<?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-8630261420875507953</id><updated>2011-07-31T08:52:39.054+03:00</updated><category term='musica'/><category term='choice'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='Fyodor Bondarchuk'/><category term='movies'/><category term='rock&apos;n&apos;roll'/><category term='The Inhabited Island'/><category term='oração'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='momento'/><category term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category term='song'/><category term='woman'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Deus'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Avant Garden</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-7885416497527679233</id><published>2010-02-22T15:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:32:20.565+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho para um orgasmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Eu v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;í &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; você dançando na rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Depois de por do sol, debaixo da chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Não disse nada, so foi parar no teu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;O nosso amor nasceu calado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Você sorriu e eu olhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Você olhou e eu cantei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Você cantou e eu deitei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Você deitou e eu amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Foi a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;í &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; que eu percebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Que você me traz sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Você me faz forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Você é a minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Pequena morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Para anotar: em français &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;petit mort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;í &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ria para orgasmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-7885416497527679233?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/7885416497527679233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=7885416497527679233' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7885416497527679233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7885416497527679233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2010/02/caminho-para-um-orgasmo.html' title='Caminho para um orgasmo'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-5976796393377688090</id><published>2009-05-16T20:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:57:40.625+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><title type='text'>Se penso mais que um momento</title><content type='html'>Se penso mais que um momento&lt;br /&gt;Na vida que eis a passar,&lt;br /&gt;Sou para o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Um cadáver a esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro em breve (poucos anos&lt;br /&gt;É quanto vive quem vive),&lt;br /&gt;Eu, anseios e enganos,&lt;br /&gt;Eu, quanto tive ou não tive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei de ser visível&lt;br /&gt;Na terra onde dá o Sol,&lt;br /&gt;E, ou desfeito e insensível,&lt;br /&gt;Ou ébrio de outro arrebol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terei perdido, suponho,&lt;br /&gt;O contacto quente e humano&lt;br /&gt;Com a terra, com o sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Com mês a mês e ano a ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que o Sol doire a face&lt;br /&gt;Dos dias, o espaço mudo&lt;br /&gt;Lambra-nos que isso é disfarce&lt;br /&gt;E que é a noite que é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é mesmo, não consigo pensar mais do que um momento. Normalmente eu gosto da solidão, mas agora não aguento. Alguém pode desligar a minha cabeça por favor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-5976796393377688090?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/5976796393377688090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=5976796393377688090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/5976796393377688090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/5976796393377688090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-penso-mais-que-um-momento.html' title='Se penso mais que um momento'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-7759349034795317837</id><published>2009-05-08T20:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:16:27.952+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>How I chose my path</title><content type='html'>Mum, I don't want to be perfect, because they might elect me for a President and then somebody might want to assassinate me...&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to read newspapers; I'm perfectly capable of lying anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I don't want to prove anything, I already served the Beloved Fatherland, already everything is illuminated by my light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, poor thing, he died so soon, and, God forbid, me too, I am scared of slowly dying nailed to a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm gonna love the life I live, and live the life I choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm walking in the shadow of the blues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all due respect,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-7759349034795317837?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/7759349034795317837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=7759349034795317837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7759349034795317837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7759349034795317837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-i-chose-my-path.html' title='How I chose my path'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-9047478353864132411</id><published>2009-03-15T19:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:23:52.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MUST-DO things</title><content type='html'>People do things. A lot. And I don't mean things like eating, walking or smoking. What I mean are the &lt;em&gt;must-do&lt;/em&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word itself, &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt;, implies that there is no choice. A must is a must, as it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are two &lt;em&gt;must-do&lt;/em&gt; thing types:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) you &lt;em&gt;must-do&lt;/em&gt; certain things, because it's essential for your survival and well-being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) you &lt;em&gt;must-do&lt;/em&gt; things that people think (as in &lt;em&gt;imagine&lt;/em&gt;) are &lt;em&gt;must-do&lt;/em&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with the first group. The aforementioned sentence "A must is a must" applies to this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type to provoke my interest happens to be the second one. People fill their lives with these irksome things that they themselves have labelled as &lt;em&gt;must-dos&lt;/em&gt;. Leaving aside this fact itself, I wonder, why the exact choice of these &lt;em&gt;must-do&lt;/em&gt; things? Couldn't they have been something more pleasant? Here are a few examples to illustrate the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Must-do thing&lt;/strong&gt;: Wearing black to funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alternative&lt;/strong&gt;: Sing the deceased's favourite song while you are walking to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Must-do thing&lt;/strong&gt;: Pretend everything is OK when it's not.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Alternative&lt;/strong&gt;: Swear in Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Must-do thing&lt;/strong&gt;: Keep in touch with people you don't actually care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alternative&lt;/strong&gt;: Smile and look strangers in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Must-do thing&lt;/strong&gt;: Complain about the weather, whatever it may be. In fact, complain all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alternative&lt;/strong&gt;: Read and tell jokes. Reguarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how would most people (you included, probably) react to the proposed alternatives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you sing loudly, smile or in fact exhibit any sign of happiness in a public place, people will think you are a lunatic or a drunk. Probably both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My answer: Being unhappy is not a law of nature.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't speak Portuguese! Besides, swearing in Portuguese provokes no reaction, therefore robbing swearing of its original purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My answer: Well....learn Portuguese, then! It's still better than running to the bathroom everytime you want to cry&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As for looking at strangers, so much as sniffing the air in their direction is normally considered as an amourous advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My answer: Stop being paranoid, people. Have more sex.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We don't have time for such nonsense as jokes. If someone will see us laughing, they will think we are lunatics or drunks. Probably both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My answer: Show them the beauty of your middle finger. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that from this you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING IS A MUST-DOUNLESS YOU WANT IT TO BE SO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-9047478353864132411?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/9047478353864132411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=9047478353864132411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/9047478353864132411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/9047478353864132411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2009/03/must-do-things.html' title='MUST-DO things'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-4125034380017412544</id><published>2009-01-20T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:33:01.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaring love</title><content type='html'>E  Am   D   G5  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C   B7     E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Muse/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-4125034380017412544?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/4125034380017412544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=4125034380017412544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/4125034380017412544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/4125034380017412544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2009/01/declaring-love.html' title='Declaring love'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-8075419287108998490</id><published>2009-01-17T23:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:10:40.357+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>No canto por cantar, canto por no llorar /The power of the Song/</title><content type='html'>Cantar nao eh somente a expressao de alegria. Quando ha uma grande tristeza, ou um grande nada-a-perder dentro de mim, nao ha um remedio melhor do que cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your life seems darker than the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;When the plane of your life's quickly losing height&lt;br /&gt;Your wings are broken, gone's your sight&lt;br /&gt;Then in your song's your only might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if your heart is flying high&lt;br /&gt;You feel so strong, you'll never die&lt;br /&gt;Long live the Truth, you've killed the Lie&lt;br /&gt;You let your song reach up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To overcome the self-defeat&lt;br /&gt;To get up and stand on your feet&lt;br /&gt;To smile at everyone you meet&lt;br /&gt;Just sing as you walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to fear your dying day&lt;br /&gt;To invite the peace to come to stay&lt;br /&gt;Just hear the music that I play&lt;br /&gt;This song will take your fear away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing you have to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what will come and go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cry, you laugh, you let it flow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say it clearest with a song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-8075419287108998490?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/8075419287108998490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=8075419287108998490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/8075419287108998490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/8075419287108998490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-canto-por-cantar-canto-por-no-llorar.html' title='No canto por cantar, canto por no llorar /The power of the Song/'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-7937671844762015403</id><published>2009-01-11T22:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:13:19.997+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Acertou...