<?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-22927962</id><updated>2011-05-05T10:36:00.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>********* Menor Idéia!!!!! Heim???? Isso mesmo........... não tenho a menor idéia!!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=6725206850161840798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/6725206850161840798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/6725206850161840798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/12/mto-foco-mto-foco-mto-foco.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-2275118966018564872</id><published>2007-11-09T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:55:48.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos</title><content type='html'>"O que mastigo se acostuma&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é o que sinto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired&lt;br /&gt;So much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me&lt;br /&gt;And be less like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma extorsão"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-2275118966018564872?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/2275118966018564872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=2275118966018564872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/2275118966018564872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/2275118966018564872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-become-so-numb-i-cant-feel-you.html' title='Fragmentos'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-5584145339056619523</id><published>2007-09-01T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T06:38:35.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I want so much to open your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you to look into mine..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-5584145339056619523?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/5584145339056619523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=5584145339056619523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/5584145339056619523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/5584145339056619523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-so-much-to-open-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-7471931321226009298</id><published>2007-08-13T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T11:59:23.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu ainda me surpreendo com a mediocridade do ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu ainda me surpreendo com a mediocridade do ser humano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CÉUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... vamos falar do que realmente importa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, um ano... neh? Já...  "Minhoca?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorMINHOCA... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todo o tempo com você parece suspenso. "Incontável".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exceto aos domingos à noite, claro... noites que nem durmo... para aproveitar todos os instantes.. assim... observando... velando teu sono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-7471931321226009298?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/7471931321226009298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=7471931321226009298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/7471931321226009298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/7471931321226009298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-ainda-me-surpreendo-com-mediocridade.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-3795345082168058421</id><published>2007-08-08T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T06:27:42.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Morning</title><content type='html'>Eu preciso comprar um caderninho para as anotações&lt;br /&gt;E talvez uma pílula anti-aflição, anti-medo, anti-emoção&lt;br /&gt;E, recentemente, anti-lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Preciso comprar meu leite desnatado ou semi&lt;br /&gt;Para as medidas, vc sabe.&lt;br /&gt;E preciso também saber como está tudo aí dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente a vontade, os desejos, os sonhos, as expectativas.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo, me conte o que se passa.&lt;br /&gt;Solte. Liberte. Se liberte.&lt;br /&gt;Leve. Bem leve.&lt;br /&gt;Não há erro. Não há problema.&lt;br /&gt;Não deve haver. Não deve.&lt;br /&gt;E nem peso.&lt;br /&gt;Descanse. Se alimente.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para os dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;Ou todos os lados.&lt;br /&gt;Os corações seguem frágeis. Mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Todos eles. Cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;As palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre cuidadosas. Nem sempre eficazes...&lt;br /&gt;Não saia, também, com o cabelo molhado neste frio.&lt;br /&gt;Amo você. E o processo continua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-3795345082168058421?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/3795345082168058421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=3795345082168058421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/3795345082168058421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/3795345082168058421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/08/silent-morning.html' title='Silent Morning'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-1890663044268511174</id><published>2007-07-31T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:52:02.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things will never............</title><content type='html'>Toda escrita surge do reflexo&lt;br /&gt;A inspiração original perdeu-se no tempo&lt;br /&gt;E agora é única, unilateral.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you try to keep me?&lt;br /&gt;Or....&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que penso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as coisas acontecem para que a gente mude.&lt;br /&gt;Diariamente...&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas mudam para melhor&lt;br /&gt;Outras não.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Que podem melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;Ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o processo de arborização das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Tende a expandir...&lt;br /&gt;Para todo e qualquer fluxo.&lt;br /&gt;De pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;E sentimentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-1890663044268511174?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/1890663044268511174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=1890663044268511174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/1890663044268511174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/1890663044268511174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-will-never.html' title='Things will never............'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-411773890461633966</id><published>2007-07-30T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:18:33.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS: Missing you...</title><content type='html'>Antes de você,&lt;br /&gt;eu não olharia para um apartamento pensando em comprá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de você,&lt;br /&gt;eu não estava preocupada em voltar a dirigir para aumentar o conforto dos passeios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de você,&lt;br /&gt;eu jamais assistiria a uma entrevista inteira da Cláudia Leite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de você,&lt;br /&gt;eu sequer cogitava construir uma família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de você,&lt;br /&gt;eu não tinha medo da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de você,&lt;br /&gt;a saudade nunca tinha doído.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de você,&lt;br /&gt;eu não me importava com o perdão... em ser perdoada...&lt;br /&gt;E também nunca quis desculpar alguém de qualquer falta ou ofensa.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine então passar por cima de qquer coisa... por pura saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de você,&lt;br /&gt;não pensei que pudesse fazer bem para uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E antes de você,&lt;br /&gt;eu não sabia que alguém também pudesse me fazer tão bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me fazer tanta falta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-411773890461633966?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/411773890461633966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=411773890461633966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/411773890461633966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/411773890461633966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/07/ps-missing-you.html' title='PS: Missing you...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-7029640187235007708</id><published>2007-07-25T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T05:42:01.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you love</title><content type='html'>Novos travesseiros&lt;br /&gt;Novos espaços&lt;br /&gt;Novo dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Mi casa su casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novas idéias&lt;br /&gt;Novos planos para o carro&lt;br /&gt;E planos inéditos para 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novas roupas&lt;br /&gt;Nova Mari&lt;br /&gt;Velha Mari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia o certo.&lt;br /&gt;Parecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;Again. And again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-7029640187235007708?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/7029640187235007708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=7029640187235007708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/7029640187235007708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/7029640187235007708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/07/miss-you-love.html' title='Miss you love'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-8209753895598484508</id><published>2007-07-19T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:58:23.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the horizon</title><content type='html'>People see different things&lt;br /&gt;When they look on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Do you see dark clouds rolling in fast&lt;br /&gt;Cos baby they ain't gonna last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't see anybody else&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop looking at you&lt;br /&gt;Take this dream and make it true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I see is love, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just one look in your deep brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;And baby I'm flyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world could be so hard to take&lt;br /&gt;Before I found you, I almost stopped trying&lt;br /&gt;To see the good instead of the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your hearts so true, that baby I'm cryin&lt;br /&gt;And every single time we meet&lt;br /&gt;I learn what love is for&lt;br /&gt;It's taking less and giving more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I see is love, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just one look in your deep brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;And baby I'm flyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby I don't wanna see pain in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're the one that sets me free&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in this world that can hurt us&lt;br /&gt;If it's you and me, hey-yeah-yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I see is love, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just one look in your deep brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;And baby I'm flyin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/melanie-c/on-the-horizon.html"&gt;Melanie C - On the horizon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-8209753895598484508?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/8209753895598484508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=8209753895598484508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8209753895598484508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8209753895598484508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-horizon.html' title='On the horizon'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-8628034931221774453</id><published>2007-06-14T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:51:44.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl...</title><content type='html'>"I´ve got sunshine&lt;br /&gt;On a cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;when it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;I´ve got the month of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'll say&lt;br /&gt;what can make me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, my girl&lt;br /&gt;talking about my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve got so much honey&lt;br /&gt;the bees envy me&lt;br /&gt;I´ve got a sweeter song&lt;br /&gt;than the birds in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you'll say&lt;br /&gt;what can make me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, my girl&lt;br /&gt;talking about my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need no money&lt;br /&gt;fortune or fame&lt;br /&gt;I´ve got all the riches baby&lt;br /&gt;one woman can claim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess you'll say&lt;br /&gt;what can make me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;My girl&lt;br /&gt;talkin about my girl (my girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got sunshine on a cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;With my girl&lt;br /&gt;E've even got the month of may&lt;br /&gt;With my girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/temptations/my-girl.html"&gt;The Temptations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-8628034931221774453?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/8628034931221774453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=8628034931221774453&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8628034931221774453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8628034931221774453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-girl.html' title='My girl...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-2900958318870153389</id><published>2007-05-10T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:07:20.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Nem choro mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Só levo a saudade morena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É tudo que vale a pena"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pensando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pensando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pensando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E até li estes dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Pensar muito enlouquece! Pense nisso!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sempre ela... do lado de dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Totalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-2900958318870153389?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/2900958318870153389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=2900958318870153389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/2900958318870153389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/2900958318870153389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/05/nem-choro-mais-s-levo-saudade-morena.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-5186464778150880264</id><published>2007-04-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T05:36:46.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sonhos. Desejos. Saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Programas sobre vergonha e culpa.&lt;br /&gt;Textos sobre motivação.&lt;br /&gt;E desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livros. Sobre cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Músicas. Sobre dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo vai passando.&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuo precisando.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom final de semana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-5186464778150880264?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/5186464778150880264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=5186464778150880264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/5186464778150880264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/5186464778150880264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/04/sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-2497518824196443887</id><published>2007-04-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:20:36.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouvindo.... lembrando...</title><content type='html'>"Não vai ser em vão&lt;br /&gt;Que fiz tantos planos de me entregar&lt;br /&gt;Como fiz enganos de me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Como fiz estradas de me perder&lt;br /&gt;Fiz de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;E nada de te esquecer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sabiá - Jobim e Buarque)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vem, meu amor. Vem pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça devagar...&lt;br /&gt;Me beija e me faz esquecer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bem que se quis - Nelson Motta)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-2497518824196443887?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/2497518824196443887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=2497518824196443887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/2497518824196443887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/2497518824196443887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/04/ouvindo-lembrando.html' title='Ouvindo.... lembrando...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-4067077977495970077</id><published>2007-04-11T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T05:56:51.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tive planos.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Bons sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perderam-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, vazio. Estranha ausência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lembrei de uma música que explicava algumas crenças.&lt;br /&gt;Certezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, dói.&lt;br /&gt;E não parece querer dizer a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha pensado em adiar algumas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Em função de outras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos planos.&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Dos bons sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora... tenho a mim.&lt;br /&gt;E dói.&lt;br /&gt;O caminhar das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;O não caminhar das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O perder o impulso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não sei onde vou. Não sei onde estou."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quem a culpa?&lt;br /&gt;De ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sua.&lt;br /&gt;Nem minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One baby to another said: I'm lucky to have met you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quando volto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-4067077977495970077?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/4067077977495970077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=4067077977495970077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/4067077977495970077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/4067077977495970077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/04/tive-planos.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-6597738997911699833</id><published>2007-04-02T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T05:35:42.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites com Sol</title><content type='html'>Avenida Paulista.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão à noite...&lt;br /&gt;Tentei fugir do mesmo pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já em casa, doía a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;E a falta que senti do seu cabelo descansando em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do seu corpo, que combina tanto com o meu&lt;br /&gt;Respirando no mesmo ritmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento odiar você&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver se finda o soluço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio. E depois amo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Odeio. E depois amo mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso precisa parar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-6597738997911699833?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/6597738997911699833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=6597738997911699833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/6597738997911699833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/6597738997911699833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/04/noites-com-sol.html' title='Noites com Sol'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-8810225639643667610</id><published>2007-03-29T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T06:23:32.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe</title><content type='html'>Nunca vi tanta dor.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta lágrima.&lt;br /&gt;Não por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela também nunca me viu tão triste&lt;br /&gt;Silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;Chorosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deu pra conversar&lt;br /&gt;Ou tentar arrumar nas últimas horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela me vê&lt;br /&gt;E sente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-8810225639643667610?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/8810225639643667610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=8810225639643667610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8810225639643667610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8810225639643667610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/03/me.html' title='Mãe'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-8365266538222943468</id><published>2007-03-21T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T07:28:50.