... Tem uma delas que traduz de um jeito que faz a música parecer ainda mais bonita... mas deixa quieto, né? Aliás, também já vi ela transcrita de jeitos diferentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, deixa eu finalmente revelar que é o misterioso dono do blog que eu comentei, né? É, ele se chama Fábio, se não me engano... Bom, visitem o blog dele, viu? Vale muito a pena... Ó só: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogdokei.blogger.com.br"&gt;www.blogdokei.blogger.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É, já fiz meu merchan, espero que, se ele vier a saber da existência do meu blog, que ele não se incomode com esta modesta homenagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Uma última coisa: hoje é 1º de abril! É o dia da Mentira!! ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ!!!!!!!!... hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114393622376803264?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114393622376803264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114393622376803264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114393622376803264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114393622376803264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/04/espero-que-o-ego-desse-cara-no-seja.html' title='Espero que o ego desse cara não seja muito grande...'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114384416730770873</id><published>2006-03-31T19:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:29:27.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento Bárbaro nº 1 - Samurai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A Bárbara (irmã da Ná, pra quem não conhece, tá? Ela é quase minha ídola, sério mesmo... hehehe) foi fonte de inspiração. Acho que amanhã vou postar umas fotos aí, meio que mostrando o tanto de fotos que eu tenho e que eu nunca postei aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É, tudo bem que as fotos também devem estar no meu Orkut... mas tem várias fotos q eu nem pus por lá... ah, vamos ver. Se a idéia der certo, amanhã vou estar criando o Momento Bárbaro nº 2. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje vou postar a letra de uma música muito legal... Aí vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Samurai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Djavan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah! Quanto querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cabe em meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah, me faz sofrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Faz que me mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E se não mata, fere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vai sem me dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Na casa da paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sai quando bem quer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Traz uma praga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E me afaga a pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Crescei, luar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pra iluminar as trevas fundas da paixão...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu quis lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Contra o poder do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Caí nos pés do vencedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Para ser o serviçal de um samurai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas eu tô tão feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dizem que o amor atrai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Caí noS péS do venCedor para Ser o ServiÇal de um Samurai... é quase uma aliteração... adoro essa parte!!! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114384416730770873?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114384416730770873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114384416730770873' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114384416730770873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114384416730770873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/momento-brbaro-n-1-samurai.html' title='Momento Bárbaro nº 1 - Samurai'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114367115890261299</id><published>2006-03-29T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:25:58.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirei na Kanjou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;『きれいな感情』&lt;br /&gt;「ノワール」エンディング・テーマ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;そっと触れられて&lt;br /&gt;この頬の冷たさにやっと気づいた&lt;br /&gt;朝目が覚めて&lt;br /&gt;鳥の声にはじめて気づくように　突然&lt;br /&gt;まだ知らない何も&lt;br /&gt;心が求めてるもの&lt;br /&gt;知らないの&lt;br /&gt;空ばかり見ていた&lt;br /&gt;いつから　こうして&lt;br /&gt;あの雲の真下へ思いを飛ばして&lt;br /&gt;夢のつづきを生きるみたい&lt;br /&gt;頼りない私でも　愛して&lt;br /&gt;胸の泉にある涙はどんな色なの&lt;br /&gt;悲しみはーーー&lt;br /&gt;朝の光が今　孤独をつつんだ&lt;br /&gt;あなたが目を開けてほほえむ瞬間&lt;br /&gt;空ばかり見ていた&lt;br /&gt;窓から遠くへ&lt;br /&gt;あの雲の真下へ連れていって&lt;br /&gt;両手には　あふれ出す&lt;br /&gt;きれいな感情&lt;br /&gt;あなたに捧げたい&lt;br /&gt;そっと触れていて&lt;br /&gt;そっとこの頬に&lt;br /&gt;そっと　そっと&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114367115890261299?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114367115890261299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114367115890261299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114367115890261299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114367115890261299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/kirei-na-kanjou.html' title='Kirei na Kanjou'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114367055955457253</id><published>2006-03-29T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:03:34.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tactics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Tactics"&lt;br /&gt;(The Yellow Monkey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞/作曲：吉井和哉　編曲：THE YELLOW MONKEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ギラッとした君の目に&lt;br /&gt;ドキッとした昼下がり&lt;br /&gt;シャキッとした俺の体&lt;br /&gt;まるで試されてるように&lt;br /&gt;ツンとした君と空気に&lt;br /&gt;ゾクッとした恋心は&lt;br /&gt;ザラッとした砂を噛み&lt;br /&gt;されるがまま夜になる&lt;br /&gt;そろそろ自慢のくちびるで&lt;br /&gt;ワインを飲ませてくれないか&lt;br /&gt;満月の夜に結ばれた&lt;br /&gt;男と女は永遠さ&lt;br /&gt;激しくLady&lt;br /&gt;Ah gimme your love&lt;br /&gt;妖しくLady&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;たまに見せる淋しげな目が&lt;br /&gt;嘘か本当かわからない&lt;br /&gt;素直にLady&lt;br /&gt;Ah gimme your love&lt;br /&gt;感じてみてLady&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;君のしぐさに振り回されて&lt;br /&gt;夢中の愛は俺の中で踊る&lt;br /&gt;サラッとした髪をとき&lt;br /&gt;ツヤッとした肌をよせ&lt;br /&gt;言葉遊びをするように&lt;br /&gt;君は俺をもて遊ぶ&lt;br /&gt;駆け引きは強い君の中&lt;br /&gt;過ちは弱い俺の中&lt;br /&gt;好きなだけ楽しめばいいさ&lt;br /&gt;男と女は永遠さ&lt;br /&gt;激しくLady&lt;br /&gt;Ah gimmme your love&lt;br /&gt;妖しくLady&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;たまに見せる優しい笑顔が&lt;br /&gt;嘘か本当かわからない&lt;br /&gt;素直にLady&lt;br /&gt;Ah gimme your love&lt;br /&gt;感じてみてLady&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;君のしぐさで俺を殺して&lt;br /&gt;その一瞬が何より幸せさ&lt;br /&gt;闇の中踊る 抱きしめて踊る&lt;br /&gt;何度でも踊る 永遠に踊る&lt;br /&gt;永遠に踊る 永遠に踊る……&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/15341305-114367055955457253?