</title><content type='html'>Como eh que o Pedro soube descrever exatamente o dia (e noite) mais perfeito da minha vida? Com todos os detalhes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma espécie de céu, um pedaço de mar&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão que doeu, um dia devagar&lt;br /&gt;Um Domingo perfeito, uma toalha no chão&lt;br /&gt;Um caminho cansado, um traço de avião&lt;br /&gt;Uma sombra sozinha, uma luz inquieta&lt;br /&gt;Um desvio na rua, uma voz de poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma garrafa vazia, Um cinzeiro apagado&lt;br /&gt;Um hotel na esquina, um sono acordado&lt;br /&gt;Um secreto adeus,um café a fechar&lt;br /&gt;Um aviso na porta, um bilhete no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma praça aberta, uma rua perdida&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite encantada para o resto da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pedes-me um momento, agarras as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escondes-te no tempo porque o tempo tem asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Levas a cidade, solta me o cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perdes-te comigo porque o mundo é o momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrada infinita, um anuncio discreto&lt;br /&gt;Uma curva fechada, um poema deserto&lt;br /&gt;Uma cidade distante, um vestido molhado&lt;br /&gt;Uma chuva divina, um desejo apertado&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite esquecida, uma praia qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Um suspiro escondido numa pele de mulher&lt;br /&gt;Um encontro em segredo, uma duna ancorada&lt;br /&gt;Dois corpos despidos abraçados no nada&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela cadente, um olhar que se afasta&lt;br /&gt;Um choro escondido quando um beijo não basta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Um semáforo aberto, um adeus para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Uma ferida que dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Não por fora, por dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O adeus doeu mesmo. E eu sei que foi para sempre. Mas do meu coracão tu não vais sair. Nem eu do seu, ja sei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x708pO6zBH4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x708pO6zBH4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-7937671844762015403?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/7937671844762015403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=7937671844762015403' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7937671844762015403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7937671844762015403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2009/01/acertou.html' title='Acertou...'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-2011265163854907868</id><published>2009-01-11T00:38:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:31:17.878+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fyodor Bondarchuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Inhabited Island'/><title type='text'>Обитаемый остров - The Inhabited Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SWkuZqamz9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/-TLOqwX7t38/s1600-h/as_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289810255740850130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SWkuZqamz9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/-TLOqwX7t38/s400/as_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SWkuZh9fcUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AgxIywT2JWA/s1600-h/as_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289810253471248706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SWkuZh9fcUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AgxIywT2JWA/s400/as_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SWkuZSLfPWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2cYuF03lyLU/s1600-h/as_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289810249234988386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SWkuZSLfPWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2cYuF03lyLU/s400/as_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A movie by Fyodor Bondarchuk, the son of the famous Russian film director Sergey Bondarchuk. Science fiction:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year 2157. Earth is a paradise: there are no wars, no terrorism, no illnesses. Everybody is beautiful, strong, kind and quite naive. A guy called Maxim crashes his spaceship and lands on a planed wich is inhabited by people as we are now - greedy, selfish, in love with war, full of hatred. (When I wrote "we", I didn't mean you or me, but the mankind in general.) The society is completely under control - there is a system of towers which emit such radiation that renders a person unable to think for himself, unable to analyse, makes a person believe in everything said on TV, written in newspapers etc. In short, the people of that planet are nothing more than instruments in the hands of the elite. The elite says: kill, they kill. The elite says: be elated, they are elated. Well, you get the idea. And this guy Maxim is absolutely shocked, so he makes it his mission to turn the system upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to see that movie with a certain scepticism, because I don't think much of contemporary Russian cinema. And sure enough, it was nowhere near the old russian movies. The actors were mediocre, all the shooting and fighting - a bit exaggerated. However, the film is based on a very good novel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I started thinking - the novel was written in Soviet times. There was a horrible censorship. Were the censors so stupid they didn't see that this novel was refering exactly to those times? That the situation the author described was exactly what was happening in the USSR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I will have to remain contemplating these questions on my own. Or, if you have an answer, pray tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, the situation in the world is still like that. The film exaggerates a lot, of course, but the basic idea - that of people being manipulated with - is still obviously and painfully true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not recommend this film to anyone. I recommend to think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-2011265163854907868?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/2011265163854907868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=2011265163854907868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/2011265163854907868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/2011265163854907868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2009/01/inhabited-island.html' title='Обитаемый остров - The Inhabited Island'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SWkuZqamz9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/-TLOqwX7t38/s72-c/as_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-5482064952506267795</id><published>2008-11-06T18:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:12:00.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviving lost memories</title><content type='html'>It's easy. Dress warmly, take a packet of cigarettes, buy a beer, go to the old cemetery nearby, sit down in a secluded spot, your back resting against a tree, listen to Grayson Capps and reread the poems you wrote a year and more ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-5482064952506267795?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/5482064952506267795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=5482064952506267795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/5482064952506267795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/5482064952506267795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/11/reviving-lost-memories.html' title='Reviving lost memories'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-6795588948535244396</id><published>2008-11-04T02:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:44:01.481+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A soldier of fortune</title><content type='html'>...is, as I believe you all know, a song by Deep Purple. The best about it is that it is in minor, but ends on a major chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music can teach us many lessons about life, can't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start recruiting an army of soldiers who always end their minor songs on a major chord and start a revolution. Rock is the Che Guevara of all music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-6795588948535244396?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/6795588948535244396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=6795588948535244396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/6795588948535244396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/6795588948535244396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/11/soldier-of-fortune.html' title='A soldier of fortune'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-2937934812985485848</id><published>2008-11-01T21:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:05:41.501+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock&apos;n&apos;roll'/><title type='text'>Being a rock'n'roll woman...</title><content type='html'>...is not easy, although it feels damn good. There are various things you need to confront in the prejudicial and snobbish society of the present day, which no longer values sincerity and personality, and tries to make people all "equal", as in "exactly alike". Individuality is regarded as "bizarre" and so on...Maybe not everywhere but here in Latvia certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not complaining, no. In certain ways it gives me a pleasure, both psychological and physical, to confront some of the most absurd society rules. It doesn't mean, of course, that I am a radical liberal, but I do agree wholeheartedly with their idea of individual freedom being the most important thing (up to the point where it collides with others' freedom, although sometimes it is hard to tell where is the thin line of that border).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is a rock'n'roll woman? This concept could be defined in various ways, and there have been more than a few animated discussions among internationally noted experts of what exactly the right definition might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than trying to come up with a definition of my own, I will simply use the most suitable definition for me, which is an adapted version of a certain song by Whitesnake (...the voice of David Coverdale is my marijuana...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a woman with the night in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I take all the small talk and laugh at the lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a high heeled double trouble backstage queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get what I want and know where I've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a woman who got no shame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because in the morning there'll be no one to blame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, being a rock'n'roll woman requires a great deal of self-confidence and insolence, to a certain extent. It takes some courage, for example, opposing the prejudice about men who can have as many women as they want and they're cool, but if a girl does the same, she's a bitch. Well, my opinion of what is a bitch is quite narrow - a bitch is someone who sells herself (either for money or for some drinks). Equally a bitch is a woman who cheats on her man. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point, as I have mentioned previously, is not to keep complaining about the difficulties, but rather point out the advantages. My personal view on the subject, let's put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st and the biggest advantage&lt;/u&gt;: you listen to the best music in the world. And I don't mean just rock. Generally the people who are into rock'n'roll appreciate good music regardless of the style, as opposed to the fans of just one particular style (which normaly can't be called music at all). Broader-minded people by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: You can go and sit and smoke in front of your house in the centre of the city wearing a dressing-gown and be absolutely oblivious to the odd looks people shoot at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: You become friends with a very vast variety of people with a common tendency of having long hair (there are notable exceptions, of course), excellent guitar skills and an astounding capacity to have deep discussions about religion, politics, culture, although music dominates the subject list. The sense of humor is equally outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: You can get the best guys/girls, and not worry that they will trouble you afterwards with sloppy phrases of the "I can't forget you, I want you back" series. Of course, being a rock'n'roll woman doesn't mean that you can't have a stable relationship if you desire it. The options are open, although before starting a relationship it is worth reconsidering whether you will really be able to stop all of your "spicy friendships" and one-nite-stands for the said lucky person. If not, then it's better not to start anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: Being free of prejudice of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th: Making love with the music of Steve Vai in the background. Max volume background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th: (This doesn't apply to all, but for me it does) You can unite loving God with smoking, drinking, sleeping around and listening to heavy metal. This, of course, if you believe God's real name is LOVE, and He doesn't care what you do as long as you don't hurt anyone (or Him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever...But seeing as it's getting late (well, at least it's dark outside) and I still have to finish comparing Obama's and McCain's foreign policy visions, I guess I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that I'm gonna smoke a cigarette (yes, in front of my door, wearing a dressing gown) and talk to my Best Friend Up There for a while: gotta thank Him for creating Rock'n'Roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on rockin' in the free world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-2937934812985485848?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/2937934812985485848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=2937934812985485848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/2937934812985485848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/2937934812985485848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-rocknroll-woman.html' title='Being a rock&apos;n&apos;roll woman...'