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Descubro, na dor, Chico, Bethania, Elis&lt;br /&gt;Redescubro, na verdade, lirismo, dor, sentimento e morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubro Werther e sua "beber até a última gota os males que o destino nos reserva" e também sua "quando vejo que esgotamos todas as nossas forças em satisfazer nossas necessidades, que apenas tendem a prolongar uma existência miserável" (!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bovary e vinho&lt;br /&gt;Uma adaptação para o cinema, penso eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, o cinema... sempre paixão&lt;br /&gt;Paixão... para sair do sufoco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vem, meu menino vadio&lt;br /&gt;Vem, sem mentir pra você&lt;br /&gt;Vem, mas vem sem fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Que da noite pro dia&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, por favor não evites meu amor, meus convites&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor, meus apelos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou te envolver nos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Vem perde-te em meus braços pelo amor de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Vem que eu te quero fraco, vem que eu te quero tolo&lt;br /&gt;Vem que eu te quero todo meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eu quero te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que o instante de te ver custou tanto penar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou me arrepender&lt;br /&gt;Só vim te convencer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vim pra não morrer de tanto te esperar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te contar das chuvas que apanhei&lt;br /&gt;Das noites que varei no escuro a te buscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te mostrar as marcas que ganhei nas lutas contra o rei&lt;br /&gt;Nas discussões com Deus&lt;br /&gt;E agora que cheguei eu quero a recompensa&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero a prenda imensa dos carinhos teus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sem fantasia (Chico Buarque)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorioso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-8365266538222943468?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/8365266538222943468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=8365266538222943468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8365266538222943468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8365266538222943468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/03/descubro-na-dor-chico-bethania-elis.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-5588137894225566991</id><published>2007-03-19T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T05:38:16.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;Família feliz&lt;br /&gt;Amigos em peso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Carinho da amiga 8 ou 80&lt;br /&gt;Valsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerveja + vinho branco + vinho do porto + espumante&lt;br /&gt;Vagas lembranças da festa&lt;br /&gt;Vagas lembranças da festa que começou com&lt;br /&gt;"Mari, não está faltando alguém na sua mesa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia!&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; &lt;a href="http://elvis-costello.letras.terra.com.br/letras/8688/"&gt;Música de hoje...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-5588137894225566991?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/5588137894225566991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=5588137894225566991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/5588137894225566991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/5588137894225566991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorrisos.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-8324446468074175295</id><published>2007-03-16T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T05:21:09.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites eternas</title><content type='html'>O filme que não consigo ver&lt;br /&gt;A conversa que nunca acontece&lt;br /&gt;Uma aspereza que o pai estranhou&lt;br /&gt;E uma tristeza que a tia perguntou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pseudos sorrisos para as fotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerveja, cigarro, sinuca...&lt;br /&gt;E Chico Buarque ao pé do ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Noites eternas.&lt;br /&gt;Histórias da Augusta&lt;br /&gt;Estranhas e divertidas histórias da Rua Augusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era esta, mas acordei pensando nesta letra.&lt;br /&gt;Bom final de semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mesmo com toda a fama&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a brahma&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a cama&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a lama&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai levando&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai levando&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai levando&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai levando essa chama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com todo o emblema&lt;br /&gt;Todo o problema&lt;br /&gt;Todo o sistema&lt;br /&gt;Toda Ipanema&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai levando&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai levando&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai levando&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai levando essa gema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com o nada feito&lt;br /&gt;Com a sala escura&lt;br /&gt;Com um nó no peito&lt;br /&gt;Com a cara dura&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;A gente não tem cura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com o todavia&lt;br /&gt;Com todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Com todo ia&lt;br /&gt;Todo não ia&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai levando&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai levando&lt;br /&gt;Vai levando&lt;br /&gt;Vai levando essa guia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vai levando (Caetano Veloso e Chico Buarque)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-8324446468074175295?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/8324446468074175295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=8324446468074175295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8324446468074175295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8324446468074175295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/03/noites-eternas.html' title='Noites eternas'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-5428993211436350189</id><published>2007-03-14T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T05:04:24.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older...</title><content type='html'>Eu andei por um lugar vazio&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia o caminho como a palma da minha mão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu senti a terra sob meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentei do lado do rio e ele me completou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas simples... pra onde foram?&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou ficando velho e preciso de alguma coisa para confiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me fala... quando você vai me deixar entrar?&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou ficando cansado e preciso de alguma coisa para começar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu andei por árvores caídas...&lt;br /&gt;Eu senti os galhos delas olhando para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o lugar que nós costumávamos amar?&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o lugar que eu tenho sonhado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trecho traduzido de &lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/keane/somewhere-only-we-know.html"&gt;"Somewhere Only We Know"&lt;/a&gt; (Keane)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-5428993211436350189?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/5428993211436350189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=5428993211436350189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/5428993211436350189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/5428993211436350189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-3132917647417416715</id><published>2007-03-07T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T08:42:29.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda em silêncio... ainda músicas...</title><content type='html'>Para quem quer se soltar&lt;br /&gt;Invento cais&lt;br /&gt;Invento mais que a solidão me dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invento lua nova a clarear&lt;br /&gt;Invento amor e sei a dor de me lançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Invento o mar&lt;br /&gt;Invento em mim o sonhador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quer me seguir&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um caminho do que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;E um saveiro pronto pra partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invento o cais&lt;br /&gt;E sei a vez de me lançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elis-regina.letras.terra.com.br/letras/109731/"&gt;- Cais (Milton Nascimento e Ronaldo Bastos)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-3132917647417416715?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/3132917647417416715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=3132917647417416715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/3132917647417416715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/3132917647417416715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/03/ainda-em-silncio-ainda-msicas.html' title='Ainda em silêncio... ainda músicas...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-1287461304676148424</id><published>2007-02-28T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T04:27:42.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cada um vive como pode&lt;br /&gt;E eu não nasci pra sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara feia pra mim é fome&lt;br /&gt;E eu não faço manha pra comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é como uma escola&lt;br /&gt;E a morte é o vestibular&lt;br /&gt;No inferno eu entro sem cola&lt;br /&gt;Mas o céu eu vou ter que descolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando alguém precisa de um carinho meu&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada que me prenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu sentir que um bicho me mordeu&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais ardida que pimenta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo eu sou otimista&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sempre imagino o pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cansa essa vida de artista&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada vez o prazer é maior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Doce de Pimenta (Rita Lee e Roberto de Carvalho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-1287461304676148424?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/1287461304676148424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=1287461304676148424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/1287461304676148424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/1287461304676148424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/02/cada-um-vive-como-pode-e-eu-no-nasci.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-8367307293034436076</id><published>2007-02-27T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T04:48:42.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Everytime I try to fly&lt;br /&gt;I fall without my wings&lt;br /&gt;I feel so small&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I see your face, it's haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/britney-spears/everytime.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-8367307293034436076?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/8367307293034436076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=8367307293034436076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8367307293034436076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/8367307293034436076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/02/everytime-i-try-to-fly-i-fall-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-1905704726670663267</id><published>2007-02-26T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T04:26:48.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ainda meio silensiosa.... então... música&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você, manhã de todo meu&lt;br /&gt;Você, que cedo entardeceu&lt;br /&gt;Você, de quem a vida eu sou&lt;br /&gt;E sei, mas eu serei&lt;br /&gt;Você, um beijo bom de sol&lt;br /&gt;Você, Em cada tarde vã&lt;br /&gt;Virá sorrindo de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Você, um riso indo à luz&lt;br /&gt;Você, a paz dos céus azuis&lt;br /&gt;Você, sereno bem de amor em mim&lt;br /&gt;Você, tristeza que eu criei&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Vem mais pra mim, mais só&lt;br /&gt;Você manhã de todo meu&lt;br /&gt;Você que cedo entardeceu&lt;br /&gt;Você de quem a vida eu sou&lt;br /&gt;E sei, mas eu serei&lt;br /&gt;Você, um beijo bom de sol&lt;br /&gt;Você, de cada tarde vã&lt;br /&gt;Virá sorrindo de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Você, um riso indo à luz&lt;br /&gt;Você, a paz de céus azuis&lt;br /&gt;Você, sereno bem de amor em mim&lt;br /&gt;Você, tristeza que eu criei&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Vem mais pra mim, mas só&lt;br /&gt;Você, tristeza que eu criei&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei, você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Vem mais pra mim, mas só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Você (Roberto Menescal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-1905704726670663267?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/1905704726670663267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=1905704726670663267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/1905704726670663267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/1905704726670663267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/02/ainda-meio-silensiosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-3054971667512049224</id><published>2007-02-21T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:42:44.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little girl blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8V5juT_98k0/RdysdLpt8yI/AAAAAAAAABc/mosgAuDPhRg/s1600-h/Blue-Girl-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034088100837323554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8V5juT_98k0/RdysdLpt8yI/AAAAAAAAABc/mosgAuDPhRg/s320/Blue-Girl-front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não... little girl blue não é "menininha azul"&lt;br /&gt;E sim, menininha triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste&lt;br /&gt;Cansada&lt;br /&gt;E com muitas dores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiores que antes&lt;br /&gt;Maiores que em qualquer época&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas tão grandes para pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que não você não tem a mais remota noção do que eu to sentindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já sentiu que está explodindo por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Num misto de dor, lágrima, cansaço, raiva, esperança e momentâneas faltas dela?&lt;br /&gt;Ou uma vontade enorme de nada e tudo? Ao mesmo tempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se este sentimento for familiar, você está, talvez, perto de entender o que eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim... little girl blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja vu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-3054971667512049224?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/3054971667512049224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=3054971667512049224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/3054971667512049224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/3054971667512049224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-girl-blue.html' title='Little girl blue'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8V5juT_98k0/RdysdLpt8yI/AAAAAAAAABc/mosgAuDPhRg/s72-c/Blue-Girl-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-9093323303610939548</id><published>2007-02-13T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:55:49.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Isto é o que hoje é. E, como hoje por enquanto é tudo, isto é tudo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alberto Caeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sentir mais e pensar menos, como me disse uma amiga há tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que isso é possível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ataque suicida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-9093323303610939548?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/9093323303610939548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=9093323303610939548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/9093323303610939548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/9093323303610939548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/02/isto-o-que-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-4498235501029300046</id><published>2007-02-09T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T11:18:08.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We're always on this roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;If you want me why can't you get closer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/cake/never-there.html"&gt;Never There - Cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom fds....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-4498235501029300046?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/4498235501029300046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=4498235501029300046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/4498235501029300046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/4498235501029300046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/02/were-always-on-this-roller-coaster-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-97872122647085313</id><published>2007-02-08T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:11:19.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a rolling stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8V5juT_98k0/Rcs8s7pt8wI/AAAAAAAAABI/CdeJSP47F3U/s1600-h/Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029180151513871106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8V5juT_98k0/Rcs8s7pt8wI/AAAAAAAAABI/CdeJSP47F3U/s400/Road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma viagem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Like a road movie"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns dias... eu sumo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque o tempo é raro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o meu sempre foi "quando"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, agora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acho que é agora mesmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-97872122647085313?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/97872122647085313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=97872122647085313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/97872122647085313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/97872122647085313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/02/uma-viagem.html' title='Like a rolling stone'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8V5juT_98k0/Rcs8s7pt8wI/AAAAAAAAABI/CdeJSP47F3U/s72-c/Road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-379183317958881182</id><published>2007-01-30T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T04:02:27.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queria contar tudo sobre a primeira reunião&lt;br /&gt;Como a barriga esfriou&lt;br /&gt;E como deu tudo certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria contar que comprei seu sabonete&lt;br /&gt;E "felt like home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria contar, também, que estou usando seu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Porque o "da sua tia" já acabou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria contar que tem um canguru australiano dentro da minha bolsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria agradecer pela presença no dia que, certamente,&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dos mais escuros pra mim e minha família&lt;br /&gt;E dizer que, graças à força que me deu,&lt;br /&gt;Pude ser a força de quem não estava se aguentando em pé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria também dizer que está todo mundo melhorando&lt;br /&gt;E que talvez a vó venha passar uns dias aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Mamãe também está chegando para a formatura&lt;br /&gt;Com papai... sim... está chegando a hora... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria contar do meu "novo diretor preferido"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também ia falar sobre o livro que estou lendo&lt;br /&gt;Meio "Beleza Americana"... interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria contar de um outro livro que comprei&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho a impressão que vou adorar&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não gostar de ler... (estou me forçando)&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma frase na orelha do livro que diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A loucura não surge da imaginação, mas da racionalidade exorbitante"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... dormi...&lt;br /&gt;Como de costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei às quatro e te esperei.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ouvi sua voz, todos os sentidos acordaram&lt;br /&gt;E o dia, enfim, começou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebi o que uma pessoa pode fazer por você...