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114367055955457253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114367055955457253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114367055955457253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114367055955457253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/tactics.html' title='Tactics'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114323847873161688</id><published>2006-03-24T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:14:38.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todo mundo sabe que não dá pra agradar todo mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas, às vezes, quando você tenta ajudar, pode ofender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todo mundo sabe que só o seu jeito de ser pode enraivecer outra pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas, às vezes, quando você muda suas atitudes, pode causar estranheza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todo mundo sabe que tem gente que inveja todo mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas, às vezes, quando você suspeita, pode errar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Às vezes, tudo o que você quer é ajudar. Podem pensar que você quer se mostrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Às vezes, tudo o que você quer é agradar. Podem não entender que você não quer nada em troca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Às vezes, tudo o que você precisa é atenção, carinho. Podem pensar que você sente inveja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nada disso interessa. A gente segue em frente, segue nossos corações, segue sem olhar pra trás. Segue nosso destino rumo à alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nada nos desvia quando não queremos mudar de rumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pode até nos atrasar, mas não nos destrói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Afff... quanta besteira! Quer saber? Os outros são os outros, e só. Vale mesmo é se preocupar consigo mesmo. O resto é resto. Lógico, nem por isso a gente sai pisando em todo mundo. Mas preocupação demais é dor de cabeça insensata, é ... ah, sei lá, é paranóia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vale mesmo é a alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vale mesmo é viver. Não viver por viver, mas viver por prazer. Vale mesmo o prazer da vida, vale mesmo é apreciar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vale mesmo é sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vale mesmo é vale-transporte, vale-refeição... Vale mesmo é &lt;em&gt;tic&lt;/em&gt;. Tic-refeição, tic pro cinema, tic nervoso... Vale mesmo é tic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vale mesmo é vale da montanha, é serra. Vale mesmo é cordilheira. Vale mesmo é nuvem, é céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vale mesmo é a Natália (a do Vale, lógico). Vale mesmo é piada sem graça, é texto do seu Creysson. Vale mesmo é esse monte de lixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vale mesmo é um murro na cara pra acabar com esse texto escroto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vale mesmo é acabar por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Valeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114323847873161688?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114323847873161688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114323847873161688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114323847873161688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114323847873161688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/joy.html' title='Joy!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114306580611490065</id><published>2006-03-22T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:21:57.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Já nem sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De minha autoria (rápido como um &lt;em&gt;flash&lt;/em&gt;, por isso livre e branco), "Já Nem Sei". Analisem... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Já nem sei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me importa mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se já não consigo ser sensível,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por que devo me importar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se já não sei ser competente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por que devo me responsabilizar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Já não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não sei quem sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que deveria ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que fui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que queria ter sido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O quanto me decepcionei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O quanto magoei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não sei mais nada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sei, aliás, que me importo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;apenas com quem magoei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sem razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Preocupo-me com os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;problemas que causei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Apavoro-me só de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;quão estúpido fui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não tenho permissão de fazer o que quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não tenho escolhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Posso escolher somente entre a minha mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E a mágoa alheia, que tanto me machuca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aliás, eu sei que vou dedicar esse texto a alguém que nunca vai lê-lo, nem vai entrar nesse meu blog, tampouco. Mas dedico esse texto a alguém em especial... Quer saber? Não vou citar nomes, não. Esse texto é dedicado a alguém que jamais vai saber da existência disso aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114306580611490065?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114306580611490065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114306580611490065' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114306580611490065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114306580611490065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/j-nem-sei.html' title='Já nem sei'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114289250471447371</id><published>2006-03-20T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:08:24.