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-1139418729745951115</id><published>2008-08-04T00:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:02:28.206+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hum hum, um tempinho sem postar nada...maior preguica. Mas esse aqui, so pra gente que mora/ja esteve em Letonia, nossa 2a patria amada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecimentos: A Internet Toda Poderosa&lt;br /&gt;Sr. Elisson Gomes de Oliveira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Verdade." href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Capa-da-veja.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Verdade." href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Capa-da-veja2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este artigo contém&lt;a title="Categoria:Artigos que contêm verdades" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Categoria:Artigos_que_cont%C3%AAm_verdades"&gt;verdades!&lt;/a&gt;(pelo menos foi o que a &lt;a title="Revista Veja" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Revista_Veja"&gt;Veja&lt;/a&gt; disse)Material verídico:Use com Moderação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Orloff.gif" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Orloff.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Rússia" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/R%C3%BAssia"&gt;РУССКИЙ&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Vodka" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Vodka"&gt;ВОДКА&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estin artigovski é russkiEle não gosta muito de búlgaros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Smirnoff.gif" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Smirnoff.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;●Latvija Republika&lt;br /&gt;●Latvijas caraliste&lt;br /&gt;●República Socialista da Estônia 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Lema" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Lema"&gt;Lema&lt;/a&gt;: Em Moscow confiamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Hino" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Hino"&gt;Hino&lt;/a&gt;: Salve salve o império Estoniano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Latvia.jpg" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Latvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Capital" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Capital"&gt;Capital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riga&lt;br /&gt;Maior Cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Moscow" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Moscow"&gt;Moscow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Língua" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/L%C3%ADngua"&gt;Língua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letoniano e Russo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tipo de Governo" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Tipo_de_Governo"&gt;Tipo de Governo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prussiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prefeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vīķe-Freiberga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Herói" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Her%C3%B3i"&gt;Heróis&lt;/a&gt; Nacionais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Karl Marx" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Karl_Marx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Karl Marx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Independência" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Independ%C3%AAncia"&gt;Independência&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subreino da &lt;a title="Estônia" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Est%C3%B4nia"&gt;Estônia&lt;/a&gt; até hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Moeda" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Moeda"&gt;Moeda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latvian dižkāposts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Religião" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Religi%C3%A3o"&gt;Religião&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaska ritulīši&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="População" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Popula%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;População&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.000.000 de exilados russos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Área" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/%C3%81rea"&gt;Área&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 hectares (35% de água)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Analfabetismo" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Analfabetismo"&gt;Analfabetismo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="PIB per Capita" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/PIB_per_Capita"&gt;PIB per Capita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 USD/hab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IDH" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/IDH"&gt;IDH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Fuso Horário" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Fuso_Hor%C3%A1rio"&gt;Fuso Horário&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Clima" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Clima"&gt;Clima&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frio no verão, insuportável no inverno&lt;br /&gt;Site do Governo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="external text" title="http://www.valitsus.ee/?lang=" href="http://www.valitsus.ee/?lang=en" rel="nofollow"&gt;Governo Letoniano&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="image" title="Cquote1.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quis dizer: Lituânia&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote2.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Google" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Google"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Google&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; sobre Letônia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote1.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Você quis dizer: Lietuva&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a class="image" title="Cquote2.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Google" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Google"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Google&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; sobre Latvija ( nem na lingua deles...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote1.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riga dim! Riga dim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote2.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exército ( ou coral ) Leto sobre sua turnê tediosa ao redor do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote1.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZzZzZzZzZzzzZzzZZzzZ &lt;a class="image" title="Cquote2.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;expectadores sobre sobre coral Leto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote1.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kautkastraks!( Putaqueopariu! ) &lt;a class="image" title="Cquote2.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cidadão Leto sobre o tamanho do maldito coral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que conhecemos os Letos, nossas vendas aumentaram 200%. &lt;a class="image" title="Cquote2.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabricantes de Tratores sobre Letos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote1.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As nossas também!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote2.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabricantes de Pianos sobre Letos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote1.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As nossas não!!! &lt;a class="image" title="Cquote2.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabricantes de guitarras e baterias sobre Letos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote1.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vão se hospedar é na casa do caralho! &lt;a class="image" title="Cquote2.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;comunidade Leta sobre integrantes do Coral em turnê no Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cquote1.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tu grib alus vai tu grib braucs maja gulet? Resna galva... ( Você quer cerveja ou quer ir pra casa dormir? Cabeça gorda... ) &lt;a class="image" title="Cquote2.png" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Imagem:Cquote2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letos alcoolatras Nova Odessenses sobre beber moderadamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letônia, conhecida também como Estônia 2 é um país perto daquele outro país no leste Europeu. Possui metade de seu territorio com densas florestas e a outra metade com pântanos. Seu territorio é do tamanho do estado de São Paulo, e sua população de 2.3 milhões que, somados ao fato de seus lavradores terem sido deportados de la na epoca da &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="URSS" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/URSS"&gt;URSS&lt;/a&gt; explica porque sentem tanto prazer em serem latifundiarios.&lt;br /&gt;Geografia&lt;br /&gt;Possui inúmeras 7 cidades, entre elas a capital Riga, onde os letos sao produzidos artificialmente em um laboratorio sovietico, onde saem com o penteado &lt;a title="Emo" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Emo"&gt;emo&lt;/a&gt; padrão. A população de origem letã representa pouco mais da metade dos habitantes do país e é a minoria em Riga, a capital. Outros grupos são os de origem Russa (28,8%), Bielo-russa, Ucraniana, Lituana e Polonesa, ou seja, não são bosta nenhuma nem no pais deles. O crescimento da população é o mais baixo do mundo ( -1,5% anual )pois os letos pararam de produzir letos para suprir a demanda de chineses em Vancouver no &lt;a title="Canadá" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Canad%C3%A1"&gt;Canadá&lt;/a&gt; em troca de alguns barris de chopp mensais. Sem contar que sua religião ( Nao a oficial, que é o satanismo ) mas a tradicional, n permite que se casem ( e façam sexo ) antes de se aposentarem, mas como no sitio nao tem aposentadoria, isso ocorre aproximadamente aos 60 anos de vida de um leto. Também praticam o incesto como forma de preservar o patrimônio familiar. A religião dos letos também prega que a Letônia é a "terra santa" (só sendo leto pra acreditar numa baboseira dessas...), por isso, os letos novaodessenses são obrigados a fazer a peregrinação à Letônia pelo menos 20 vezes na vida. Mas mesmo se não fosse obrigação, eles vão lá visitar os parentes e encher a cara. &lt;a name="For.C3.A7as_Armadas"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forças Armadas&lt;br /&gt;Possui um contingente de 800 homens ( e mais 200 viadinhos, 50 emos e 10 frutinhas ) no exército, alem de alguns ex-agentes da &lt;a title="KGB" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/KGB"&gt;KGB&lt;/a&gt; que ficam la pra ajudar a maioria da população ( de russos ) da Letônia. Mas sua linha de defesa consiste no massivo Coral de Riga, com seus incriveis 11.000 integrantes, que a qualquer momento podem botar a &lt;a title="Europa" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Europa"&gt;Europa&lt;/a&gt; toda pra dormir, com suas cantigas empolgantes... Estabeleceram uma base militar na area rural de &lt;a title="Nova Odessa" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Nova_Odessa"&gt;Nova Odessa&lt;/a&gt; ( 90% da cidade ) onde dispoem de 3 divisões de Tratores Blindados, 6 regimentos de Letos bêbados com enchadas,14 divisões de Infantaria de cortadores de cana, 2 divisões de Tratores com arado e embora os vereadores da cidade tenham comprado uma cadeira de 6mil U$ da NASA, esta por sua vez não forneceu imagens devido a posição estratégica da cidade ser invisivel aos satélites americanos, assim como o &lt;a title="Acre" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Acre"&gt;Acre&lt;/a&gt; e o &lt;a title="Canadá" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Canad%C3%A1"&gt;Canadá&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a name="Economia"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Economia&lt;br /&gt;Sua economia era baseada em trabalhar pros russos na época da &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="URSS" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/URSS"&gt;URSS&lt;/a&gt; mas com o desaparecimento da &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="URSS" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/URSS"&gt;URSS&lt;/a&gt; passaram a desperdiçar seu tempo compondo musicas de piano para os cultos aos domingos e vivem do turismo ( Dos imigrantes que vieram pro Brasil e voltam pra visitar os parentes ). Os que não ficaram foram para Nova Odessa no Brasil ou foram pra &lt;a title="Sibéria" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Sib%C3%A9ria"&gt;Sibéria&lt;/a&gt; continuar a trabalhar pros russos. Sua moeda é o Lat ( mas não morde hehe ) que equivale a R$10mil. Eles imigram da Letônia com 5 Lats no bolso e com isso compram um sítio em Nova Odessa, no interior de &lt;a title="São Paulo" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/S%C3%A3o_Paulo"&gt;São Paulo&lt;/a&gt;, pianos e fundam igrejas no meio do mato. &lt;a name="Cultura"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cultura&lt;br /&gt;São apreciadores de carros, especialmente os das marcas John Deere, Massey-Ferguson e Caterpillar. Quando não andam com esses motores medianos, se contentam com a baixa potencia de um Dodge 67 7.0 Também apreciam seus cantores nacionais, que por sua vez cantam em russo. Bebem socialmente, por isso sempre andam em grupos e são amigaveis. &lt;a name="Pol.C3.ADtica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Editar secção: Política" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/index.php?title=Let%C3%B4nia&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Política&lt;br /&gt;Sua presidente é Vaira Vīķe-Freiberga ( Vaca Viking-Fiadaprêula ), vem ao Brasil as vezes visitar seu primo gêmeo ( coisas do incesto ) &lt;a title="Walter Mercado" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Walter_Mercado"&gt;Walter Mercado&lt;/a&gt; que atualmente usa o pseudômino de &lt;a title="Marta Suplicy" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Marta_Suplicy"&gt;Marta Suplicy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a name="Sociedade"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociedade&lt;br /&gt;Possuem 100 mulheres para cada 85 homens. Os outros 15 estão divididos entre &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Gays" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Gays"&gt;gays&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Emos" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Emos"&gt;emos&lt;/a&gt;. Dos 85, 50 são Nova Odessenses descendentes de letos que voltaram a Letônia para cursar Agronomia e poder trabalhar futuramente na propriedade rural da familia. &lt;a name="Curiosidades"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Curiosidades&lt;br /&gt;- A "Leitônia" é famosa pelo seu desenvolvimento de vacas mutantes. As famosas vacas leiteiras da "Leitônia" foram roubadas pela &lt;a title="Holanda" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Holanda"&gt;Holanda&lt;/a&gt; que patenteou como vacas holandesas e criou o chocolate Milka. As vacas holandesas foram trazidas para &lt;a title="Holambra" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Holambra"&gt;Holambra&lt;/a&gt; no &lt;a title="Brasil" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Brasil"&gt;Brasil&lt;/a&gt;, mas morreram todas depois de comerem capim bravo. - Odeiam os russos, que na época do comunismo usavam uniformes azuis, por isso os chamam de "zílajs" e como vingança sua seleção de futebol usa uniforme borDÔ ( Rosa ). - Sentem se ofendidos quando você os chama de "macho". - Como vingança contra os holandeses por terem roubado suas vacas e inveja ao sucesso do Milka ( só se for há 10 anos atras... ) eles se tornaram os principais concorrentes em flatulência decorrente da ingestão de batata, que hoje é o maior produto de exportação leta ( depois dos proprios letos, claro ). &lt;a name="Marcos_Hist.C3.B3ricos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcos Históricos&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Comunistas" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Comunistas"&gt;comunistas&lt;/a&gt; transformaram a Letônia num imenso campo de dejetos nucleares. &lt;a title="Olavo de Carvalho" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/Olavo_de_Carvalho"&gt;Olavo de Carvalho&lt;/a&gt; liderou uma revolução na Letônia depois da queda da &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="URSS" href="http://desciclopedia.ws/wiki/URSS"&gt;URSS&lt;/a&gt;. A revolução não deu em nada e Olavo de Carvalho foi demitido de mais um jornal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-1139418729745951115?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/1139418729745951115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=1139418729745951115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/1139418729745951115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/1139418729745951115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/08/hum-hum-um-tempinho-sem-postar-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-6895460420663403345</id><published>2008-06-01T16:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:22:08.013+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Formula dum dia perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SEK9-tN9BFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NNtrh-Th5Mg/s1600-h/IMG_0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206933004181374034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SEK9-tN9BFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NNtrh-Th5Mg/s400/IMG_0635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primeira fase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cama ate as 12:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cafe de "manha" na varanda (com morangos, laranjas e Harry Potter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cigarro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 celular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ou mais amigos, de preferencia doidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 encontro marcado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Processo de preparacao&lt;/em&gt;: Levante da cama as 12:30. Sorria e acene, sorria e acene. Tome cafe de manha durante 2 horas, curtindo o sol na varanda. Para melhores resultados, as 13:30 fume um cigarro e continua comendo. O cafe de manha devia acabar-se quando surge uma vontade de fazer alguma coisa. Se perder esse momento, corre um risco de ficar na primeira fase o dia inteiro. Quando voce comeca a sentir-se ativo e preparado para diversao, o seu celular vai comecar a tocar. Atende so se voce realmente esta afim de passar o dia com a pessoa ligando. Marca um encontro, depois desliga, espera 20 minutos, entenda que quer mudar todo o plano, liga pro/a amigo/a, marca outro encontro. E tudo tem que ser bem espontaneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segunda fase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ou 3 cigarros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 CD player com musica de Raul Seixas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 par de chinelos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ou mais amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ou 4 conhecidos/as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0,2 l de cerveja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 trem para Jurmala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito sol e calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Processo de preparacao:&lt;/em&gt; Fumando e escutando &lt;em&gt;Capim Guine&lt;/em&gt; chegue no hostel. Os chinelos podem ser carregados na mao (andar descalco pelas ruas do centro aumenta a qualidade do resultado). Encontra os amigos, e nao esqueca dos abracos beeeeeeem gostosos! Beba a cerveja que outros amigos compraram, depois sorria, acene e vai embora com o(s) amigo(s) que vao lhe accompanhar na "de hoje".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pega o trem para Jurmala, para melhores resultados fique chingando a cobradora de "velha safada" (depois geralmente se lembra das piadas de Jo Soares). A dita acao aumenta a qualidade da vida em geral, pois provoca risada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de chegar em Jurmala, va direto pra praia (nao se esqueca de continuar falando merdae rindo pacaralho no caminho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parte mais importante: tira a roupa e entra correndo na agua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de nadar, sai e deita-te na areia. Descansa 2 minutos, convence o amigo de ir nadar com voce, e repita a parte mais importante mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terceira fase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 restorante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cerveja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 churrasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 banda de rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 l de sorvete de cereja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 g de chocolate derretido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 por de sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 trem de volta para Riga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Processo de preparacao&lt;/em&gt;: Va pro restorante, toma a cerveja, canta &lt;em&gt;Suzie Q, Sweet Child of Mine&lt;/em&gt; etc. junto com a banda, come o churrasco nao deixando de falar merda e rir a toa. Depois pega o sorvete, duas colheres de plastico (amarelas), volta pra praia de novo, acha um banco, senta numa posicao comfortavel com a vista do sol se por no mar. Coloca o chocolate derretido no sorvete, Pega a colher e come o sorvete, lutando com o amigo para obter mais cerejinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois escuta &lt;em&gt;Capim Guine&lt;/em&gt; de novo, sentindo-se completamente cheio e incapaz de levantar de tanto comer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faca um esforco e levanta, va pra estacao de trem e volta pra Riga. Nao se esqueca de continuar falando merda e rindo. Uma conversa meio safada eh recomendavel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quarta fase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ingressos pro cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 filme completamente tosco, mas engracado pacaray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Bertola com uma namorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cervejas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Baiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muitos conhecidos e desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cigarros a vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 onibus as 6 de manha para casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Processo da preparacao&lt;/em&gt;: Pega os ingressos, troque por bilhetes. Passa uma hora antes do filme comecar no cinema, lendo uma revistinha fudida e continuando a zuar e rir. Depois assista o filme rindo de todas as piadas idioticas que tem nesse filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o filme acabar, va pro hostel de novo. Descubra que tem Bertola com uma namoradinha no lado por ai. Escuta o Bertola interrogando o Laurent se ele passou o teste da farinha ou nao. Depois perceba que tem Baiano por ai, dai grita "BAIANOOOOOO" e da um abracao nele. Depois passa 30 min explicando pra gente de novo como o Baiano pode ser baiano sendo norvegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continua a noite bebendo cerveja e cha, falando com a gente, rindo, cantando, fumando, abracando e beijando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 6 de manha va pra casa e caia na cama, e apague!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8630261420875507953-6895460420663403345?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/6895460420663403345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=6895460420663403345' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/6895460420663403345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/6895460420663403345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/06/formula-dum-dia-perfeito.html' title='Formula dum dia perfeito'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SEK9-tN9BFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NNtrh-Th5Mg/s72-c/IMG_0635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-7966364034819596016</id><published>2008-05-26T00:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:04:28.513+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessidade principal</title><content type='html'>Putz, eu to precisando de ferias. Emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, ficar continuosamente com uma bomba atomica no seu peito eh meio cansativo. Ainda mais se a bomba explode, e nao desaparece. So fica crescendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAI, porra! Sim, tu. Pede pra sair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Que eu ja nao aguento mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-7966364034819596016?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/7966364034819596016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=7966364034819596016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7966364034819596016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7966364034819596016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/05/necessidade-principal.html' title='Necessidade principal'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-8713042339968897138</id><published>2008-05-04T18:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:39:37.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje sou eu assim</title><content type='html'>Não dá pé não tem pé nem cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Não tem ninguém que mereça&lt;br /&gt;Não tem coração que esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Não tem jeito mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Não tem dó no peito&lt;br /&gt;Não tem nem talvez&lt;br /&gt;Ter feito o que você me fez&lt;br /&gt;Desapareça cresça e desapareça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem dó no peito&lt;br /&gt;Não tem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Não tem coração que esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Não tem ninguém que mereça&lt;br /&gt;Não tem pé não tem cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pé não é direito&lt;br /&gt;Não foi nada eu não fiz nada disso&lt;br /&gt;E você fez um bicho de 7 cabeças&lt;br /&gt;Bicho de 7 cabeças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pé não tem pé nem cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Não tem ninguém que mereça&lt;br /&gt;Não tem coração que esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Não tem jeito mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Não tem dó no peito&lt;br /&gt;Não tem nem talvez&lt;br /&gt;Ter feito o que você me fez&lt;br /&gt;Desapareça&lt;br /&gt;Bicho de sete cabeças, bicho de sete cabeças&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-8713042339968897138?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-3227687040301712954</id><published>2008-04-19T22:42:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:56:17.707+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenta ver a vida assim (a promessa)</title><content type='html'>Você sabe o que é sentir frio?&lt;br /&gt;É uma chance para alguém te esquentar&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe o que fazer no seu quarto vazio?&lt;br /&gt;Tira a roupa e começa a dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe o que é um prato quebrado?&lt;br /&gt;É um motivo para comprar um, melhor&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe o que é um olhar prolongado?