&lt;br /&gt;Pelo seu dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me deparei com coisas inacreditáveis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É inacreditável o que algumas pessoas &lt;em&gt;fazem&lt;/em&gt; por você&lt;br /&gt;É inacreditável o que algumas pessoas &lt;em&gt;não fazem&lt;/em&gt; por você&lt;br /&gt;É inacreditável o que algumas pessoas &lt;em&gt;precisam fazer&lt;/em&gt; por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o mais surpreendente, é o que algumas pessoas conseguem sem fazer nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sendo elas mesmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem poderá fazer&lt;br /&gt;Aquele amor morrer&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor é como um grão!&lt;br /&gt;Morrenasce, trigo&lt;br /&gt;Vivemorre, pão"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trecho de Drão (&lt;a href="http://www.gilbertogil.com.br"&gt;Gilberto Gil&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-379183317958881182?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/379183317958881182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=379183317958881182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/379183317958881182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/379183317958881182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/queria-contar-tudo-sobre-primeira.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-3396685791219600252</id><published>2007-01-26T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T03:13:01.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8V5juT_98k0/RbnhmwEu9hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C23YiK_FgeY/s1600-h/2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024294915164534290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8V5juT_98k0/RbnhmwEu9hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C23YiK_FgeY/s400/2005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou com tanto medo quanto você... believe me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou esperando... "pra contar que sonhei com você me iluminando"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-3396685791219600252?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/3396685791219600252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=3396685791219600252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/3396685791219600252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/3396685791219600252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/oi.html' title='&quot;Oi&quot;'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8V5juT_98k0/RbnhmwEu9hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C23YiK_FgeY/s72-c/2005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116947454909700718</id><published>2007-01-22T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:04:50.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém me dê algo pra perder a consciência? Mas, tem que ser forte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/1600/886850/blackOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/400/679181/blackOK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116947454909700718?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116947454909700718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116947454909700718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116947454909700718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116947454909700718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/algum-me-d-algo-pra-perder-conscincia.html' title='Alguém me dê algo pra perder a consciência? Mas, tem que ser forte!'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116920597683118361</id><published>2007-01-19T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:06:17.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only sometimes.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/1600/115297/444627378_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/400/826744/444627378_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/1600/72861/444627378_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia no céu...&lt;br /&gt;Outro no inferno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia no céu...&lt;br /&gt;Outro no inferno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bom fds a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116920597683118361?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116920597683118361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116920597683118361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116920597683118361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116920597683118361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/only-sometimes.html' title='Only sometimes.......'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116903489991079492</id><published>2007-01-17T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T04:01:19.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pq as músicas sempre explicam melhor...</title><content type='html'>Is it getting better&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;Will it make it easier on you now&lt;br /&gt;You got someone to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;One love, one life&lt;br /&gt;When it's one need&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love&lt;br /&gt;We get to share&lt;br /&gt;It leaves you, darling&lt;br /&gt;If you don't care for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;You act like you never had love&lt;br /&gt;And you want me to go without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;To drag your past out&lt;br /&gt;Into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're one&lt;br /&gt;But we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;We get to carry each other&lt;br /&gt;Carry each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you come here for forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;Have you come to raise the dead?&lt;br /&gt;Have you come here to play Jesus&lt;br /&gt;To the lepers in your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ask too much?&lt;br /&gt;More than a lot?&lt;br /&gt;You gave me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're one&lt;br /&gt;But we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;We hurt each other&lt;br /&gt;Then we do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;Love is a temple&lt;br /&gt;Love, is a higher law&lt;br /&gt;Love is a temple&lt;br /&gt;Love, is a higher law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me to enter&lt;br /&gt;But then you make me crawl&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be holding on&lt;br /&gt;To what you got&lt;br /&gt;When all you got is hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love&lt;br /&gt;One blood&lt;br /&gt;One life you got&lt;br /&gt;To do what you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life&lt;br /&gt;With each other&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, and my brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life&lt;br /&gt;But we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;We get to carry each other&lt;br /&gt;Carry each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eu poderia "até" grifar umas partes...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116903489991079492?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116903489991079492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116903489991079492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116903489991079492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116903489991079492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/pq-as-msicas-sempre-explicam-melhor.html' title='Pq as músicas sempre explicam melhor...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116882706981004336</id><published>2007-01-14T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T18:11:09.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not even once...</title><content type='html'>A força me levava direto pro fundo&lt;br /&gt;E... sabe quando você não faz força pra ir&lt;br /&gt;Mas também não faz força pra ficar?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E atrás de mim um apito que sequer ouvi&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- O que você estava tentando fazer?&lt;br /&gt;- (Silêncio) Não sei. (Silêncio) Acho que nada.&lt;br /&gt;- Humm...Ok. Não faça de novo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116882706981004336?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116882706981004336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116882706981004336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116882706981004336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116882706981004336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-even-once.html' title='Not even once...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116860091345695140</id><published>2007-01-12T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T03:04:54.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my time to think now...</title><content type='html'>As pessoas deveriam perguntar antes&lt;br /&gt;Ou nem perguntar, talvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O final de semana promete tranqüilidade&lt;br /&gt;Com pessoas que sabem só de olhar&lt;br /&gt;E, por isso, não perguntam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a noite de ontem?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem vinho&lt;br /&gt;E conversa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E... parece que vi um cigarro perdido na sua boca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo minha amiga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tks for all, tks for "being"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116860091345695140?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116860091345695140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116860091345695140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116860091345695140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116860091345695140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-my-time-to-think-now.html' title='It&apos;s my time to think now...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116854682116890239</id><published>2007-01-11T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:20:21.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual... sim VISUAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/1600/5469/LEAVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/400/837270/LEAVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116854682116890239?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116854682116890239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116854682116890239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116854682116890239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116854682116890239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/visual-sim-visual.html' title='Visual... sim VISUAL'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116844229570317565</id><published>2007-01-10T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:18:15.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim... exatamente isso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/1600/976588/leve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/400/287391/leve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116844229570317565?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116844229570317565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116844229570317565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116844229570317565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116844229570317565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/sim-exatamente-isso.html' title='Sim... exatamente isso'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116826262147758698</id><published>2007-01-08T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T05:23:41.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/1600/319657/vulcao-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/400/740480/vulcao-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116826262147758698?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116826262147758698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116826262147758698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116826262147758698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116826262147758698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116800826013245758</id><published>2007-01-05T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T09:36:52.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Heart</title><content type='html'>Palavras fortes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouvi:&lt;br /&gt;- Mari, já passei por isso e é complicado... porque até hoje aparecem umas coisas que ela não me contou na época pra me proteger. É foda e delicado demais. Mas, é uma coisa que eu tive que aprender a conviver e ela também. Porque é difícil pra mim. Mas, sei que também é pra ela. Não quisemos abrir mão do amor que só eu e ela sabíamos que existia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is: Existe uma diferença básica de concepção na interpretação dos fatos. Mas, não vou dizer aqui pra não ofender certos olhares. Falamos isso depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi também:&lt;br /&gt;- Mari, você não tem mais "o diferencial". É igual a todas as outras agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo! Certíssimo! Concordo PLENAMENTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, the point is (novamente): Valores. Sempre eles. O diferencial também mudou, pra mim. E, certamente, o diferencial adorado, é desprezado por mim. E o diferencial adorado por mim é desprezado por lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sempre tem aquela amiga que adivinha só de olhar:&lt;br /&gt;- Você vai dar a volta?&lt;br /&gt;- Vou, entre aí.&lt;br /&gt;(Silêncio)&lt;br /&gt;- Onde fica o Pão de Açúcar?&lt;br /&gt;- Continue descendo. Mas, você vai fazer o que lá?&lt;br /&gt;- Comprar cerveja pra você e uma ICE pra mim. E vamos pedir uma pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, no final de tudo, na TV:&lt;br /&gt;- Você se lembra disso?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu me lembro de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspectiva. Esta é a palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conselhos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Sigam SEMPRE os próprios valores&lt;br /&gt;2 - Corram atrás dos diferenciais que lhes satisfizerem&lt;br /&gt;3 - Sigam os corações, acima de tudo. SEMPRE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116800826013245758?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116800826013245758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116800826013245758&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116800826013245758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116800826013245758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/dangerous-heart.html' title='Dangerous Heart'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116782429256937347</id><published>2007-01-03T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T03:46:34.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em um mês, usarei SEU perfume preferido&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, vamos ao cinema às terças ou quintas&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, vamos assistir os extras de Dogville&lt;br /&gt;Porque não sei se você sabe...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, estou te esperando pra fazer isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, vamos andar de mãos dadas à tarde&lt;br /&gt;E escolher, juntas, qual roupa é melhor&lt;br /&gt;para a entrevista do próximo dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, vou fazer vários mapas&lt;br /&gt;Até você aprender a andar por aqui direitinho&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, vou usar o par de convites que sempre ganho&lt;br /&gt;E não apenas um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, teremos nossa rotina&lt;br /&gt;Que aguardo tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ligações para saber o que prefere fazer à noite&lt;br /&gt;Ou nos finais de semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, vou poder pedir aquela sua blusa emprestada&lt;br /&gt;Lembra aquela que eu gostei? Meio verde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, vamos discutir no chuveiro&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu gosto de banho quente&lt;br /&gt;E você não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, vou poder cuidar de perto&lt;br /&gt;E você também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, começaremos juntas&lt;br /&gt;A batalha pela reconquista de alguns familiares&lt;br /&gt;E a novidade de contar a outros sobre este relacionamento&lt;br /&gt;Porque isso está nos planos mais próximos da sua SOGRA&lt;br /&gt;(E não tia, hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, saberei que estará aqui para minha formatura&lt;br /&gt;E você vai aproveitar para conhecer muita gente de longe&lt;br /&gt;Já que tens esta "idéia" de que Barretos é mais longe de Fortaleza que São Paulo, hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, vou te mostrar um monte de coisas&lt;br /&gt;E você, certamente, me ensinará outras várias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês, vou poder me afogar em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que você gosta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, quando brigarmos, poderemos nos abraçar quando as coisas se resolverem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque isso... com certeza... é a pior privação desta distância...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou te esperando... E mais um monte de gente tb!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;LoveU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116782429256937347?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116782429256937347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116782429256937347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116782429256937347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116782429256937347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/em-um-ms-usarei-seu-perfume-preferido.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116773500167616289</id><published>2007-01-02T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T02:50:01.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again...</title><content type='html'>Pela primeira vez, eu olhei pra trás&lt;br /&gt;E, pela primeira vez, eu realmente não senti o mínimo de participação no todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez, chorei&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não de saudade&lt;br /&gt;E sim por sentir que algo se foi pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo pede alma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116773500167616289?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116773500167616289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116773500167616289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116773500167616289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116773500167616289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116671872319799162</id><published>2006-12-21T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:58:25.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006.......</title><content type='html'>Em 2006, eu decidi fazer algumas mudanças&lt;br /&gt;Em 2006, eu decidi assumir alguns riscos&lt;br /&gt;Em 2006, eu decidi testar&lt;br /&gt;E provar algumas coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2006, estabeleci metas&lt;br /&gt;E cumpri com todas elas.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei tão animada com isso e com todas as coisas boas que acontecem quando você se permite, que já estabeleci algumas metas para os próximos 10 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2006, eu quis um pouco de emoção e, na verdade, não estava tão preparada para todas que tive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2006, me machucaram.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, machuquei muito também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste ano, as amizades importantes evoluíram muito.&lt;br /&gt;E as de menor relevância estão por aí em algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas afundarão no poço escuro do esquecimento, outras pretendo cultivar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2006, aprendi que poucas pessoas mudam ou evoluem.&lt;br /&gt;A maioria delas apenas fala que mudou ou evoluiu para enganar todo mundo, inclusive a si, e conseguir suportar a própria existência insignificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2006, aprendi a teoria das mentiras brancas, negras e cinzas&lt;br /&gt;E também, a teoria da motivação intrínseca e extrínsica&lt;br /&gt;E mais a teoria da &lt;em&gt;pirâmide de maslow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Na verdade, pratiquei todas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2006, aprendi que consigo coisas maiores e melhores do que sequer imaginei que conseguiria nesta encarnação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependo de absolutamente nada&lt;br /&gt;E acho até... que faria algumas coisas diferentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2006, aprendi a pessoa que quero ser&lt;br /&gt;E a pessoa que não quero ser.... com conhecimento de causa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, este ano acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estou preparada, pronta para o próximo?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, estou ansiosa.&lt;br /&gt;E de peito aberto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o último post do "Ano da Mari"&lt;br /&gt;Boas festas a TODOS que cruzaram meu caminho este ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo valeu a pena...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116671872319799162?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116671872319799162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116671872319799162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116671872319799162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116671872319799162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006.html' title='2006.......'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116662459997252740</id><published>2006-12-20T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T06:24:35.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ninguém sabe que eu não gosto de Panettone&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe qual meu lado preferido no sofá&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe quantas colheres de açúcar eu gosto no café&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe qual minha música preferida da Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe se prefiro Von Trier ou Woody Allen&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe qual minha cor preferida de lingerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém sabe qual é a coisa que mais gosto no mundo depois de cinema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E alguém sabe qual é o apelido carinhoso que minha mãe me chama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu quadro preferido muita gente sabe (eu acho...)