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa Chover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Para um dia de muitas decepções, muitos consolos. Veja-os abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Deixa Chover"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Guilherme Arantes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Certos dias de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nem é bom sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;De casa, agitar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É melhor dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se você tentou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E não aconteceu, valeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Infelizmente nem tudo é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Exatamente como a gente quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As pessoas sempre têm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chance de jogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;De novo e errar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ver o que convém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Receber alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No seu coração, ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Infelizmente nem tudo é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Exatamente como a gente quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deixa chover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deixa a chuva molhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dentro do peito tem um fogo ardendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que nunca vai se apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deixa chover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deixa a chuva molhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dentro do peito tem um fogo ardendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que nunca, nada, nada vai apagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se você tentou e não aconteceu... deixe passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se você fez o seu melhor e ninguém viu... paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As pessoas sempre têm chance de errar, de ver o que convém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Respeite o direito de escolha de cada um. Se não respeitarem o seu, você tem duas opções:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a) Deixar passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;b) Reclamar por seus direitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se você escolher a primeira alternativa, não reclame depois. Foi escolha sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Afinal, infelizmente nem tudo é exatamente como a gente quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114289250471447371?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114289250471447371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114289250471447371' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114289250471447371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114289250471447371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/deixa-chover.html' title='Deixa Chover'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114263338527370941</id><published>2006-03-17T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:09:45.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha o que eu disse!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ó só! Eu tava revoltado essa semana, hein? Mas é assim mesmo, eu sou muito de lua. Cada dia eu tô de um jeito diferente. Bom, desde quarta-feira que eu tô melhor. Mas... acabei ficando de saco cheio da faculdade... Tanto na quarta quanto ontem acabei ... exagerando um pouco. Mas eu tô bem hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fim de semana chega e a gente já esquece certas coisas, falaí... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aliás... Olha só o que eu disse... Cantei uma música lá no evento que todo mundo falava que era linda... Olha esse trechinho da música:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kon'ya no kaze no kaori wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ano goro to onaji de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tsugi mo koi demo shiterya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tsukunai no ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Daí, peguei uma tradução pro inglês dessa música. Ficou traduzida por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;With the fragance of the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The same that it was then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's as if it wouldn't be so painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To fall in love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom, agora quem souber inglês traduz isso aí. Eu entendo por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Com o aroma do vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O mesmo que havia naquele tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É como se não fosse tão doloroso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me apaixonar de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E aí? Caramba, né? Pegou forte essa estrofe aí, né não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas a música é bonita realmente. Ah, e (se alguém perguntar) sim, peguei essa tradução no AnimeLyrics. Fazeroquá, né? A gente não sabe traduzir, o jeito é inventar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quê mais? Ah, não sei mais o que escrever, não. Quem quiser, comente. Vou gostar de ter mais comentários além do da Ná... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114263338527370941?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114263338527370941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114263338527370941' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114263338527370941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114263338527370941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/olha-o-que-eu-disse.html' title='Olha o que eu disse!!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114237525174922405</id><published>2006-03-14T19:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:30:00.