&lt;br /&gt;É um começo dum novo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor não chore&lt;br /&gt;A vida é bonita&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre uma razão para se alegrar&lt;br /&gt;E se chega um dia&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordas chorando&lt;br /&gt;Amigo, saiba que é so me chamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe o que é uma lagrima de dor?&lt;br /&gt;É menos peso no seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe o que é o seu sorriso sincero?&lt;br /&gt;É a alegria de toda a nação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe o que é a morte dum bom amigo?&lt;br /&gt;É mais um anjo de guarda pra você&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe o que é uma noite sem luz?&lt;br /&gt;É uma promessa de amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor não chore&lt;br /&gt;A vida é bonita&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre uma razão para se alegrar&lt;br /&gt;E se chega um dia&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordas chorando&lt;br /&gt;Amigo, saiba que é so me chamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui no seu lado estarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prometo.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-3227687040301712954?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-9187974700850842469</id><published>2008-04-17T00:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:50:18.113+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nome Do CARALHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SAZ0X4f44lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sW_LtzM40s8/s1600-h/pau_nome%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189963574243025490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SAZ0X4f44lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sW_LtzM40s8/s400/pau_nome%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Engracadissimo... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-9187974700850842469?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/9187974700850842469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=9187974700850842469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/9187974700850842469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/9187974700850842469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/04/nome-do-caralho.html' title='Nome Do CARALHO'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SAZ0X4f44lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sW_LtzM40s8/s72-c/pau_nome%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-689258461694075164</id><published>2008-04-11T23:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:03:59.149+03:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P....Saudades eternas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R__O9vElKCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HI7Tz6a-jtM/s1600-h/luto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188092855757121570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R__O9vElKCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HI7Tz6a-jtM/s400/luto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Descansa em paz, meu querido amigo...Mesmo que voce nao esteja mais aqui, sempre vai continuar morando no meu coracao. As boas lembrancas vao ficar guardadas na minha mente, os tempos que passamos juntos, as palavras que falamos, os sorrisos que sorrimos, as lagrimas que compartilhamos. Jakson, eu te amava, amo e amarei sempre. A gente se ve logo no ceu! Ai vamos tocar juntos, como combinamos, pois ate aquele tempo vou ter aprendido (tomara...) :) Se nao, voce vai me ensinar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!Todos que conheceram esta pessoa maravilhosa, deixam aqui a sua homenagem pro JK, pra compartilhar a dor e matar as saudades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-689258461694075164?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/689258461694075164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=689258461694075164' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/689258461694075164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/689258461694075164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/04/ripsaudades-eternas.html' title='R.I.P....Saudades eternas...'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R__O9vElKCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HI7Tz6a-jtM/s72-c/luto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-658329242418860604</id><published>2008-04-03T00:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:38:19.751+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh isso ai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R_P8wVW9zmI/AAAAAAAAADw/vTP5yhl9fG4/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184765503330963042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R_P8wVW9zmI/AAAAAAAAADw/vTP5yhl9fG4/s400/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTOU FELIZ AGORA :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-658329242418860604?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/658329242418860604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=658329242418860604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/658329242418860604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/658329242418860604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/04/eh-isso-ai.html' title='Eh isso ai'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R_P8wVW9zmI/AAAAAAAAADw/vTP5yhl9fG4/s72-c/IMG_0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-842456022849896174</id><published>2008-03-23T15:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:22:16.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantai todos os povos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O Senhor esta vivo de novo! Nao eh facil de entender, nem dizer, o que exatamente isso significa para mim e todas as outras pessoas, pois a immensidade do sacrificio Dele nao se pode perceber. Mas posso soh agradecer pelo amor que recebo, pela Sua presencia no meu dia-a-dia, pelo fato que poderei viver sempre junto a Ti, meu querido Senhor, e pela honra de poder chamar-Te meu Amigo. Amo-Te! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO fim do sábado, quando já despontava o primeiro dia da semana, Maria Madalena e a outra Maria foram ver o sepulcro.&lt;br /&gt;E eis que houvera um grande terremoto, porque um anjo do Senhor, descendo do céu, chegou, removendo a pedra da porta, e sentou-se sobre ela.&lt;br /&gt;E o seu aspecto era como um relâmpago, e as suas vestes brancas como neve.&lt;br /&gt;E os guardas, com medo dele, ficaram muito assombrados, e como mortos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o anjo, respondendo, disse às mulheres: Não tenhais medo; pois eu sei que buscais a Jesus, que foi crucificado.&lt;br /&gt;Ele não está aqui, porque já ressuscitou, como havia dito. Vinde, vede o lugar onde o Senhor jazia.&lt;br /&gt;Ide pois, imediatamente, e dizei aos seus discípulos que já ressuscitou dentre os mortos. E eis que ele vai adiante de vós para a Galiléia; ali o vereis. Eis que eu vo-lo tenho dito.&lt;br /&gt;E, saindo elas pressurosamente do sepulcro, com temor e grande alegria, correram a anunciá-lo aos seus discípulos.&lt;br /&gt;E, indo elas a dar as novas aos seus discípulos, eis que Jesus lhes sai ao encontro, dizendo: Eu vos saúdo. E elas, chegando, abraçaram os seus pés, e o adoraram.&lt;br /&gt;Então Jesus disse-lhes: Não temais; ide dizer a meus irmãos que vão à Galiléia, e lá me verão.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando iam, eis que alguns da guarda, chegando à cidade, anunciaram aos príncipes dos sacerdotes todas as coisas que haviam acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;E, congregados eles com os anciãos, e tomando conselho entre si, deram muito dinheiro aos soldados,&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo: Dizei: Vieram de noite os seus discípulos e, dormindo nós, o furtaram.&lt;br /&gt;E, se isto chegar a ser ouvido pelo presidente, nós o persuadiremos, e vos poremos em segurança.&lt;br /&gt;E eles, recebendo o dinheiro, fizeram como estavam instruídos. E foi divulgado este dito entre os judeus, até ao dia de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;E os onze discípulos partiram para a Galiléia, para o monte que Jesus lhes tinha designado.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando o viram, o adoraram; mas alguns duvidaram.&lt;br /&gt;E, chegando-se Jesus, falou-lhes, dizendo: É-me dado todo o poder no céu e na terra.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto ide, fazei discípulos de todas as nações, batizando-os em nome do Pai, e do Filho, e do Espírito Santo;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinando-os a guardar todas as coisas que eu vos tenho mandado; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e eis que eu estou convosco todos os dias, até a consumação dos séculos. Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mat. 28, 1-20)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-842456022849896174?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/842456022849896174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=842456022849896174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/842456022849896174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/842456022849896174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/03/cantai-todos-os-povos.html' title='Cantai todos os povos'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-7189074678007867968</id><published>2008-03-20T23:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:10:33.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Avanti, forza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~Sem comentarios - verdade pura~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had my reasons to quit my band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I got no woman to hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm feelin' lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I've been through this before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got to keep on keepin' on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got this guitar with a broken string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've a big house now it's up for sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always movin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I've come this way before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got to keep on keepin' on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do my best to play this game of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But will it last this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got to keep on keepin' on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I could give advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's what I'd say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just the same shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a different day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So just keep movin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you'll find your way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got to keep on keepin' on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do my best to play this game of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But will it last this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got to keep on keepin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta keep on keepin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Special thanks to  Artis a.k.a. &lt;em&gt;Also&lt;/em&gt; for introducing this music to me&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; By the way, Paul Gilbert really &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-7189074678007867968?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/7189074678007867968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=7189074678007867968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7189074678007867968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7189074678007867968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/03/avanti-forza.html' title='Avanti, forza!'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-8442149304791346761</id><published>2008-03-10T21:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:38:51.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida eh boa porque existem...</title><content type='html'>Quando estou triste, basta lembrar-me da existencia de essas coisas/pessoas, e da pra ver que o mundo nao eh tao ruim como a gente anda falando....