&lt;br /&gt;Mas, alguém sabe qual meu "movimento" preferido nas artes plásticas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu livro preferido talvez seja de conhecimento de muita gente&lt;br /&gt;Mas, e o livro que mais detesto? Alguém sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a música que mais ouço neste momento?&lt;br /&gt;Não a banda, cantor ou cantora... A música!&lt;br /&gt;Alguém sabe qual é? E por que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém pode identificar &lt;em&gt;what's the point&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116662459997252740?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116662459997252740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116662459997252740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116662459997252740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116662459997252740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/ningum-sabe-que-eu-no-gosto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116652519074184877</id><published>2006-12-19T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:46:30.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enfim boas notícias&lt;br /&gt;De lá e de cá&lt;br /&gt;Alguns com esperança renovada, melhorando&lt;br /&gt;Outros se profissionalizando definitivamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além disso...&lt;br /&gt;O ano da Mari está acabando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que enfim&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sabia que seria tenso&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não imaginei o quanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é sempre a primeira a saber&lt;br /&gt;E sabemos a importância disso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei porque algumas coisas acontecem&lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu sinto porque outras permanecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU sinto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116652519074184877?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116652519074184877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116652519074184877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116652519074184877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116652519074184877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/enfim-boas-notcias-de-l-e-de-c-alguns.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116643993067575777</id><published>2006-12-18T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T03:05:30.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Day</title><content type='html'>Meus dedos estão pretos&lt;br /&gt;E minha roupa é preta&lt;br /&gt;Assim como meu olhar é preto&lt;br /&gt;E meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas são difíceis de sentir&lt;br /&gt;E outras mais difíceis de entender.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas, mesmo ditas bem baixo,&lt;br /&gt;Podem gritar se você não tomar cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma alegria quase egoísta&lt;br /&gt;Sorri quando percebe o que está acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só estou começando aqui&lt;br /&gt;E segurança é algo que não inspiro constantemente&lt;br /&gt;E, na verdade, acho que não quero inspirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, estes olhos são meus&lt;br /&gt;... E estes braços.&lt;br /&gt;E esta paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got a picture of a glorious day&lt;br /&gt;A sunny afternoon, somewhere with a view&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what its all about&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get a car and just drive away&lt;br /&gt;Lookin at the view and listenin to tunes&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what we talk about&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm with you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116643993067575777?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116643993067575777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116643993067575777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116643993067575777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116643993067575777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/glorious-day.html' title='Glorious Day'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116620937779499774</id><published>2006-12-15T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:02:58.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pra variar, amor"</title><content type='html'>Às vezes, depende da gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco tempo&lt;br /&gt;Muito trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Muito prazer&lt;br /&gt;Muita risada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ano impagável&lt;br /&gt;Determinante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém, enfim, se casa&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy for you&lt;br /&gt;Believe me!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final das contas&lt;br /&gt;Todas as músicas significam algo&lt;br /&gt;E todas as pessoas significam muito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O final de ano está PUNK&lt;br /&gt;Quase... TRASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, fazendo um balanço geral foi impagável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... um dia a gente cresce&lt;br /&gt;Estou quase lá... quase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 30, penso nisso&lt;br /&gt;Aos 40, já terei terminado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até lá... vou levando assim&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente assim&lt;br /&gt;Porque está bom&lt;br /&gt;E divertido&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos muito pesares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fim do túnel continua negro&lt;br /&gt;E eu já abri a porta do porão&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, estou no degrau -6&lt;br /&gt;De novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando usando a mola que está sempre lá&lt;br /&gt;E vejo certa claridade em alguns momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio disso tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que a claridade não é clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que este conceito de luz no fim do túnel&lt;br /&gt;É risível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quase todo o resto&lt;br /&gt;Como minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A comédia da vida privada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... preciso fazer um livrinho, tipo "Momentos de Sabedoria", só com as pérolas que me dirigem semanalmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas me marcaram no último período:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você é uma das pessoas mais tristes que eu conheço..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu olho pra você e você? Olha pra onde? Preste atenção, porque eu acho que não anda olhando pra frente!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para espantar a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Afogá-la, na verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para deixar pra lá a claridade cor de mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dançar!&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem dança seus males espanta&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu mudo o ditado&lt;br /&gt;Porque lugar comum é um saco&lt;br /&gt;Situações comuns são um saco&lt;br /&gt;E rotina é um saco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva a diversidade de situações&lt;br /&gt;E as variedades.... Todas elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou mesmo me transformando nisso que me disse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu sou Sophia e toda sua perversão?&lt;br /&gt;Que seja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que eu seja também Sophia&lt;br /&gt;E toda sua paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom final de semana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116620937779499774?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116620937779499774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116620937779499774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116620937779499774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116620937779499774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/pra-variar-amor.html' title='&quot;Pra variar, amor&quot;'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116609731064183165</id><published>2006-12-14T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T03:57:21.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De quantos "turning points" é feita uma vida?&lt;br /&gt;E por que tantos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre aquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Aquela música ou aquela pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que mostra que dali pra frente&lt;br /&gt;Nada será como antes&lt;br /&gt;Porque você nunca mais será a mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria que algumas coisas durassem pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Mas, as pessoas sempre vão embora&lt;br /&gt;E elas tem que ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu preciso ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu fim é dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Trancada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei um cd perdido&lt;br /&gt;Com músicas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Num tempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;E trompetes gritando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro trompetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo querendo vozes&lt;br /&gt;E não textos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116609731064183165?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116609731064183165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116609731064183165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116609731064183165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116609731064183165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/de-quantos-turning-points-feita-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116601044172008866</id><published>2006-12-13T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:47:21.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu aprendi a medida&lt;br /&gt;E agora já consigo preparar o meu café&lt;br /&gt;Aquele bom. Forte.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu enjoei de tudo o que é fraco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, amiga... eu também não sei mais sentir serenamente&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de gostar desta palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero o extremo. Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente o meu extremo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos de Pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não sou nada. Nunca serei nada. Não posso querer ser nada. À parte disso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou Gavin DeGraw... mais pop, talvez.&lt;br /&gt;À lá Payton Sawyer... eu acho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna  be anything other&lt;br /&gt;Than what I've beentrying to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is think in me&lt;br /&gt;And I have peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be anything other than me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116601044172008866?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116601044172008866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116601044172008866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116601044172008866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116601044172008866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/eu-aprendi-medida-e-agora-j-consigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116592436419883893</id><published>2006-12-12T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T03:52:44.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too late</title><content type='html'>Cansada&lt;br /&gt;Coquetel até uma da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um drink por favor!&lt;br /&gt;Você pode dobrar a dose de vodka????&lt;br /&gt;Please???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu li "Você é tão grande e maravilhoso que não há como o universo não conspirar e ficar de joelhos diante de você".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero todo o universo&lt;br /&gt;E se EU for capaz de ficar joelhos... já está de bom tamanho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se me importo tanto assim comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, acho que não me dou a menor importância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, leio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Assim, em busca de sensações fortes, o indivíduo moderno emociona-se muito. Mas, será que sabe sentir? Cada vez mais agitado e cada vez menos sensível, por que terá ele abandonado as emoções serenas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim... acho que existe um porão lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, mais sete degraus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So why do you fill my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;With the words you've borrowed&lt;br /&gt;From the only place you've know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero textos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero vozes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116592436419883893?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116592436419883893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116592436419883893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116592436419883893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116592436419883893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-late.html' title='Too late'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116583586737224423</id><published>2006-12-11T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:17:52.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sonhei com você de novo&lt;br /&gt;Com os mesmos detalhes&lt;br /&gt;E os mesmos sinais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me lembro como se fosse ontem&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo tremendo envolto ao meu&lt;br /&gt;Suas mãos molhadas&lt;br /&gt;E frias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também sonhei com ele&lt;br /&gt;E o inevitável fim do túnel&lt;br /&gt;Muitas lágrimas ao redor&lt;br /&gt;Mas, acho que existe uma redenção na dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou preparada para ficar dez dias por perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou no meu buraco mais negro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não falemos nada&lt;br /&gt;Me leve pra qualquer lugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I am to you is not real&lt;br /&gt;What I am to you... you do not need&lt;br /&gt;What I am to you is not what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;You give me miles and miles of mountains&lt;br /&gt;And I'll ask for the sea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode aparecer?&lt;br /&gt;Assim sem dizer nada?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas olhar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Por algumas horas?&lt;br /&gt;Ou...&lt;br /&gt;Por algumas vidas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, o fundo do poço é escuro&lt;br /&gt;Mas, reluz&lt;br /&gt;E reflete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116583586737224423?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116583586737224423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116583586737224423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116583586737224423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116583586737224423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/sonhei-com-voc-de-novo-com-os-mesmos.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116557821495682104</id><published>2006-12-08T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T03:51:40.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/1600/991023/semaforo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2092/2340/400/463477/semaforo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando procurando pelo seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Clareou o dia você desapareceu&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada, no vento, qualquer outra rota estelar&lt;br /&gt;Na ilha deserta ou no inverno do norte europeu&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhando ruas, beijos ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Velejando bocas, loucas pra beijar&lt;br /&gt;Mar e o oceano, e a onda que veio e bateu&lt;br /&gt;Lembra a distância entre o seu mundo e o meu&lt;br /&gt;O aluguel venceu, meu time jogou...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aqui é seu&lt;br /&gt;E você não ligou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116557821495682104?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116557821495682104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116557821495682104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116557821495682104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116557821495682104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/breu.html' title='Breu'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116549048896985924</id><published>2006-12-07T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T03:34:24.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sick...</title><content type='html'>Hoje, me preparando para mais um dia super divertido, ouvi na TV "não deixe a raiva sufocar seu amor, porque um dia você desperta desta raiva e seu amor terá ido embora".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, no ônibus, li "Aborreci-me de minha sabedoria, como a abelha do mel que juntou em excesso; preciso de mãos que para mim se estendam".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, no café, fiquei com vontade de sentar e passar o dia ali, tentando decifrar todos aqueles olhares desconhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou com dores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E perturbada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente, alheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ilustrar, música... sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the spark that lies beneath the coals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the secret place inside your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep my life in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say goodnight, not goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you fear, when you dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waking up is never what it seem"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116549048896985924?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116549048896985924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116549048896985924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116549048896985924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116549048896985924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-sick.html' title='So sick...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116541110589732579</id><published>2006-12-06T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T05:21:26.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That I woud be good...</title><content type='html'>Algumas respostas&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum comentário&lt;br /&gt;Estranho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superexposição.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ainda há um pouco de seu gosto em minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há um pouco de você amarrada a minha dúvida&lt;br /&gt;Ainda é um pouco difícil de dizer o que está acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há um pouco de seu fantasma, sua fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há um pouco de seu rosto que eu não beijei&lt;br /&gt;Você se aproxima um pouco a cada dia...&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não consigo ver o que está acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedras me ensinaram a voar&lt;br /&gt;O amor me ensinou a mentir&lt;br /&gt;A vida me ensinou a morrer&lt;br /&gt;Assim, não é difícil cair&lt;br /&gt;Quando você flutua como uma bala de canhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há um pouco de sua canção em meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há um pouco de suas palavras que eu desejo ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Você se aproxima um pouco a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Tão próxima, que eu não consigo ver o que está acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedras me ensinaram a voar&lt;br /&gt;O amor me ensinou a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Então venha, coragem&lt;br /&gt;Ensine-me a ser tímido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não é difícil se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero assustá-la&lt;br /&gt;Não é difícil se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero perder&lt;br /&gt;Não é difícil crescer&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sabe que...&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente não sabe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Tradução de Cannonball (Damien Rice)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116541110589732579?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116541110589732579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116541110589732579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116541110589732579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116541110589732579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-i-woud-be-good.html' title='That I woud be good...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116525207809939042</id><published>2006-12-04T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:07:58.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu já percebi que muita gente não evolui e passa a vida toda dividindo as coisas em certo, errado, bom e ruim. Para mim, evolução é relativização. Porque tudo nesta vida, "depende".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser concordar, que concorde. Quem não concorda, tudo bem também, está no seu direito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o fato de não concordar, não dá o direito de achar que estou certa ou errada.&lt;br /&gt;Porque isso não existe.