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desisto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, quer saber? Vai querer ficar me dando recomendações aqui e ali? Vai querer controlar cada passo que eu dou? Quer mesmo que eu me submeta à sua vontade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pois eu desisto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de querer agradar a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de tentar ser o melhor amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto da minha gentileza e do meu jeito bobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de dar o melhor de mim até onde nem vale tanto a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de utilizar todas as forças para sorrir quando não quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ocultar toda a minha raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ter medo de me machucar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ter medo de aprender com os erros e com as próprias experiências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ser o mais formal possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ser o menos impulsivo que posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de esconder meu eu dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de passar por cima de minhas vontades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ser cruel com quem não merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de maltratar quem mais eu amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ser bonzinho com quem detesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de esconder o que realmente penso e sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ser certinho o tempo todo, com todos, para todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de sentir raiva e guardar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de não expressar minha ira da forma mais irônica possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ser mandado por quem não dou o direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de aturar, suportar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de me calar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de sofrer sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ser triste, sozinho, irritado, nervoso ou o que seja sem pensar na alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de submeter-me, sacrificar-me, deixar minha vez passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de ser quem não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto de tudo aquilo que detesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DESISTO! AH, COMO EU DESISTO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Como queria eu poder desistir ainda mais! Mas impõem limites até em minhas desistências. A jaula do mundo ainda está fechada, e não se abrirá enquanto não pensarmos na felicidade. Aliás, na satisfação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114237525174922405?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114237525174922405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114237525174922405' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114237525174922405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114237525174922405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/desisto.html' title='Desisto!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114177017765191524</id><published>2006-03-07T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:26:03.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Peraí...! Agora, porque todo mundo já foi a Paris, já leu Dostoievski, já viu todos os filmes do Stanley Kubrick, já fala, no mínimo, quatro idiomas, &lt;em&gt;EU&lt;/em&gt;, tão simplesmente EU vou ficar me sentindo como aquilo que o mundo não devia ter criado?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não! Não, de jeito nenhum!! Vá a Paris, à Russia, à Mongólia, ao Tibet, à PQP! Eu não ligo a mínima. Quero mais é que tudo se dane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chega de ficar sofrendo porque todo mundo sabe aquilo que eu não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chega de ficar me lamentando por tudo aquilo que não vivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chega de ficar chorando sobre as loucuras que não experimentei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você já fez aquilo que só você faz? Ótimo para você. Veja bem, ótimo &lt;em&gt;para você&lt;/em&gt;. Não dou a menor importância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Às vezes, mais vale guardar aquilo que temos de especial para nós mesmos. Não para esconder, ou para esquecer do quanto somos únicos, mas para deixar estar por um momento e mostrar nossa especialidade na melhor oportunidade. Aí sim é que se pode alcançar certo brilho, ainda que fugaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ninguém ganha nem um centavo por ficar mostrando-se de todas as formas aos outros, muito menos por ressaltar suas qualidades a um colega, tampouco ao seu chefe, à sua família ou &lt;em&gt;ao que quer&lt;/em&gt;* que seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*= nem precisa ser alguém, pode ser a parede da sua sala de estar. Dane-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tô de saco cheio de ficar caçando agulhas no palheiro da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Só eu sei o que vivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Acha pouco? Viva menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114177017765191524?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114177017765191524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114177017765191524' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114177017765191524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114177017765191524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/eu.html' title='EU???'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114168322075734618</id><published>2006-03-06T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:13:40.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Requiem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Satsuki)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nee yo ga akeru yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saigo no kotoba o&lt;br /&gt;Kikoete iru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mono nara tsutaetakute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee nukegara dake no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tsumetai hoho ni&lt;br /&gt;Sotto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Te o furesasete soba ni isasete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuki no akari dake ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mimamotte ite kureta hazu&lt;br /&gt;Dakedo ima nani o omoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Towa ni nemuru no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee asa ga kuru yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saigo no wakare mo&lt;br /&gt;Gomen ne ai mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tsutaerarenai mama de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Moshi kanau nara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kono utagoe kono MERODII&lt;br /&gt;Kanata e to mukau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anata e todokete kudasai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tsuki no akari dake ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mimamotte ite kureta hazu&lt;br /&gt;Dakedo ima nani o omoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Towa ni nemuru no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nee yo ga akeru yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saigo no kotoba o&lt;br /&gt;Kikoete iru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mono nara tsutaetakute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nee sono kagayaki wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kienai mama no&lt;br /&gt;Hitomi sura tozasazuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Towa ni nemuru no&lt;br /&gt;Hitomi sura tozasazuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Towa ni nemuru no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ó, essa é uma tradução que peguei na Internet. Deve estar horrível, mas... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Ei, a noite acabou"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Serão as últimas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que irei ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Segundo diz a lenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ei, esse rosto frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu estou deixando para trás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Suavemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Toque-o com sua mão e aproxime-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Somente o brilho da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Irá me observar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Porém, agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quais pensamentos dormirão para sempre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ei, a manhã vem chegando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Esta é a despedida final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desculpe, o amor também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não era parte da lenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando isto acontecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cantarei esta melodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vire-se para mim, distante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E, por favor, receba-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Somente o brilho da lua&lt;br /&gt;Irá me observar.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, agora,&lt;br /&gt;Quais pensamentos dormirão para sempre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Ei, a noite acabou"&lt;br /&gt;Serão as últimas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que irei ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;Segundo diz a lenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ei, esta luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nunca irá morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ela estará trancada em meus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dormindo para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ela estará trancada em meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Dormindo para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114168322075734618?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114168322075734618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114168322075734618' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114168322075734618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114168322075734618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/requiem.html' title='Requiem'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114161050907941069</id><published>2006-03-05T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:01:49.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de Bordo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Só pra dizer que eu me diverti bastante hoje. Joguei boliche com a Ná e o Alexandre... Depois fui à casa da Ná, joguei Master (ganhei as duas vezes, apesar que a segunda foi meio roubalheira... né Ná? hehehe) e peguei com ela o Monstros S/A emprestado. Bom, se a Fê ler isso aqui, ela já vai me achar esdrúxulo por nunca ter visto Monstros S/A... deixa quieto... heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, amanhã (ou melhor, ainda essa semana, espero que amanhã, né...) eu vou postar uma letra traduzida de Corrector Yui... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CREDO, BRUNO, VOCÊ GOSTA DE CORRECTOR YUI??? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E daí? Tem gente que gosta de Chaves e Chiquititas até hoje... Paciência... Mas eu também não morro de amores por Corrector Yui. É bobo. Mas a letra de amanhã é linda. E triste. Mas a música não é triste, não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu ia postar um wallpaper da Yui, mas não achei nenhum decente na Net. Que relaxo! O pessoal chega a colocar uma imagenzinha pequena, aumenta na mão só pra dizer que é wallpaper da Yui. Muita pobreza! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Té mais, povo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114161050907941069?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114161050907941069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114161050907941069' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114161050907941069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114161050907941069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/dirio-de-bordo.html' title='Diário de Bordo'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114132977993620427</id><published>2006-03-02T16:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:37:31.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Due</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Due"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(interpretada por Renato Russo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dove sei e come stai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;È difficile, lo so, lo sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ferma al rosso di un semaforo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sei tu che cerco nella gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A piedi, in taxi o dentro gli autobus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Due occhi che ti guardano e poi via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Come forte raffiche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Perdersi nel traffico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E un claxon dopo l'altro chissà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dove sei, come stai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cambierò se cambierai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Due perché siamo noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Due lottatori, due reduci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Due canzoni d'amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Comunque io e te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Con le stesse parole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seduti a un caffè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E vorrei solo dirti ora che te ne vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se è amore, amore vedrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Di un'amore vivrai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ma stasera che cosa fai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Io che ti telefono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tu che non sei in casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Lasciate un messaggio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ma è molto più veloce il nastro di me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Che non so mai che dire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E allora proverò ad uscire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stasera io ti trovo lo so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dove sei? Come stai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Non ci sei, ma dove vai?