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao, agradeco ao Senhor pela existencia das coisas e pessoas seguintes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; futebol, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Raul Seixas&lt;/span&gt;, Sorrisos, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;meu Brasil&lt;/span&gt;, Laercio, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Gabriela, Cravo e Canela",&lt;/span&gt; Piadas, SMS, &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;, A musica de G.F. Handel, Melancias, minha Mae, "The Book Thief", Paolo Coelho, Joao Bosco, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Velas, igrejas&lt;/span&gt;, cachorros (Flo), Fogo, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Agua e natacao&lt;/span&gt;, Orkut, Portugues, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;opera&lt;/span&gt;, ouro, dinheiro, Cha com limao ou com leite e mel, Beijos, &lt;strong&gt;Sexo&lt;/strong&gt;, Meu pai, Hela, musicas e vozes, Juanes, &lt;strong&gt;Abracos&lt;/strong&gt;, Chuva, Sangue, Risos, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;, Neve, Sol, Leoes, poemas, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Espanhol(a),&lt;/span&gt; MSN e webcam,&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; vinho tinto&lt;/span&gt;, Shakira, Salsa, Igor Carvalho, meu trabalho, Lord of the Rings, guitarras, Sapatos de salto alto, Homens morenos, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amizade&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, felicidade, hino nacional do Brasil, victorias, vovos, Camas, Fortaleza, cores, &lt;strong&gt;Escolha&lt;/strong&gt;, Lula, Salami, eslovaques, Rock'n'roll, Danca de ventre, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Nachito,&lt;/span&gt; computadores, batatas fritas, aneis, Caipirinhas, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;canela, loucuras&lt;/span&gt;, Israel, perguntas e respostas, lingua italiana, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gente fina&lt;/span&gt;, Alehandro e seus diabos forrozeiros, &lt;strong&gt;Bruno&lt;/strong&gt;, palavras de amor, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;roupas novas, roupas velhas, verdade,&lt;/span&gt; luzes do Natal, "Faroeste Caboclo", o infinito, Poder, comida, &lt;strong&gt;A Sonata do Luar&lt;/strong&gt;, solidao, companhia, Skype, saude, paz, mar, arvores, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;desejos, tesao&lt;/span&gt;, criatividade, fe, discursos longos, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;brincadeiras de palavras&lt;/span&gt;, nordic walking, beleza, casas, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;, historia, Monty Python ("Holy Grail" e "Life of Brian"), risada, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Renato Fera&lt;/span&gt;, cerveja, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Warcry, cabelo longo&lt;/span&gt;, pesky people, Inglaterra, boas lembrancas, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;, cinema brasileiro, Gabrielzinho, Genova, brinques, noites, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dias,&lt;/span&gt; Franca e frances, Brasileiros aqui em Letonia, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o sentido de estar desejada&lt;/span&gt;, inteligencia, sexo oral, a comunidade "Imagine se eu fumasse maconha" e os loucos dali,&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Xula, Elīna K., Z.I.K.E.T., salvacao&lt;/span&gt;, vida e amor de Deus, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;contas de fada&lt;/span&gt;, meu corpo lindo, Led Zeppelin, draugiem.lv; Fabrizio De Andre, bandeiras, Fidel, meus olhos, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;minha boca perfeita&lt;/span&gt; (e a minha modestia), Velhas Virgens, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"The Green Mile&lt;/span&gt;", Mick &amp;amp; Barbara, vontades, lingerie sexy, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Djavan, homens quase perfeitos&lt;/span&gt;, Joe Dassin, cigarros, celulares, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Edith Piaf&lt;/span&gt;, vampiros, laranjas, o tempo, professores, evolucao, revolucao, passado e futuro, amanha, lua, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Caetano &amp;amp; Chico&lt;/span&gt;, Cazuza, Sonia Braga, apelidos carinhosos, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;massagem, beijos na chuva&lt;/span&gt;, coisas proibidas, ajuda, o meu apartamento, Allan, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Adrian Brown&lt;/span&gt;, musica de J.S. Bach, anjos, Laurent, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sombras&lt;/span&gt;, Mazzeratti, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tom Jobim&lt;/span&gt;, o fado, Goran Bregovic, Vinicius de Moraes,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; livros&lt;/span&gt;, a Biblia, luz e fogueiras (verdadeiras e aquelas que existem dentro da gente)...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E assim por diante (Ainda esqueci tantas coisas com certeza...) Quem disse que nao temos nada? Mesmo os mais pobres tem algo. Eu ate posso dizer que sou rica, pois tenho todas essas coisas e muito muito mais...A vida eh cheia de pequenos milagres, e eu desejo a todos voces que voces conseguissem percebe-los, e nao esquece-los correndo atras da grande felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs. Talvez eh uma boa ideia criar uma lista assim pra cada um de nos, individualmente, so pra servir de lembranca o quanto A VIDA EH BOA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~Pax et lux nobiscum~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-8442149304791346761?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/8442149304791346761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=8442149304791346761' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/8442149304791346761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/8442149304791346761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/03/vida-eh-boa-porque-existem.html' title='A vida eh boa porque existem...'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-8075083103628913067</id><published>2008-03-07T17:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:03:54.072+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do medo do mundo</title><content type='html'>Faz um tempo que eu aprendi&lt;br /&gt;Que não sei desta vida quase nada&lt;br /&gt;Entre as coisas que ha de saber eu me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Da minha ignorancia eu fiquei apavorada&lt;br /&gt;Entendo que tudo ninguem nunca me explicara&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao menos isso eu sei - voce nunca me bastara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, alguns me dizeram que essa sensação de não saber nada eh um começo, uma boa senha. Mas ha tanto para aprender...começando a perceber que o mundo eh bem mais grande do que eu pensava...doi mesmo...so não desespero porque a minha mãe me parabenizou pela essa descuberta, e me falou que ela sentiu o mesmo quando teve 40 anos...e, como eu tenho 20, acho que o meu caso não eh o pior ainda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boa sorte para mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-8075083103628913067?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/8075083103628913067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=8075083103628913067' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/8075083103628913067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/8075083103628913067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-medo-do-mundo.html' title='Do medo do mundo'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-3622593139893778485</id><published>2008-03-05T19:06:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:24:03.428+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aventurinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R87W6yYad7I/AAAAAAAAADo/X1DY5FiW-eU/s1600-h/190542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174309327340206002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R87W6yYad7I/AAAAAAAAADo/X1DY5FiW-eU/s400/190542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais uma terca-feira passada naquela modesta boemia em que a minha vida se transforma as vezes....Dizer o que...A minha amiga e vizinha maravilhosa, a Lena, me accompanhou mais uma vez na minha &lt;em&gt;pilgrimage &lt;/em&gt;tradicional pro Bar Atomico. Ela, um poquinho doente mas alegre de mesmo jeito, e eu com fogo nos olhos e pronta pra conquistar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo era uma beleza, como sempre...O som - fino demais, a gente bebendo, cantando e batendo palmas ate doer, amigos encontrados, conversas encachacadas, muita risada, afinal, tudo de bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto a minha conquista, o cara que eu quero de verdade, nem ligava, como sempre , mas ao menos peguei um italiano muy gostozinho...Foi uma noitada de muitos beijos, abracos, calor, metal espanhol e...bom, algumas detalhes sao pessoais demais para publicar aqui :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabei ficando acordada a noite inteira, e assim com pouquissimo descanso fui pro trabalho...aquilo eh que era foda, tava um tanto quanto dificil a ficar de olhos abertos, sem falar em concentrar pras coisas que tinha que fazer...mas valeu a pena rsrsrsrs :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que mais - amanha finalmente terei uma guitarra! Assim estarei mais pronta a realizar um dos meus sonhos - aprender a tocar...Agradecendo a Elina, que finalmente consentiu a vender-me o violao dela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~Curta a vida pois a vida eh curta~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-3622593139893778485?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/3622593139893778485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=3622593139893778485' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/3622593139893778485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/3622593139893778485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/03/aventurinhas.html' title='Aventurinhas'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R87W6yYad7I/AAAAAAAAADo/X1DY5FiW-eU/s72-c/190542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-9042805127495134894</id><published>2008-03-02T17:56:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:41:42.897+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do inicio da primavera, uma festa louca e dos medicos potenciais</title><content type='html'>Eh isso ai...a primavera começou, com um pouquinho da chuva so pra variar. Eu, por minha parte, passei o primeiro dia dessa agradavel estação numa festa completamente louca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou isso tudo com a minha vizinha Lena, que bateu na porta daqui da Casa da Felicidade, e quando eu semi-pelada abri a porta, ela foi logo anunciando que ta encontrando alguns alemãos aqui, que ela nem conhece nem tem tanta vontade de conhecer, mas eh melhor do que ficar em casa. Ai não tinha como não concordar, então eu me vesti e a gente partiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter bebido umas Caipirinhas na "Cuba", a gente foi pro Reval Hotel Latvija.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, no Skyline Bar, depois de ter uma pequena briga com alguns &lt;em&gt;norwegians&lt;/em&gt; (um tanto quanto indiscretos, sem falar que eram velhos e feios tambem) encontramos aqueles alemãos, uns 6 ou 7 caras, estudantes da medicina ai na Stradiņa universidade. Ai descubrimos que a nossa proxima parada era um apartamento simplesmente &lt;em&gt;deluxe&lt;/em&gt; no Bruņinieku Iela. No mais, esse apartamento era cheio de gente, quase todos estudantes da medicina, de quase todas as paises do mundo - Afganistão, Sri-Lanka, Norvegia, Reino Unido, Alemanha, França (hum, aquele cara gostozinho........ ;). Infelizmente, entre toda essa ilustre e colorida companhia eu era a unica representativa do Nossa Patria Amada, Brasil. Hahhhaha...um tanto quanto cinico, a gente acredita sempre...Alias, eles não tem porque não acreditar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todo jeito, a noitada foi foda, conheci (e ja esqueci) muita gente fina, deixei bastante cachaça correr pelas minhas veias, dançei muito, e hoje acordei com uma ressaca de merda (soh passou agora...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra terminar, não posso partir sem homenagear o J.R.R. Tolkien que criou uma das obras mais perfeitas na literatura mundial, e tambem vou agradecendo aos criadores do filme "Senhor dos Aneis" (acabei de assistir a 3a parte...talvez a decima vez). Jamais sereis esquecidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~Pax hominibus~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-9042805127495134894?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/9042805127495134894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=9042805127495134894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/9042805127495134894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/9042805127495134894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-inicio-da-primavera-uma-festa-louca.html' title='Do inicio da primavera, uma festa louca e dos medicos potenciais'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-685037214353238850</id><published>2008-02-28T19:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:54:01.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyers of all the world, this is for you :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R8bqYb78VqI/AAAAAAAAADg/now4ed4ph28/s1600-h/lawyer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172078927618528930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R8bqYb78VqI/AAAAAAAAADg/now4ed4ph28/s400/lawyer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This goes to all my lawyer friends (or those who are about to become one) in a desperate hope they will not risk their reputation by asking questions like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**These are jokes taken from the book 'Desordem no tribunal' ("Disorder in the court"). These things were really said by people participating in the cases. My admiration goes to the guys who had to maintain a straight face while listening to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: What is your date of birth?&lt;br /&gt;Witness 15th July.&lt;br /&gt;lawyer: What year?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Every year.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: This illness, miastenia gravis, does it affect your memory?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: And how does it affect your memory?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Well, I forget things...&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: Oh, so you forget things...Could you please give the court an example of something you have forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: How old is your son?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: 38 or 35, I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: And for how many years has he been living with you?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: For 45 years...&lt;br /&gt; _________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: Your youngest son, the one who's 20....&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: How old is he?&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: This photography of you...Were you present when it was taken?&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: So, the date when your baby was conceived is 8th of August?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: And what were you doing that day?&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: She had 3 children, is that right?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: How many of them were boys?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Noone.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: And how many girls?&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: Mr Marcos, why did your last marriage finish?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Because of the death of my wife.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: And you think it's a good enough reason?!