&lt;br /&gt;Isso "depende" do&lt;br /&gt;seu ponto de vista. Ou do meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois... existe algum livro que dite conduta?&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo como "os dez mandamentos do ser humano perfeito"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou existe a moral?&lt;br /&gt;E quem determinou a moral?&lt;br /&gt;Quem falou que tá certa ou errada?&lt;br /&gt;Onde tá escrito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já julguei muito.&lt;br /&gt;Muito mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E me arrependo.&lt;br /&gt;Profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, não me dou o trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Porque cansa&lt;br /&gt;Mas, principalmente, porque afasta as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando decido não mais julgar&lt;br /&gt;Viro o alvo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me importo?&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mentir, às vezes sim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a opinião de pessoas importantes pra mim&lt;br /&gt;São importantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, só de pessoas importantes pra mim, que fique claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, logo passa.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a premissa básica vem daquela música das Chicas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É muito importante que eu seja feliz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a minha felicidade passa como um rolo compressor na vida e nos princípios de alguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei você, alguém, mantenha distância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque cada um pode ter os princípios que quiser&lt;br /&gt;E os seus não são melhores que os meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem ser diferentes, podem ser mais "moralistas", podem ser mais politicamente corretos&lt;br /&gt;Mas não melhores ou piores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo, repetindo, depende!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... eu, por exemplo, já me acostumei em ser a insensível, pragmática e vilã.&lt;br /&gt;Com muita cabeça e pouco coração.&lt;br /&gt;Postura imperdoável para os "românticos" de plantão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, aí é que está.&lt;br /&gt;Até o conceito de romantismo é relativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acho que romantismo tenha a ver com a crença na eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Não acho que romantismo tenha a ver com meias palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acho que romantismo seja uma vida repleta de perfeição,&lt;br /&gt;Finais felizes com trilha sonora melosa ao fundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E olha que eu adoro música melosa.&lt;br /&gt;E tenho trilhas sonoras repletas delas&lt;br /&gt;Em cada um dos relacionamentos que tive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque isso faz parte, mas não é definidor de absolutamente nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, entendam...A minha visão de romantismo é essa&lt;br /&gt;Mas, pode ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Quem se importa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha visão de romantismo condiz com minha idéia de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que pode não ser a mesma que a maioria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, existe um romantismo "padrão" a ser seguido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou romântica.&lt;br /&gt;Quem já esteve comigo sabe disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, provavelmente, prefere esquecer para poder olhar o mundo de maneira maniqueísta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é mais fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, na minha opinião, covarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116525207809939042?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116525207809939042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116525207809939042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116525207809939042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116525207809939042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/eu-j-percebi-que-muita-gente-no-evolui.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116497049715985388</id><published>2006-12-01T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T02:54:57.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem. Episódio final.&lt;br /&gt;De novo.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas. De novo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, desta vez com a melhor amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que, depois de mta insistência, se apaixonou e descobriu que a turma de Capeside gera uma auto-reflexão que psicólogo nenhum é capaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou, definitivamente, Joey Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, assim... SEM SOMBRA DE DÚVIDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, Gabi... Nossa amizade? Eu e você?&lt;br /&gt;Jen e Jack! Com certeza, hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyyyyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque no farol, quando o casal de malabaristas passou por nós:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você: Hummm... que gatinho Mari....&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Que gatinho?????? Que gatinha, né???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o taxista do lado, perplexo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é feita disso.&lt;br /&gt;Destes momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E SIM.&lt;br /&gt;Eu decidi que você é uma de minhas almas gêmeas.&lt;br /&gt;E ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez me disseram uma frase que, de certa forma, me deixou bastante pensativa e irritada, já que não condizia com a realidade naquele momento, em que as coisas estavam bastante aquecidas. Um papo sobre quente/frio/morno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o que tenho a dizer é que, agora, estou começando a sentir náuseas... ânsias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corra lola corra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116497049715985388?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116497049715985388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116497049715985388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116497049715985388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116497049715985388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/12/ontem.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116489111844308610</id><published>2006-11-30T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T04:51:58.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irreversível</title><content type='html'>"Parole, Parole&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Promessas Ocas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"L'amour est un oiseau rebelle&lt;br /&gt; Que nul ne peut apprivoiser...&lt;br /&gt; Tu crois le tenir, it t'evite,&lt;br /&gt; Tu crois l'eviter, it te tient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- da ópera Carmem de Bizet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116489111844308610?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116489111844308610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116489111844308610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116489111844308610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116489111844308610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/11/irreversvel.html' title='Irreversível'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116462518057932301</id><published>2006-11-27T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T02:59:40.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breath&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero a Gabriela&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer o Pedro&lt;br /&gt;E serão duas madrinhas...&lt;br /&gt;Só pra manter a "tradição" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite tumultuada na sexta&lt;br /&gt;E uma só verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Você ouviu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final de semana chuvoso&lt;br /&gt;E, na trégua, Tia Maga e Gabi&lt;br /&gt;A Benedito em família me pareceu a melhor opção&lt;br /&gt;E foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma dúvida surgiu sobre máscaras&lt;br /&gt;Ela estava fingindo bem&lt;br /&gt;Porque as coisas não vão tão bem assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que isso dá margem para liberdades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem ou não tão bem assim&lt;br /&gt;Estamos juntas...&lt;br /&gt;Subindo... descendo...&lt;br /&gt;Crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Querendo&lt;br /&gt;Lutando&lt;br /&gt;Amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não sair correndo?&lt;br /&gt;Por que não desistir?&lt;br /&gt;Por que "insistir"?&lt;br /&gt;Por que permanecer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei o que significa&lt;br /&gt;Porque ela sabe o que significa&lt;br /&gt;Porque este amor vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque este amor vale a vida toda...&lt;br /&gt;O meu. E o dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116462518057932301?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116462518057932301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116462518057932301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116462518057932301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116462518057932301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wont-go-i-wont-sleep-i-cant-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116427989863192733</id><published>2006-11-23T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T03:04:58.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superexposição</title><content type='html'>Exponho todo o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E já não sei se é o certo a fazer&lt;br /&gt;Digo que não consigo mais lidar com a distância&lt;br /&gt;Mas, que espero... pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo&lt;br /&gt;Por nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso não é visto como algo bom ou positivo&lt;br /&gt;Parece estranho, deseseperador&lt;br /&gt;Desencorajador e desestimulante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero a presença&lt;br /&gt;Mais que nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E continuo esperando&lt;br /&gt;Como há muito.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quero&lt;br /&gt;Porque amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho, ouço a música que me lembra&lt;br /&gt;O tempo em que não era mais minha&lt;br /&gt;E sinto a mesma dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me dopar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dançar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é muito angustiante&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero fugir de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, a vida se apresenta&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou afim de também me mostrar a ela&lt;br /&gt;Como nunca antes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Chorar, esquecer talvez&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco&lt;br /&gt;A distância.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116427989863192733?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116427989863192733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116427989863192733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116427989863192733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116427989863192733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/11/superexposio.html' title='Superexposição'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116376107665464626</id><published>2006-11-17T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:57:56.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tem sempre um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;Livre no começo&lt;br /&gt;Preso no final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa na cama&lt;br /&gt;E outra a quem se pede para fechar a porta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos estranhos esta noite&lt;br /&gt;E na anterior também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... quero ir a algum lugar que toque Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Hoje&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116376107665464626?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116367681447081744</id><published>2006-11-16T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T03:33:34.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu ando atrás da dor&lt;br /&gt;Pq sou mais produtiva quando machuca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É alguma espécie de relação doentia com a vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de ficar alterada&lt;br /&gt;Com o tom da embriaguez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não sei se pq sou mais eu&lt;br /&gt;Ou menos eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... vejo as luzes&lt;br /&gt;Luzes de alerta&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que alertam&lt;br /&gt;Ou pra onde indicam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You want to follow me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;With whom I've crossed and I've quarreled&lt;br /&gt;Let's me down so&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand reasons that I know&lt;br /&gt;To share forever the unrest&lt;br /&gt;With all the demons I possess&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the silver moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were right&lt;br /&gt;But baby I was lonely&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fight&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing in the street&lt;br /&gt;Crying out for you&lt;br /&gt;No one sees me&lt;br /&gt;But the silver moon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of Being Sorry (trecho) - &lt;a href="http://www.ringsideband.com"&gt;Ringside&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116367681447081744?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116367681447081744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116367681447081744&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116367681447081744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116367681447081744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/11/eu-ando-atrs-da-dor-pq-sou-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116343179125492187</id><published>2006-11-13T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:29:51.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Melhor hoje que ontem&lt;br /&gt;E bem melhor que anteontem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringside e Stereophonics&lt;br /&gt;A combinação perfeita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... movin' on, como disse uma amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada que uma boa conversa não alivie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo... ele mostra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedo ou tarde a gente se dá conta das coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116343179125492187?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116343179125492187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116343179125492187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116343179125492187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116343179125492187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/11/melhor-hoje-que-ontem-e-bem-melhor-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116316775283736724</id><published>2006-11-10T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:09:12.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooossssffrrraaabbbaaa</title><content type='html'>Tudo que eu faço machuca&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu falo é errado&lt;br /&gt;Sou a mais insensível do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nada me atinge.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sou super resolvida&lt;br /&gt;E preparada.&lt;br /&gt;E forte, claro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe até&lt;br /&gt;Uma filha da puta incorrigível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quatro anos eu vivo pra isso&lt;br /&gt;Me preparo pra isso&lt;br /&gt;Financeiramente, emocionalmente&lt;br /&gt;Tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda esta espera e planejamento&lt;br /&gt;Parecem não significar nada mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, o que eu posso fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;Foda-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque estou brava hoje&lt;br /&gt;Porque estou cansada hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se já não dou certezas&lt;br /&gt;Se já não represento felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR FAVOR&lt;br /&gt;TODO MUNDO QUE SE APROXIMAR DE MIM&lt;br /&gt;A PARTIR DE AGORA&lt;br /&gt;PENSE QUINHENTAS VEZES ANTES&lt;br /&gt;QUINHENTAS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116308112254479175</id><published>2006-11-09T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T06:05:22.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live and love...</title><content type='html'>"Girls in tight dresses&lt;br /&gt;Who drag with moustaches&lt;br /&gt;Chicks driving fast&lt;br /&gt;Ingenues with long lashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women who long love lust&lt;br /&gt;Women who give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;It's the way that we live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking&lt;br /&gt;Laughing&lt;br /&gt;Loving&lt;br /&gt;Breathing&lt;br /&gt;Fighting&lt;br /&gt;Fucking&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;Drinking&lt;br /&gt;Writing&lt;br /&gt;Winning&lt;br /&gt;Losing&lt;br /&gt;Cheating&lt;br /&gt;Kissing&lt;br /&gt;Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;It's the way that we live...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116308112254479175?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116308112254479175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116308112254479175&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116308112254479175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116308112254479175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/11/live-and-love.html' title='Live and love...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116238571959765286</id><published>2006-11-01T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T05:10:53.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é mais fácil manipular ou ser manipulado?&lt;br /&gt;e o que é mais conveniente?&lt;br /&gt;por que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que leva uma pessoa a não se defender?&lt;br /&gt;o que leva uma pessoa a não permitirem que se dê mais crédito&lt;br /&gt;ao que ela pensa, quer e acha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que ela realmente pensa, quer e acha?&lt;br /&gt;ou eu é que penso, quero e acho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que leva uma pessoa a não saber das as respostas certas?&lt;br /&gt;e o que são respostas certas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... devo agradecer a deus por algumas coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada senhor...&lt;br /&gt;pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;pelo sexo&lt;br /&gt;pela vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelos amigos&lt;br /&gt;pela família&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelas idéias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por l word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116238571959765286?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116238571959765286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116238571959765286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116238571959765286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116238571959765286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/11/mais-fcil-manipular-ou-ser-manipulado.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116178097552745445</id><published>2006-10-25T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T05:56:15.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But we breath...</title><content type='html'>Meus pés estão doendo&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu esteja pisando forte demais&lt;br /&gt;Ou indo depressa demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo "maybe tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;E o cantarolar à lá Marisa no início&lt;br /&gt;Está diferente&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não identifiquei&lt;br /&gt;Se a sensação ao ouvir é dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, palmas para quem escreveu esta letra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been down and I'm wondering why&lt;br /&gt;These little black clouds keep walking around with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste time and I'd rather be high&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll walk me outside and buy a rainbow smile&lt;br /&gt;but be free, be all free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around at a beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;I been the upper side of down&lt;br /&gt;been the inside of out&lt;br /&gt;but we breathe, we breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna a breeze and an open mind&lt;br /&gt;I wanna swim in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;wanna take my time for me, all me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/stereophonics"&gt;Stereophonics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116178097552745445?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116178097552745445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116178097552745445&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116178097552745445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116178097552745445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/10/but-we-breath.html' title='But we breath...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116160819207190501</id><published>2006-10-23T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T06:24:53.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não é que somos uma pessoa só... como muita gente diz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que... simplesmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabemos onde uma começa e a outra termina.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso não é ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás... E é o que faz toda a diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116160819207190501?