&lt;br /&gt;Io sono qui come te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Con questa paura di amare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Per due minuti, due ore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O un'eternità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Duellanti nel mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Di questa città&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dove tutti han bisogno d'amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Proprio come noi due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Con le stesse parole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seduti a un caffè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E vorrei solo dirti ora che te ne vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se è amore, amore vedrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Di un'amore vivrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dove sei, come stai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Due anche se non ci sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Io e te, sempre o mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Siamo noi, siamo in due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Onde está e como vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É difícil, eu sei, você sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Parada num farol vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Está você que eu procuro entre as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A pé, num táxi ou dentro do ônibus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dois olhos que te olham e depois se vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Como fortes rajadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Perder-se no tráfego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E uma buzinada após a outra talvez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Onde está? Como vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mudarei se você mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dois porque somos nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dois lutadores, dois sobreviventes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Duas conções de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De qualquer modo, nós dois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Com as mesmas palavras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sentados num bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E eu queria apenas te dizer, agora que você se vai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se é amor, amor você verá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De um amor você viverá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas, esta noite, o que você vai fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu que te ligo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você que não está em casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Deixe uma mensagem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas a minha fita* é muito mais veloz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que eu nunca sei o que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E agora tentarei sair [de casa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Esta noite eu te encontro, eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Onde você está? Como vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você não está... mas onde você vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu estou aqui, como você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Com este medo de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por dois minutos, duas horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ou uma eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Duelantes no mar desta cidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Onde todos precisam de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Exatamente como nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Com as mesmas palavras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sentados num bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E eu queria apenas te dizer, agora que você se vai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se é amor, amor você verá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De um amor você viverá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Onde você está? Como vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dois, ainda que você não esteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu e você, sempre ou nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Somos nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Somos dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* Provavelmente, esta é uma referência às antigas secretárias eletrônicas, que traziam uma pequena fita (quase como uma K-7, só que menor) para gravar as mensagens deixadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assim, provavelmente o autor quis dizer que, para ele, a fita é muito mais veloz, e ele não teve tempo de dizer tudo o que queria. Por isso, nunca sabe o que dizer nos recados das secretárias eletrônicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114132977993620427?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114132977993620427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114132977993620427' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114132977993620427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114132977993620427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/03/due.html' title='Due'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114069452905105841</id><published>2006-02-23T08:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:16:13.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/EUMANU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/320/EUMANU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Antes de mais nada, Ná... Valeu por ter comentado...!! Foi lindo, recebi um monte de e-mails "Natália" - posted in VagaMente... heheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah, deixa eu explicar pra todo mundo que é que era aquele prólogo... era o começo de uma história que eu tava criando... Vai ter outros capítulos, espero eu... Mas eu só vou postar quando eu melhorar a idéia. Daí vocês vão ver o que acham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Emanuela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;como é que você posta a foto no seu flog e não me avisa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hehehe... deixa, tá... agora tá no meu blog... hehehe... apesar de que eu tô horrível na foto, tô parecendo careca, credo!!! Bícata...! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114069452905105841?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114069452905105841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114069452905105841' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114069452905105841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114069452905105841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/02/obs.html' title='OBS'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114062824504777150</id><published>2006-02-22T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:11:37.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prólogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ele jamais poderia imaginar uma coisa dessas... Se não existe o destino, como então prever exatamente o que ainda não aconteceu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114062824504777150?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114062824504777150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114062824504777150' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114062824504777150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114062824504777150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/02/prlogo.html' title='Prólogo'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114021092990178493</id><published>2006-02-17T18:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T19:15:29.930-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem entende?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quem entende de verdade o que a gente pensa e sente? Só a gente, mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quem entende que, de vez em quando, ficamos confusos quando pensamos no nosso próprio futuro, ou que ficamos nostálgicos demais quando lembramos do nosso próprio passado? Só nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quem entende porque seguimos em frente quando tudo nos leva a desistir, ou vice-versa? Só nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quem entende que, de vez em quando, por mais amigos verdadeiros que tivermos, ou por mais contatos que estabelecemos com outros, nos sentimos solitários ou excluídos? Só nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quem entende o quanto nos preocupamos com os outros ou com nosso próprio bem estar? Quem entende o valor que a opinião de outra pessoa pode ter para nós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quem é que entende a nossa própria essência? Só nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não adianta querermos mudar o jeito de ser de alguém se não conseguimos nem mesmo compreender essa outra pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não adianta querermos melhorar a sociedade quando não conseguimos transformar nem nossos próprios defeitos e falhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não adianta querermos mudar o mundo se não arrumamos nem mesmo nosso próprio quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Não me diga que tudo isso não passa de uma bela lição de moral. É tudo o que penso. Não é preciso concordar. Só quero saber por quê ajo de certos modos quando sinto que não sou compreendido. Só quero saber por quê tem gente nesse mundo que simplesmente não nos aceita da maneira que somos. Estou esclarecendo tudo o que penso não para os meus amigos, mas para mim mesmo. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A propósito (texto em amarelo-ovo para mudar de tom de assunto... hahahaha... sacou o trocadilho??! :P  &lt;em&gt;baka baka baka!!! Baka mitai!!!&lt;/em&gt;), hoje foi um lindo dia. Posso dizer agora que gosto do meu local de trabalho e do meu serviço. Gosto dos meus colegas de trabalho também, exceto uma pessoa em particular (que todo mundo já sabe até o NOME!!! hahahah). Mas foi lindo. Tudo é lindo. Se alguma coisa não é linda no nosso dia, é porque não estamos observando as coisas com o devido olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tire sempre uma lição de cada coisa. Ela é o único ponto positivo que de fato levamos eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114021092990178493?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114021092990178493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114021092990178493' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114021092990178493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114021092990178493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/02/quem-entende.html' title='Quem entende?'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341305.post-114010772925243614</id><published>2006-02-16T14:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:35:29.270-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Só enche quando você quer que fique vazio...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Incrível, eu tava aqui trabalhando hoje e descobri um negócio que me deixou besta: quando eu venho pro caixa, nunca tem muito o que fazer... cheguei a ficar duas horas no caixa e atendi pouquíssimas pessoas... Quando a gente vai pro trabalho e não faz nada, parece até que a gente cansa mais!... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Porém, quando você mais quer que tudo continue do mesmo jeito, quando você encontra várias tarefas pra fazer, quando você descobre um monte de coisas que você adoraria ter feito, chega trabalho como nunca!!! rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Será que é tudo sempre assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ontem, depois da aula do prof. Anderson, lá na faculdade, fiquei pensando se era esse mesmo o meu destino... Se eu não devia ter prestado Letras na USP ao invés de Audiovisual... com certeza, com a pontuação que eu fiz, (sem querer esnobar... hehehe) eu ia conseguir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Agora, com certeza, ia ser muito mais fácil eu me tornar um professor de Português e Literatura do que um radialista. Sem nem comparação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas... será que eu nãoseria um profissional frustrado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Será que eu já não desisti demais dos meus sonhos e objetivos para abrir mão de mais uma coisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Será que eu não me arrependeria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15341305-114010772925243614?l=brunovagamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114010772925243614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341305&amp;postID=114010772925243614' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114010772925243614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341305/posts/default/114010772925243614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunovagamente.blogspot.com/2006/02/s-enche-quando-voc-quer-que-fique.html' title='Só enche quando você quer que fique vazio...!'/><author><name>Bruno Piatto MTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071755052424239665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/1193/1600/83494124.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