&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: Could you describe the suspect?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: He was of a medium stature and had a beard.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: Was it a man or a woman?&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: Doctor, how many autopsies on dead people have you already performed?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: All of the autopsies I have performed were on dead people....&lt;br /&gt; _________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: Here in the court, your answer to all of my questions must be oral, understand? So, which school did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Oral.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: Doctor, do you remember at what time did you start the autopsy of the victim?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Yes sir, it was at 20:30.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: And the victim was already dead at that hour?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: No...he was sitting on the examination table, asking himself why the hell I am performing an autopsy on him.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: Doctor, before performing the autopsy, did you check the pulse of the victim?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: No.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: Did you check arterial pressure?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: No.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: And did you check the breathing?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: No.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: So, it is possible that the victim was still alive???&lt;br /&gt;Witness: No.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: How can you be so sure of that?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Because the brain of the victim was deposited in a jar on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: But it is still possible that the victim was alive....?&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Yes, it is possible that he could be alive and practicing law at some place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Alejandro, who keeps a smile on my face by sending me jokes almost daily!&lt;br /&gt;Amo vc, doidaum! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-685037214353238850?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/685037214353238850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=685037214353238850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/685037214353238850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/685037214353238850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/02/lawyers-of-all-world-this-is-for-you.html' title='Lawyers of all the world, this is for you :)'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R8bqYb78VqI/AAAAAAAAADg/now4ed4ph28/s72-c/lawyer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-3150435378941419573</id><published>2008-02-27T20:54:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:28:33.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Le soleil sous la pluie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R8XHGb78VpI/AAAAAAAAADY/yaOBbk5qYOQ/s1600-h/france.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         Et voila, c'est ca...Apres un peu de temps ou j' étais trop occupée avec "o portugues, o idioma mais lindo do mundo", j'ai decidé d'écrire en francais...En écoutant Joe Dassin et des autres classiques francaises, aprés avoir lu quelques chef d'oeuvres de Moliere, j'ai compris que le francais, ca m'est manqué... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Maintenant j'écris seulement pour dire que, pour la premiere fois depuis de longtemps, je me sens heureuse de nouveau. Il n'y a beaucoup de gens qui s'interessaient de ca, mais quand meme. La volonté de sourire me sort par les oreilles, et en marchant a la maison j'ai chanté sans m'inquiéter de ce que les autres penseront de moi. Franchement, je m'en fais pas presque jamais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca va? Ca va! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je ne sais présque rien de cette vie, mais il y a une chose que je sais tres bien - la vie est belle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et oui, il pleut. Il n'y a pas du soleil aujourd'hui....Sinon ton sourire que illumine ma vie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-3150435378941419573?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/3150435378941419573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=3150435378941419573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/3150435378941419573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/3150435378941419573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/02/le-soleil-sous-la-pluie.html' title='Le soleil sous la pluie'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-6627295799272827663</id><published>2008-02-26T00:10:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:30:21.696+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><title type='text'>Meu Amor, esse eh pra voce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R8NAqb78VnI/AAAAAAAAADI/YGx2wcxfQ3Q/s1600-h/nas-maos-do-senhor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171047894949320306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R8NAqb78VnI/AAAAAAAAADI/YGx2wcxfQ3Q/s320/nas-maos-do-senhor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem eh voce, taum longe e taum perto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem eh, entrando em mim sem portas abertas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi mesmo voce quem nasceu aqui entre nos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce eh aquele que morre antes e nasce depois?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amado de milhoes de mulheres, porem nenhuma ciumenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde voce for, o amor so aumenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh mesmo voce quem sofre e nao chora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se alguem ta necessitado, nunca demora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce, quem tem o coracao so para amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maos, corpo, o ser inteiro so para dar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce eh aquele que da tudo, precisa de nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alem de, como todos, ser amado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor do Pai, sem condicoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor dum amigo, sem razoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor do Criador, orgulho e carinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor duma Luz que mostra o caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao tenho nada para dar-te, pois tudo eh Teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So posso pedir para te encontrar de novo no Ceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8630261420875507953-6627295799272827663?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/6627295799272827663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=6627295799272827663' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/6627295799272827663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/6627295799272827663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/02/meu-amor-esse-eh-pra-voce.html' title='Meu Amor, esse eh pra voce'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R8NAqb78VnI/AAAAAAAAADI/YGx2wcxfQ3Q/s72-c/nas-maos-do-senhor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-1018564440547147760</id><published>2008-02-24T21:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:51:31.139+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem razão Velhas Virgens......</title><content type='html'>"Bebida não faz mal a ninguem&lt;br /&gt;Agua faz mal a saude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi comprovado em pesquisa cientifica, que se você beber mais de um litro de água por dia, durante um ano, no final do ano, você terá ingerido mais de 1 quilograma de coliformes fecais que estão diluídosna água, ou seja, 1 quilo de BOSTA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já bebendo cerveja... você não corre esse risco, uma vez quecoliformes fecais não sobrevivem ao processo de produção da cerveja!!! Por isso, peço a você que comunique a todos que bebem água, que essa porra faz mal !!! Principalmente para aquele seu colega de trabalho que tem uma garrafinha de água em cima da mesa e fica se achando "o saudável".Se não quiserem acreditar, danem-se, continuem bebendo MERDA!!! Eu, bebedor de cerveja, fiz minha parte e avisei !!! Quem tiver consciência vai chegar à seguinte conclusão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É muito melhor tomar cerveja e falar MERDA, do que tomar MERDA e não falar nada!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auhsuhauahsuahausha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-1018564440547147760?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/1018564440547147760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=1018564440547147760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/1018564440547147760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/1018564440547147760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/02/tem-razo-velhas-virgens.html' title='Tem razão Velhas Virgens......'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-9142539606412752261</id><published>2008-02-20T22:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:51:30.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Filological Impressions</title><content type='html'>A traditional Tuesday night out in one of Riga's cheapest, nicest and never "cheio de ninguem" (full of nobody) bars, namely Backpacker's Pub, to a certain public known as Bar Atomico. All goes as always - live music, cheap beer (for an hour, if you're lucky enough to catch the moment), great people and a lot of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours well spent, time to go home (after all, another working day is about to dawn). Last cigarette and a hearty laughter is being shared on the point of saying goodbye. Somehow discussion comes to German language. I do NOT  assume that it has anything to do with a present German and a local guy, jabbering away in a rapid Deutsch and taking the piss out of Hamburg accent...No, there has to be some other reason...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to the subject. Having said a particularly friendly goodbye to the local German expert (involving a lot of &lt;em&gt;Puta Que Pariu'&lt;/em&gt;s from my side, and a dose of &lt;em&gt;Fick Dich's&lt;/em&gt; from his), I happily trot home, singing loudly a variety of songs, just for the sake of scaring the locals and reducing the number of potential tourists.....(No, I was not drunk, if you are wondering now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether there is some connection between what I've written so far and what I'm going to tell you now. The fact is, I woke up with a clear memory of dreaming all night about swearing in German - my astral body apparently spent the last night bellowing words like Saumensch, Saukerl, Arsch kranzer etc. to anyone that would listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after all, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a German filologist's daughter...And certainly not quite normal. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-9142539606412752261?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/9142539606412752261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=9142539606412752261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/9142539606412752261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/9142539606412752261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/02/strong-filological-impressions.html' title='Strong Filological Impressions'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-512398220153722830</id><published>2008-02-14T23:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:52:29.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So Hoje...depression</title><content type='html'>Eu simplesmente ODEIO o dia de hoje. So porque hoje eu mais que sempre estou sentindo uma vontade enorme de quebrar tudo que vem na minha vista. Os pratos, os livros, o PC, as roupas...E depois bater a cara contro o muro, arrancar-me todo o cabelo, sentar e chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inexplicavel?? Vamos fazer uma analise, talvez chegamos numa conclusao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, todos esses casalzinhos passeando pelas ruas mao na mao, mulheres com flores e presentes, beijos pra todo lado, e so musicas de amor passando no radio (dia dos Namorados), isso ainda nao me incomodaria tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mensagens dos ex-namorados me dizendo que nunca vao esquecer dos tempos que passamos juntos me deixam indiferentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mais, hoje eh o primeiro dia quando eu nao fiquei rindo, escutando "Abre Essas Pernas" de Velhas Virgens...ai eu entendi que algo esta sendo MUITO errado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putz, agora sei! Como eh que eu nao pensei nisso antes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, na verdade pensei nisso antes sim...Porque estou pensando nisso tempo tudo. Nao me sai da cabeca, nem do coracao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A razao de tudo isso eh voce. Voce, quem nao entende, quem anda cego, procurando umas moedas de 5 centavos quando eu te poderia dar coisas sem preco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce, de olhos que me queimam, de sorriso que me hipnotiza, de tal inteligencia que me faz sentir-me uma loira burra, de humor que me faz rir ate dor de barriga...A unica coisa que te falta para ser perfeito eh eu ao teu lado...mas quem me dera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguem me falasse que eu posso sentir algo assim, ia rir e mandar ele/ela pra pqp...Mas aqui estou, olhando fora da janela nessa noite de inverno e vendo a sua cara na minha frente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-512398220153722830?