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116160819207190501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116160819207190501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116160819207190501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116160819207190501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-que-somos-uma-pessoa-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116130770287007149</id><published>2006-10-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:28:22.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De pingo para vida...</title><content type='html'>Algumas coisas acontecem em uma lógica estranha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando vendo Woody Allen demais&lt;br /&gt;Ou amadurecendo&lt;br /&gt;Mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É estranho.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que é novo explode.&lt;br /&gt;Sem controle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem mto tempo. Todos sabem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, isto é novo.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, tão próximo.&lt;br /&gt;E possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O medo é possível&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu entendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca senti isso antes.&lt;br /&gt;E me assusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116130770287007149?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116130770287007149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116130770287007149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116130770287007149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116130770287007149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/10/de-pingo-para-vida.html' title='De pingo para vida...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116074224028407898</id><published>2006-10-13T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T05:33:49.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Três e oito....</title><content type='html'>Lá pelos 2 ou 3 anos,&lt;br /&gt;descobri que quando se dá um passo maior que a perna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resultado é uma dolorida queda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 6, descobri que São Paulo não é&lt;br /&gt;o único lugar do mundo pra se divertir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até os 10, pude brincar de queimada na rua&lt;br /&gt;E também pegar goiaba no pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 11, descobri o beijo na boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, provavelmente aos 12 (ou 13) tive uma doença cardíaca&lt;br /&gt;E o nome dela era Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ele fez de bom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despertou certa habilidade em transformar tudo em texto&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 14, descobri que o melhor lugar, naquele momento,&lt;br /&gt;Era dentro de mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aos 15, descobri o significado de amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 17, voltei pra São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aos 18, turning-point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nova amiga pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor pra sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 19, descobri a beleza em deixar o corpo dizer o que sente&lt;br /&gt;E passei a acreditar na poesia dos movimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 21, tive minha melhor festa de aniversário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o melhor mês da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Aos 22...&lt;br /&gt;Sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como sei desde o dia 22 de dezembro de 2002...&lt;br /&gt;Que você é... tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo você...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116074224028407898?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116074224028407898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116074224028407898&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116074224028407898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116074224028407898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/10/trs-e-oito.html' title='Três e oito....'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-116057704574093643</id><published>2006-10-11T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:30:45.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Todo homem é uma ilha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, é também um náufrago".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já volto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até breve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-116057704574093643?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/116057704574093643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=116057704574093643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116057704574093643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/116057704574093643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/10/todo-homem-uma-ilha-mas-tambm-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115918783527460090</id><published>2006-09-25T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T05:39:05.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valeu a pena...</title><content type='html'>Será corrido? Sim!&lt;br /&gt;Gratificante pelo menos? Sim! Sim! Sim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei tudo. Chutei o balde.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumière, Meliès, Griffith, Wells,&lt;br /&gt;Eisenstein, Chaplin, Spielberg, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a volta com eles.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a volta com o cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não pensei nisso antes?&lt;br /&gt;Droga! Hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em função de toda esta mudança&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo para avisar que retorno para este espaço apenas na semana do natal.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer urgência, pedido de socorro ou ombro amigo, vocês sabem meus contatos.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz, de qualquer forma.&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente hoje. Com uma encomenda que recebi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei, vamos casar logo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recados:&lt;br /&gt;- Xu: Bom te ver, porra!!! Não some, caralho! Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;- Carol: Saudade!&lt;br /&gt;- Tally: To chegando! To chegando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Mo..... estou te esperando para sentarmos e fazermos a mono juntas, hehehehehe. Eu te ajudo e vc me ajuda. Que tal?! Repito... vamos casar logo? Amo-te!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjus a todos. Boa vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115918783527460090?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115918783527460090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115918783527460090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115918783527460090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115918783527460090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/09/valeu-pena.html' title='Valeu a pena...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115872128476231107</id><published>2006-09-19T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:01:24.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ei você... que me quer "pra semprão", hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez, enviei "You've got the way", da Shania...&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo... mas diz mta coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, tem uma outra... dela tb... pra vc... pra nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In your arms I can still feel the way you&lt;br /&gt;want me when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear the words you whispered&lt;br /&gt;when you told me&lt;br /&gt;I can stay right here forever in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;I'm lettin' you go now&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't not how&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm keeping you&lt;br /&gt;forever and for always&lt;br /&gt;We will be together all of our day&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wake up every&lt;br /&gt;morning to your sweet face always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, baby&lt;br /&gt;In your heart I can still heara beat for every time you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;And when we're apart,&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you miss me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your love for me in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;I'm lettin' you go now&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't now way&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't no how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see that day...&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna wake up every morning)&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes (I can still seethe look of the one)&lt;br /&gt;I can still seethe look of the one who really loves me&lt;br /&gt;(I can still feel the way that you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who wouldn't put anything&lt;br /&gt;else in the world above me (I can still see love for me)&lt;br /&gt;I can still see love for me in your eyes(I still see the love)&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;I'm lettin' you go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't no howI&lt;br /&gt;'ll never see that day...&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping you forever and for always&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Forever and for aways (Twain/Mutt Lange)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115872128476231107?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115872128476231107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115872128476231107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115872128476231107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115872128476231107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/09/ei-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115823562972025569</id><published>2006-09-14T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:10:22.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acordei sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;E ouvi assim que liguei o aparelho:&lt;br /&gt;"Me sinto à vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Que vontade de te ver"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A pesar de algunos cuentos&lt;br /&gt;y la lluvia en el camino&lt;br /&gt;a tu lado se que esta el destino&lt;br /&gt;A pesar del viento fuerte&lt;br /&gt;a pesar de los naufragios&lt;br /&gt;a tu lado se que estoy a salvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu me vuelves invencible&lt;br /&gt;no conozco lo imposible&lt;br /&gt;si volteo y te encuentro aquí&lt;br /&gt;(dejame vivir cerca de ti...siempre a tu lado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la orilla de algún besoa&lt;br /&gt;la orilla de tus manos&lt;br /&gt;déjame vivir siempre a tu lado (siempre a tu lado..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la orilla de un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;a la orilla de tu abrazo&lt;br /&gt;déjame vivir siempre a tu lado, siempre a tu lado (siempre a tu lado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;que golpea nuestra barca&lt;br /&gt;a tu lado siempre estoy en calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pesar de lo difícil&lt;br /&gt;a pesar de los tropiezos&lt;br /&gt;a tu lado nada me da miedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu me vuelves invencible&lt;br /&gt;no conozco lo imposible&lt;br /&gt;si volteo y te encuentro aquí&lt;br /&gt;(dejame vivir cerca de ti...siempre a tu lado)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115823562972025569?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115823562972025569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115823562972025569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115823562972025569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115823562972025569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/09/acordei-sorrindo-e-ouvi-assim-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115815414200367020</id><published>2006-09-13T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T06:29:02.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comemorando... :-)</title><content type='html'>O senso comum classifica o número 13 como algo sombrio e temeroso&lt;br /&gt;Dias "13" carregam uma carga quase que nebulosa&lt;br /&gt;Mas, existe uma força cósmica que sempre muda paradigmas na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esta força te trouxe de volta pra mim neste dia, há um mês.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o dia é nosso, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te respeito mais&lt;br /&gt;Te quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Te admiro mais&lt;br /&gt;Te amo mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais minha que nunca&lt;br /&gt;Mais sua que nunca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115815414200367020?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115815414200367020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115815414200367020&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115815414200367020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115815414200367020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/09/comemorando.html' title='Comemorando... :-)'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115809332413670174</id><published>2006-09-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:35:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que me falta??? :-)</title><content type='html'>Sem tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhando muito.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas coisas novas.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria mais tempo para nossas conversas madrugada a dentro&lt;br /&gt;E todos os planos que temos feito.&lt;br /&gt;A gente "se espera".&lt;br /&gt;A gente se ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recados pelo final de semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally: Fazia tempo que não tínhamos "espaço" para falar sobre as coisas que falamos desta vez. Contar as novidades falando a mesma língua, sem segurar coisas aqui ou ali, sem poupar aquele diálogo altamente desenvolvido e interiorizado. "Esta menina é sagitariana também?", alguém perguntou. E sorri quando você se lembrou que além de leonina, meu ascendente é sagitário. Detalhes... detalhes. Devo me sentir culpada por não saber qual seu ascendente? Hehehehehehe. O tempo foi curto e corrido, como sempre. Mas, cada minuto é deveras importante e fico feliz que, sob a ótica da amizade, vejo as mesmas coisas de sempre em seus olhos. Feliz por você, amiga. E feliz pela amizade eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamis e Tia Maga: Quanta conversa boa. Vocês estão sempre ao redor, inacreditável.... Família! Família! Família! Base. Equilíbrio. Controle. Leveza. Certeza. Agora entendo aquilo que me falaram pra explicar o inexplicável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha linda. Amor da minha vida: "A tua "presença"... entra pelos sete buracos da minha cabeça... a sua presença... desintegra e atualiza a minha presença..."; sempre bom conversar com você. Seu sorriso ilumina tudo. Como pode? Hehehehehehe. SAUDADE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115809332413670174?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115809332413670174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115809332413670174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115809332413670174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115809332413670174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-que-me-falta.html' title='O que me falta??? :-)'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115759286037026595</id><published>2006-09-06T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:34:20.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida louca.... vida... :-)</title><content type='html'>Feliz! Feliz! Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é a primeira vez que fico feliz em ter que trabalhar na sexta-feira após o feriado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o cinema sempre em pauta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, a união do jornalismo com o cinema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mta calma. Estou no caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vou eu!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjus a todos.&lt;br /&gt;Bom feriado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tempos corridos. O blog será atualizado com menor freqüência agora... mil desculpas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115759286037026595?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115759286037026595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115759286037026595&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115759286037026595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115759286037026595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/09/vida-louca-vida.html' title='Vida louca.... vida... :-)'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115703441037469637</id><published>2006-08-31T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:26:50.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o nosso próximo cd...</title><content type='html'>Estou sem tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Então... como sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Compilo a criatividade alheia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não sabia explicar nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ela mais eu&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu e ela&lt;br /&gt;Não conhecia poemas&lt;br /&gt;Nem muitas palavras belas&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela foi me levando pela mão&lt;br /&gt;Íamos todos os dois&lt;br /&gt;Assim ao léo&lt;br /&gt;Ríamos, choravamos sem razão&lt;br /&gt;Hoje lembrando-me dela&lt;br /&gt;Me vendo nos olhos dela&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o que tinha de ser se deu&lt;br /&gt;Porque era ela&lt;br /&gt;Porque era eu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/chico-buarque/porque-era-ela-porque-era-eu.html"&gt;- Porque era ela, porque era eu (Chico Buarque)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115703441037469637?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115703441037469637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115703441037469637&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115703441037469637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115703441037469637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/para-o-nosso-prximo-cd.html' title='Para o nosso próximo cd...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115677660118156592</id><published>2006-08-28T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T07:50:03.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jornal, cinema, aspirinas, urubus...</title><content type='html'>Tudo novo no meu TCC, inclusive o objeto de estudo.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, decidimos isso agora, prestes a desistir por falta de entrevistas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, mudanças providenciais sempre abrem novos horizontes&lt;br /&gt;E dão oportunidades para que o melhor, que sempre está por vir, realmente venha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dez horas da manhã, eu e Gabi, companheira de todas as horas, perdidas no miolo da Brasilândia, o segundo bairro mais violento da capital, de acordo com a Prefeitura de SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um monumento à má distribuição de renda, ao descaso político e um monte de outras coisas... nem vem ao caso, agora, discutir este assunto. Pq seria outro TCC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pergunta aqui, outra ali, sempre se chega onde quer.&lt;br /&gt;"Isto eu nem queria contar, mas vocês ficam me puxando as histórias". :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um outro mundo, outra realidade. Tantos problemas, mas tantos sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;Alegria de viver, a despeito de todo o resto.&lt;br /&gt;Isso sim é gostar da vida e se sentir privilegiado por tê-la...&lt;br /&gt;Interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas com o mesmo nome, em casas diferentes, mas com o mesmo número, na mesma rua.&lt;br /&gt;"Viela 2, nº 7".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aflição e tensão das aspirantes a "documentaristas".&lt;br /&gt;Medo.&lt;br /&gt;Pré-julgamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até o sinal da cruz antes de sair do carro ou subir em uma viela daquelas q vc só viu em "Cidade de Deus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se aprende.&lt;br /&gt;E, não tem como, td se compara.&lt;br /&gt;Recebi nada além de receptividade, sorrisos, bom tratamento e convites para ir a um terreiro no próximo sábado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou até ansiosa.&lt;br /&gt;E, de certa forma, feliz com o resgate de uma certa alma investigativa que tinha se perdido por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, mais feliz ainda, pq pensei em imagens o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;Td é mais vivo com imagens.&lt;br /&gt;E percebi que é possível o casamento de todos os interesses que temos nesta vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, pra fechar o final de semana com todas as portas abertas, palmas para a possibilidade de ter o meu nome, pela primeira vez, nos créditos de um documentário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, as coisas acontecem quando tem que acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;E as pessoas certas estão sempre por perto ou diretamente envolvidas no todo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115677660118156592?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115677660118156592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115677660118156592&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115677660118156592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115677660118156592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/jornal-cinema-aspirinas-urubus.html' title='Jornal, cinema, aspirinas, urubus...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115643690219979460</id><published>2006-08-24T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:00:25.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Muitas pessoas me perguntam o por quê de um recomeço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;São muitas as razões, claro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E seria impossível descrever todas, já que grande parte das respostas não são decifráveis pelo raciocínio lógico do cérebro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas, acho que posso citar algumas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque ela sabe concordar ou discordar, sem desrespeitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque ela entende o direito que tenho de ter minha opinião&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E porque ela tem o direito que lhe dei de opinar em minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque, ao contrário do que algumas pessoas pensam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela não fala apenas o que gosto ou quero ouvir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas, ela sabe falar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fala com jeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque a vida é jeito, já me disseram em outras ocasiões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque a questão não é apenas o cuidado em segurar a mão dela pra atravessar a rua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas, também ter aprendido que, quando esperamos para atravessar a rua em uma esquina, é prudente ficar ao lado do poste, do lado oposto à esquina propriamente dita, porque se um louco vier correndo com o carro na curva, provavelmente vai dar de cara no poste, que me protegerá da pancada direta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aliás, já passei pra mta gente esta "informação", hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque eu sempre gostei de coxinha de frango com catupiry, mas qdo vi que ela tb adora, passei a gostar mais ainda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tá vendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu disse que não tem como explicar algumas coisas sob a ótica da razão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque o sabor de cereal de crunch com iogurte de morango, tem o doce sabor da sua boca em manhãs em que o tempo não é tão corrido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque eu já fui médica (e isso... só ela sabe do que, exatamente, eu estou falando).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque ela deixou o moletom cinza, que eu durmo até hoje, com uma maciez, que só pode ser da pele dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque temos nomes para todos os nossos beijos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E, repetindo um texto antigo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque ela adora meus amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque meus amigos a adoram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque ela adora minha família&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E porque minha família a adora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque a paz por completo e o sorriso no rosto de todos com quem convivo, por opção ou não, são fundamentais para minha alegria e satisfação enquanto pessoa que também quer fazer parte da vida de todos eles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque é importante amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Na mesma medida que se é amado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E porque o mais importate é a reciprocidade... de TUDO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115643690219979460?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115643690219979460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115643690219979460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115643690219979460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115643690219979460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/muitas-pessoas-me-perguntam-o-por-qu.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115627809748946199</id><published>2006-08-22T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:30:04.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá bom, tá bom.. casa grande, com varal para as fotos... :-)</title><content type='html'>Muito ocupada.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhando mais que devo&lt;br /&gt;E mais que posso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem tempo de pensar nas palavras certas&lt;br /&gt;Mas, "o que seria da humanidade sem a música", certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ouvindo mto uma agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem a "ausência", mas tá td mto corrido mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, esta é pra você.... hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Assim, bem piegas mesmo... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Case-se comigo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que amanheça&lt;br /&gt;Antes que não pareça tão bom pedido&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu padeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case comigo&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te mereço&lt;br /&gt;Que eu me pareço&lt;br /&gt;Com o seu estilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E existe um forte pressentimento dizendo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sem você é como você sem mim&lt;br /&gt;Antes que amanheça, que seja sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu acorde, seja um pouco mais assim&lt;br /&gt;Minha princesa, minha hóspede, minha mulher, minha esposa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/vanessa-da-mata/case-se-comigo.html"&gt;- Case-se comigo - com algumas adaptações (Vanessa da Mata e Liminha)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115627809748946199?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115627809748946199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115627809748946199&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115627809748946199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115627809748946199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/t-bom-t-bom-casa-grande-com-varal-para.html' title='Tá bom, tá bom.. casa grande, com varal para as fotos... :-)'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115590706865843847</id><published>2006-08-18T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T06:17:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O sorriso faz toda a diferença...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/2340/1600/Montagem%20Re%20e%20Mari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/2340/400/Montagem%20Re%20e%20Mari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115590706865843847?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115590706865843847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115590706865843847&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115590706865843847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115590706865843847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-sorriso-faz-toda-diferena.html' title='O sorriso faz toda a diferença...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115573898284684299</id><published>2006-08-16T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:02:19.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinte e poucos anos...</title><content type='html'>Daqui uns anos, eu quero estar confortável&lt;br /&gt;Penso em uma casa clara e fresca&lt;br /&gt;Com uma cama branca e fofa&lt;br /&gt;Penso em um espelho enorme no banheiro&lt;br /&gt;E todas as nossas coisas misturadas no armário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o seu lado da cama.&lt;br /&gt;E o meu lado da cama.&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo sorrindo quando sentir meu perfume no ar&lt;br /&gt;Depois que eu sair correndo, sempre atrasada.&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo sorrindo quando lembrar de você falando&lt;br /&gt;que nunca viu a porta do meu guarda-roupa fechada&lt;br /&gt;e que eu sou desorganizada como sua irmã... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo os cafés da manhã&lt;br /&gt;E os cuidados na madrugada&lt;br /&gt;As festas com os amigos&lt;br /&gt;E o aprendizado mútuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o silêncio depois das brigas&lt;br /&gt;E o "Boa noite, mo"... aquele...&lt;br /&gt;Só nosso.&lt;br /&gt;Porque nossa história, nossas sensações... é tudo nosso.&lt;br /&gt;SÓ nosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo todo mundo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Minha família.&lt;br /&gt;Você.&lt;br /&gt;E eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo daqui uns anos. Crescida.&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo daqui uns anos. Crescida.&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo com você e toda a paz em seus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;E doçura em sua voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo a vida com você&lt;br /&gt;Vejo vida leve&lt;br /&gt;Vida beijos&lt;br /&gt;Vida sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Vida dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E dos planos.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sempre gostei deles.&lt;br /&gt;Com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que? Porque amor é respeito, carinho, calma, paz, sorriso, beijo, abraço, cuidado, bons desejos, boa vontade, paciência, tranqüilidade, certeza, segurança e Re. Amor é Re!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115573898284684299?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115573898284684299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115573898284684299&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115573898284684299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115573898284684299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/vinte-e-poucos-anos.html' title='Vinte e poucos anos...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115564923375910535</id><published>2006-08-15T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T06:42:54.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Re...</title><content type='html'>A mágica costuma surpreender os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão de ótica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu conheço uma mágica que revela os sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;É a mágica do teatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Teatro Mágico me acordou pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando eu ouvi&lt;br /&gt;"Só enquanto eu respirar, vou me lembrar de você"&lt;br /&gt;Não teve outra pessoa em que pensei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando ouvi&lt;br /&gt;"todo sopro que apaga uma chama, reacende o que for pra ficar"&lt;br /&gt;Não teve outra história que pairou em minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Porque nenhuma chama tocou tanto a alma&lt;br /&gt;Porque nenhum calor aqueceu tanto o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, quando eu ouvi&lt;br /&gt;"Me resolvi por subir na pedra mais alta&lt;br /&gt;Pra te enxergar sorrindo da pedra mais alta&lt;br /&gt;Contemplar teu ar, teu movimento, teu canto&lt;br /&gt;Olhos feito pérola, cabelo feito manto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lembrei do seu carinho com um sorriso doce no rosto&lt;br /&gt;E minha alma se iluminou&lt;br /&gt;Como um nascer do sol em praia deserta...&lt;br /&gt;Calmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, para completar.... foi a mágica do teatro que me disse:&lt;br /&gt;"Quero você inteira e minha metade de volta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Serás vida... bem vinda&lt;br /&gt;Serás viva... bem viva&lt;br /&gt;Em mim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEOQAV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115564923375910535?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115564923375910535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115564923375910535&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115564923375910535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115564923375910535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/para-re.html' title='Para Re...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115550311271720910</id><published>2006-08-13T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:05:12.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mágica do teatro</title><content type='html'>"O dia mente a cor da noite&lt;br /&gt;E o diamante a cor dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos mentem dia e noite a dor da gente"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver você do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;Aqui do outro eu consigo me orientar&lt;br /&gt;A cena repete a cena se inverte&lt;br /&gt;enchendo a minha alma d'aquilo que outrora eu deixei de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tua palavra, tua história&lt;br /&gt;tua verdade fazendo escola&lt;br /&gt;e tua ausência fazendo silêncio em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metade de mim&lt;br /&gt;agora é assim&lt;br /&gt;de um lado a poesia, o verbo, a saudade&lt;br /&gt;do outro a luta, a força e a coragem pra chegar no fim&lt;br /&gt;e o fim é belo incerto...&lt;br /&gt;depende de como você vê o novo, o credo,&lt;br /&gt;a fé que você deposita em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me lembrar de você"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O anjo mais velho (Fernando Anitelli)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115550311271720910?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115550311271720910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115550311271720910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115550311271720910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115550311271720910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/mgica-do-teatro.html' title='A mágica do teatro'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115530040473189239</id><published>2006-08-11T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T05:46:44.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem horas que a gente se pergunta...</title><content type='html'>O dia amanheceu especialmente iluminado&lt;br /&gt;Diria que o sol parecia até meio rosado&lt;br /&gt;São as cores... tudo diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leveza é tão grande que se o vento bater mais forte, levanto vôo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria mesmo sair voando porque sei que o perfume que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Guiará os caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sem horas e sem dores&lt;br /&gt;Respeitável público pagão&lt;br /&gt;a partir de sempre&lt;br /&gt;toda cura pertence a nós&lt;br /&gt;toda resposta e dúvida&lt;br /&gt;todo sujeito é livre para conjugar o verbo que quiser&lt;br /&gt;todo verbo é livre para ser direto ou indireto&lt;br /&gt;nenhum predicado será prejudicado&lt;br /&gt;nem tampouco a vírgula, nem a crase nem a frase e ponto final!&lt;br /&gt;afinal, a má gramática da vida nos põe entre pausas, entre vírgulas&lt;br /&gt;e estar entre vírgulas é aposto&lt;br /&gt;e eu aposto o oposto&lt;br /&gt;que vou cativar a todos sendo apenas um sujeito simples&lt;br /&gt;um sujeito e sua oração&lt;br /&gt;sua pressa e sua prece&lt;br /&gt;que a regência da paz sirva a todos nós...&lt;br /&gt;cegos ou não&lt;br /&gt;que enxerguemos o fato de termos acessórios para nossa oração&lt;br /&gt;separados ou adjuntos, nominais ou não&lt;br /&gt;façamos parte do contexto da crônica&lt;br /&gt;e de todas as capas de edição especial&lt;br /&gt;sejamos também o anúncio da contra-capa&lt;br /&gt;mas ser a capa e ser contra-capa é a beleza da contradição&lt;br /&gt;é negar a si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;e negar a si mesmo é muitas vezes, encontrar-se com Deus&lt;br /&gt;com o teu Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Sem horas e sem dores&lt;br /&gt;Que nesse encontro que acontece agora&lt;br /&gt;cada um possa se encontrar no outro&lt;br /&gt;até porque...&lt;br /&gt;tem horas que a gente se pergunta...&lt;br /&gt;por que é que não se junta tudo numa coisa só?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sintaxe à vontade (Fernando Anitelli) - &lt;a href="http://www.oteatromagico.mus.br"&gt;O Teatro Mágico&lt;/a&gt;, em Letras e Sons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115530040473189239?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115530040473189239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115530040473189239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115530040473189239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115530040473189239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/tem-horas-que-gente-se-pergunta.html' title='Tem horas que a gente se pergunta...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115514980296414712</id><published>2006-08-09T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:14:41.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explode Coração</title><content type='html'>Gosto destes olhos sobre o mundo&lt;br /&gt;E gosto do som que a noite proporciona aos meus ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chega de tentar dissimular&lt;br /&gt;E disfarcar e esconder&lt;br /&gt;O que nao dá mais pra ocultar&lt;br /&gt;E eu não posso mais calar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de temer, chorar, sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, se dar, e se perder, e se achar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo aquilo que é viver,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mais e me abrir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao dá mais pra segurar&lt;br /&gt;Explode coração"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Explode Coração/Gonzaguinha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115514980296414712?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115514980296414712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115514980296414712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115514980296414712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115514980296414712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/explode-corao.html' title='Explode Coração'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115469799294348119</id><published>2006-08-04T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T06:28:12.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Está cada vez mais díficil levantar da cama&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos não enxergam as coisas da mesma forma&lt;br /&gt;E eu mal vejo um passo adiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais eu chego perto do real&lt;br /&gt;Mais as coisas tendem a evaporar.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais verdadeira, mais distância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que espécie de amor é esse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre digo que gostaria de nascer no século XIX&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais leio nos textos daquela época&lt;br /&gt;São poesias e romances tétricos do amor perfeito e idealizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contemplação da dor é algo que me envolve&lt;br /&gt;Mas, a dor como maior porta para o auto-conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Não como desculpa ou eterna justificativa para passos em falso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything’s so blurry&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's so fake&lt;br /&gt;And everybody’s empty&lt;br /&gt;And everything is so messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one left that’s real"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/puddle-of-mudd/blurry.html"&gt;- Blurry (Puddle of Mudd)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115469799294348119?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115469799294348119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115469799294348119&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115469799294348119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115469799294348119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/est-cada-vez-mais-dficil-levantar-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115461002954717461</id><published>2006-08-03T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T06:00:29.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentativa frustrada...</title><content type='html'>Tenho poucas pernas para tantos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Poucos olhos para tanta beleza&lt;br /&gt;E poucas palavras para tantos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitas histórias para pouca vida&lt;br /&gt;Muita vontade para pouco tempo&lt;br /&gt;E muita saudade para pouco espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho poucos amigos para tanta alma&lt;br /&gt;E muita clareza para pouca idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, tenho certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Muita certeza.&lt;br /&gt;De tudo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115461002954717461?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115461002954717461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115461002954717461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115461002954717461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115461002954717461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/tentativa-frustrada.html' title='Tentativa frustrada...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115452261983714311</id><published>2006-08-02T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:06:39.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway to Hell</title><content type='html'>Não.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou tão diferente assim.&lt;br /&gt;E nem quero coisas tão diferentes assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, quero o que sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;Minhas razões são sempre as mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;E o que me motiva é o que sempre motivou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chave para abrir as portas está no mesmo chaveiro, desde que a conheço (a chave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é meu.&lt;br /&gt;E este sim é diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ir.&lt;br /&gt;E quero ir logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She dreams in color, she dreams in red..............Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know" - &lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/pearl-jam/better-man.html"&gt;Betterman/Pearl Jam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sonhar mais um sonho impossível&lt;br /&gt;Lutar quando é fácil ceder&lt;br /&gt;Vencer o inimigo invencível&lt;br /&gt;Negar quando a regra é vender&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer a tortura implacável&lt;br /&gt;Romper a incabível prisão&lt;br /&gt;Voar num limite provável&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o inacessível chão&lt;br /&gt;É minha lei, é minha questão&lt;br /&gt;Virar este mundo, cravar este chão&lt;br /&gt;Não me importa saber&lt;br /&gt;Se é terrível demais&lt;br /&gt;Quantas guerras terei que vencer&lt;br /&gt;Por um pouco de paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã este chão que eu deixei&lt;br /&gt;Por meu leito e perdão&lt;br /&gt;Por saber que valeu&lt;br /&gt;Delirar e morrer de paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, seja lá como for&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter fim a infinita aflição&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo vai ver uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Brotar do impossível chão"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maria-bethania.letras.terra.com.br/letras/47243/"&gt;- Sonho Impossível (Bethania)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115452261983714311?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115452261983714311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115452261983714311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115452261983714311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115452261983714311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/08/highway-to-hell.html' title='Highway to Hell'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115435544452667335</id><published>2006-07-31T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T07:28:03.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tenho uma amiga que sempre diz uma expressão em inglês.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou citar nomes ou a própria expressão pelas razões óbvias.&lt;br /&gt;Nem todo mundo entende as coisas que digo&lt;br /&gt;E é sempre um parto para explicar.&lt;br /&gt;Então, é melhor não falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me irrita muito quando ela fala, pq fala toda hora e de uma maneira extremamente "pedante".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, enfim... tem uma expressão que eu, até hoje, não encontrei tradução que expresse todo o seu sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso alguém encontre ou saiba, por favor, me conte.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tb não quero parecer pedante.&lt;br /&gt;A expressão é "over reaction".&lt;br /&gt;E aviso desde já..... isso me irrita profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;Não a utilização da expressão, mas quando uma pessoa se comporta desta forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dizer "eu te amo"&lt;br /&gt;Não são as palavras que eu quero ouvir de você.&lt;br /&gt;Não é que eu não queira que você diga,&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você apenas soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Como seria fácil me mostrar como você se sente...&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que palavras é tudo que você tem de fazer para tornar isso real.&lt;br /&gt;Então você não teria de dizer que me ama,&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu já saberia..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecho traduzido de &lt;a href="http://extreme.letras.terra.com.br/letras/3417/"&gt;"More than words"&lt;/a&gt; (Extreme)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115435544452667335?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115435544452667335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115435544452667335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115435544452667335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115435544452667335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/eu-tenho-uma-amiga-que-sempre-diz-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115400468727165418</id><published>2006-07-27T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T05:56:42.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... And I'm not sorry ...</title><content type='html'>Com um final de semana explêndido&lt;br /&gt;Eu já deveria esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando ontem,&lt;br /&gt;Um aniversário repleto de boas companhias durante todo o dia&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho uma coisa a dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ô semaninha mais ou menos...&lt;br /&gt;Posso desabafar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putaqueopariu!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabe logo!&lt;br /&gt;Acabe logo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, para refletir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I say something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I didn't know I couldn't talk about sex&lt;br /&gt;Did I stay too long?&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I didn't know I couldn't speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say something true?&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I didn't know you couldn't talk about sex&lt;br /&gt;Did I have a point of view?&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I didn't know I couldn't talk about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trecho de "Human Nature" (Madonna)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115400468727165418?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115400468727165418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115400468727165418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115400468727165418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115400468727165418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-im-not-sorry.html' title='... And I&apos;m not sorry ...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115393109730085414</id><published>2006-07-26T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:24:57.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se há dores, tudo fica mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Quando você começa o dia falando com um anjo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele disse "O aniversário é seu, mas o presente é para as pessoas que convivem com você"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele disse "Porque é assim que eu me sinto desde que você chegou na minha vida, presenteado".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é que é conhecer o que infla e alegra um coração tipicamente leonino... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém conhece melhor mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115393109730085414?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115393109730085414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115393109730085414&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115393109730085414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115393109730085414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/se-h-dores-tudo-fica-mais-fcil-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115383422116318946</id><published>2006-07-25T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T06:30:21.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Momentos que são meus e que não abro mão..."</title><content type='html'>Essa boneca tem manual.&lt;br /&gt;De difícil leitura e quase nula compreensão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem o que falar...&lt;br /&gt;Sono! Muito sono!&lt;br /&gt;Então, que falem por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não quero esse poder&lt;br /&gt;Toma ele pra você&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero cantar, gozar e gastar da vida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É mas tenho ainda muita coisa pra arrumar&lt;br /&gt;Promessas que me fiz e que ainda não cumpri&lt;br /&gt;Palavras me aguardam o tempo exato pra falar&lt;br /&gt;Coisas minhas, talvez você nem queira ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Já sei olhar o rio por onde a vida passa&lt;br /&gt;Sem me precipitar, e nem perder a hora&lt;br /&gt;Escuto no silêncio que há em mim e basta&lt;br /&gt;Outro tempo começou pra mim agora"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/vanessa-da-mata/eu-quero-enfeitar-voce.html"&gt;Vanessa da Mata&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ana-carolina/pra-rua-me-levar.html"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115383422116318946?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115383422116318946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115383422116318946&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115383422116318946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115383422116318946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/momentos-que-so-meus-e-que-no-abro-mo.html' title='&quot;Momentos que são meus e que não abro mão...&quot;'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115351067498824470</id><published>2006-07-21T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:37:55.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEOQAV</title><content type='html'>Nada que uma boa conversa não resolva.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas mudam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, só algumas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;E se quem eu convidei pra festa de domingo não aparecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o acerto de contas depois!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115351067498824470?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115351067498824470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115351067498824470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115351067498824470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115351067498824470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/neoqav.html' title='NEOQAV'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115341549545410027</id><published>2006-07-20T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:11:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bad day"</title><content type='html'>Hoje, me vesti de preto&lt;br /&gt;Porque não acordei em um bom dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aqueles dias que você sente que não será de sorrisos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles dias que é melhor nem olhar para os lados&lt;br /&gt;Para não estragar o dia de quem tem luz nos olhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser alguma espécie de depressão pré-aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém sabe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115341549545410027?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115341549545410027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115341549545410027&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115341549545410027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115341549545410027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/bad-day.html' title='&quot;Bad day&quot;'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115331422304040992</id><published>2006-07-19T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T06:05:06.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia....... você sabe.... um dia.....</title><content type='html'>Enquanto "Far Away" estoura meus tímpanos&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo textos pela metade&lt;br /&gt;Encontro senhas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Que remetem outros tempos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esclarecer as coisas não está sendo tão fácil e produtivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perguntaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você não precisa de um tempo? Porque antigamente, a gente reservava um tempo pra pensar quando as coisas acabavam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar que o tempo é curto&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;Sei como é e como será.&lt;br /&gt;A curto e longo prazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a razão de esperar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115331422304040992?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115331422304040992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115331422304040992&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115331422304040992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115331422304040992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/um-dia-voc-sabe-um-dia.html' title='Um dia....... você sabe.... um dia.....'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115325215026909363</id><published>2006-07-18T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:49:10.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai ai ai.... é cada coisa que me aparece....</title><content type='html'>1&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperte o foda-se, Mari!&lt;br /&gt;Aperte o foda-se!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada de tudo e todos que puderem ser acompanhados do termo "pseudo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN - SA - DA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, para lidar comigo, não sejam pseudo-qualquer coisa... especialmente, pseudo adulto mega blaster imunizado das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ô saco!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115325215026909363?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115325215026909363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115325215026909363&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115325215026909363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115325215026909363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/ai-ai-ai-cada-coisa-que-me-aparece.html' title='Ai ai ai.... é cada coisa que me aparece....'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115314142286115067</id><published>2006-07-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T06:03:42.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A vida está mudando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bem-vinda ao mundo dos adultos", me disse uma amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei.&lt;br /&gt;É o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;Com todas as coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;As ruins&lt;br /&gt;As bagunças&lt;br /&gt;As brigas&lt;br /&gt;As pazes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem a pressa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... traduzindo o que eu disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou livre para amar,&lt;br /&gt;Louco pra viver esse amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sou livre pra voar,&lt;br /&gt;Não me importa o céu azul, ou blue.&lt;br /&gt;Sou livre pra pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não devo nada a ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;E a liberdade, é tudo que sonhei,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou viver, eu juro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Livre pra viver (Pedro Mariano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: antes de pré julgamentos... lembre-se do que me disse sobre o amor ser liberdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115314142286115067?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115314142286115067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115314142286115067&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115314142286115067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115314142286115067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/vida-est-mudando.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115288237133655224</id><published>2006-07-14T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:05:06.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardest word...</title><content type='html'>Não cantei durante o banho pela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui pensar em nenhuma música.&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui pensar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misto de muitos sentimentos estranhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um certo medo de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Por saber desde sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As reações eram tão óbvias.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava certa desde o início.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu tenho aquela missão, amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que eu te disse estes dias.&lt;br /&gt;Eu abro os olhos das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preparo. Cuido e entendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre entendo.&lt;br /&gt;E me entrego.&lt;br /&gt;E me machuco.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu entendo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sou forte.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sou madura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foda-se tudo isso!&lt;br /&gt;Foda-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou triste.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou da, cada vez menor, turma que deixa doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu consigo pensar em uma música.&lt;br /&gt;Não levem ao pé da letra, mas faz tanto sentido... tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your heart is not open so I must go&lt;br /&gt;The spell has been broken? I loved you so&lt;br /&gt;Freedom comes when you learn to let go&lt;br /&gt;Creation comes when you learn to say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my lesson&lt;br /&gt;I had to learn&lt;br /&gt;I was your fortress you had to burn&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a warning that something’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God that it won’t be long&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna go higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left to try&lt;br /&gt;There’s no place left to hide&lt;br /&gt;There’s no greater power than the power of good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is not open so I must go&lt;br /&gt;The spell has been broken?&lt;br /&gt;I loved you so&lt;br /&gt;You were my lesson I had to learn&lt;br /&gt;I was your fortress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;There’s no more heart to bruise&lt;br /&gt;There’s no greater power than the power of good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Learn to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;I yearn to say good-bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Power of Good Bye / Madonna - &lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/madonna/the-power-of-good-bye-(traducao).html"&gt;clique aqui para tradução&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115288237133655224?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115288237133655224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115288237133655224&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115288237133655224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115288237133655224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/hardest-word.html' title='Hardest word...'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115279481147630226</id><published>2006-07-13T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:01:30.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Come as you are..."</title><content type='html'>Eu não tenho do que reclamar.&lt;br /&gt;Este meu jeito de ser atraiu muitas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;As melhores histórias. As mais bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;E intensas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um amor eterno dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Que a despeito de tudo, do antes, do agora e do depois&lt;br /&gt;É responsável por grande parte do que sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maktub".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um outro amor, meu amigo panda, que mesmo não vivido&lt;br /&gt;Se transformou numa amizade tranqüila&lt;br /&gt;Uma paz imensa.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pronta com as melhores palavras de carinho e colo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mais belo de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenho muitas páginas em branco pra escrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva a vida!&lt;br /&gt;Viva a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Visitem &lt;a href="http://marizinhaonline.spaces.msn.com"&gt;"Marizinha Online"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115279481147630226?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115279481147630226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115279481147630226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115279481147630226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115279481147630226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/come-as-you-are.html' title='&quot;Come as you are...&quot;'/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22927962.post-115270885213400170</id><published>2006-07-12T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T05:54:12.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Correndo.&lt;br /&gt;Dia acelerado.&lt;br /&gt;MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tum tum tum tum tum tum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, filme.&lt;br /&gt;Betty Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que a minha loucura seja perdoada porque metade de mim é amor e a outra também"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vídeos.&lt;br /&gt;"Sapato novo".&lt;br /&gt;Interpretação inocente e depois sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massa.&lt;br /&gt;Vinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversa.&lt;br /&gt;Planos.&lt;br /&gt;Pé no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar o tempo que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais vinho.&lt;br /&gt;Sono.&lt;br /&gt;Muito sono.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, vida!&lt;br /&gt;Força! Força! Força!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem uma missão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a alma não é pequena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22927962-115270885213400170?l=menorideia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/feeds/115270885213400170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22927962&amp;postID=115270885213400170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115270885213400170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22927962/posts/default/115270885213400170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menorideia.blogspot.com/2006/07/correndo.html' title=''/><author><name>Menor Idéia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14001787984614113727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/ppbuttercup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