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/512398220153722830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=512398220153722830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/512398220153722830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/512398220153722830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-hojedepression.html' title='So Hoje...depression'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-1723548479711811333</id><published>2008-02-07T22:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:37:11.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The important in life, and a few suggestions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R6tvGoQV2lI/AAAAAAAAACE/Nl5-pJUReRM/s1600-h/voarr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164343557386263122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R6tvGoQV2lI/AAAAAAAAACE/Nl5-pJUReRM/s320/voarr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R6tu14QV2kI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ausKYrvgU0Y/s1600-h/vencer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedicated to a friend who sometimes thinks too much...And in the same time, a friendly advice too all who think they're ordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can hold her hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And show her how you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explain to her your weakness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then roll over and die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can brave decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you crumble up inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spend your time asking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone else's permission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then run away and hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can sit on chimneys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And put some fire up your ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No need to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you're doing or waiting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if anyone should ask - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them I've been licking coconut skins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we've been hanging out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And relieve us our doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can hold her eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But your basket has a hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can lie between her legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And go lookin for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell her you're searching for her soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can wait for ages &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And watch your compost turn to coal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But time is contagious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody's getting old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can sit on chimneys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And put some fire up your ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No need to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you're doing or waiting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if anyone should ask-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them I've been cooking coconut skins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we've been hanging out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And relieve us our doubts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-1723548479711811333?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/1723548479711811333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=1723548479711811333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/1723548479711811333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/1723548479711811333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/02/important-in-life-and-few-suggestions.html' title='The important in life, and a few suggestions'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R6tvGoQV2lI/AAAAAAAAACE/Nl5-pJUReRM/s72-c/voarr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-7346392984135580204</id><published>2008-01-31T23:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:32:17.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Verdade Mais Pura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R6I7x4QV2jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QNywPV2PEik/s1600-h/eu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161753851020565042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R6I7x4QV2jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QNywPV2PEik/s320/eu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Enquanto você se esforça pra ser um sujeito normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E fazer tudo igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Eu do meu lado aprendendo a ser louco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;um maluco total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Na loucura real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Controlando minha maluquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Misturada com minha lucidez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Vou ficar, ficar com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Maluco Beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E esse caminho que eu mesmo escolhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E tão facil seguir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;por não ter onde ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Controlando minha maluquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Misturada com minha lucidez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Vou ficar, ficar com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Maluco Beleza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu sei que essa musica eh considerada ja um pouquinho "banal", tipo, eh uma das musicas mais conhecidas do Grande Raul, mas fazer o que, se eh a declaração mais verdadeira de tudo que eu sou, quero e vou ser sempre. O Raul foi mesmo um profeta, pois escreveu essa musica antes de eu ter nascido...porem, me descreveu da maneira mais certa possivel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu sou uma louca, e me orgulho disso!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-7346392984135580204?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/7346392984135580204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=7346392984135580204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7346392984135580204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7346392984135580204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/01/verdade-mais-pura.html' title='A Verdade Mais Pura'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R6I7x4QV2jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QNywPV2PEik/s72-c/eu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-410571479109852896</id><published>2008-01-27T01:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T02:09:30.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um raio de luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Um dia normal. Voltando pra casa depois do dia do trabalho, com um pouquinho da sorte economizei 40 centavos, naum pagando no onibus (parece que as velhas ai me prendem por uma gigante molecula de oxigeno), entaum estava jah bastante feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aproximando a minha casa...Ouvindo o Djavan cantar baixinho ao meu ouvido, fumando um cigarro, na paz comigo e com todo mundo...E nesse exato momento, uma mulher aproxima-se, me fala: "Sabe, Senhora, Deus lhe ama!" e sai embora, quase correndo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E eu sei, Pai, que me amas. Eu tambem Te amo muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-410571479109852896?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/410571479109852896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=410571479109852896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/410571479109852896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/410571479109852896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-raio-de-luz.html' title='Um raio de luz'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-5100373734169159314</id><published>2008-01-26T01:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:59:14.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to my Fragile Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R5px24QV2hI/AAAAAAAAABY/xdc8dJ1Qid4/s1600-h/DeAndre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159561510734125586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R5px24QV2hI/AAAAAAAAABY/xdc8dJ1Qid4/s320/DeAndre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Caro Fabrizio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Come va? Me manchi sempre...Portroppo, so che sei con me, nel mio cuore, nella mia anima...Gia vedi, che gli momenti piu belli sono quelli di mattina, quando sto andando al lavoro, fumando, ascoltando la tua musica...Non e importante si c'e la pioggia, neve ou sole...Me fai sorridere. Me fai piu forte, amico fragile...Ti ringrazio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ti contaro una storia. Lo sai gia, e "una storia diversa per gente normale, e una storia comune per gente speciale"... La contaro in inglese, per fare piu gente capire la tua grandezza, e anche perche, come dice Adriano Celentano, "la situazione [del mio italiano] non e buona..." :) Credo che capirai che e dedicata a te questa storia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;There was a boy, who became a man. A man, who became a magician. No, he didn't study in Hogwarts, so I am not speaking of Harry Potter...It isn't Merlin, Einstein, Che Guevarra or Elvis either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This man is almighty...He opens his mouth, and you feel his heart flow into yours. With a touch of his hand, he can make you cry over the fallen heroes of the Fatherland, then he changes the position of his fingers - and your tears from salty change to sweet. A few more words, and you start to laugh so hard, admiring the impeccably created union of Irony and Humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And, what more, he has found a way to become immortal. As long as this world stands, and 8 more days he is going to live, speak, sing...A man who continues his incredible work that few are capable of nowadays - making people feel, act, love, &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am not so good with words as he is, so I will never be able to express correctly my feelings of admiration and gratitude. I can just say that I am not the only one in whose heart this name is carved with fire - Fabrizio De Andre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adesso vado dormire, gia e tarde. Si vedi Lucio, passa i miei saluti a lui. Solo vorrei dirti -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;grazie di essistere. Nel regno di Dio ti incontraro, mio amico forte e fragile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Alla prossima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ti amo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-5100373734169159314?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/5100373734169159314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=5100373734169159314' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/5100373734169159314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/5100373734169159314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/01/letter-to-my-fragile-friend.html' title='Letter to my Fragile Friend'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R5px24QV2hI/AAAAAAAAABY/xdc8dJ1Qid4/s72-c/DeAndre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-3506568692257516906</id><published>2008-01-21T21:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:14:55.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma pergunta normal para gente especial</title><content type='html'>Com essas palavras que sabes falar&lt;br /&gt;E essas cancoes que me fazes cantar&lt;br /&gt;Com esse teu olhar que faz a terra parar&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu "&lt;em&gt;Avanti,&lt;/em&gt; vamos continuar!"&lt;br /&gt;Com os castelos que construes no ar&lt;br /&gt;Com os teus barcos atravessando o mar&lt;br /&gt;Com as tuas mães que deixaram de te amar&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais pra poder te vergonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é que ainda não consegues voar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-3506568692257516906?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/3506568692257516906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=3506568692257516906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/3506568692257516906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/3506568692257516906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/01/uma-pergunta-normal-para-gente-especial.html' title='Uma pergunta normal para gente especial'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-2754473826823061852</id><published>2008-01-17T21:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:01:45.062+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Normose</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Não tem melhores palavras pra dizer porque estou orgulhosa de ser uma louca...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lendo uma entrevista do professor Hermógenes, 86 anos, considerado o fundador da ioga no Brasil, ouvi uma palavra inventada por ele que me pareceu muito procedente: ele disse que o ser humano está sofrendo de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;normose&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;a doença de ser normal.&lt;/em&gt; Todo mundo quer se encaixar num padrão. Só que o padrão propagado não é exatamente fácil de alcançar. O sujeito "normal" é magro, alegre, belo, sociável, e bem-sucedido. Quem não se "normaliza" acaba adoecendo.&lt;br /&gt;A angústia de não ser o que os outros esperam de nós gera bulimias, depressões, síndromes do pânico e outras manifestações de não enquadramento. A pergunta a ser feita é: quem espera o que de nós? Quem são esses ditadores de comportamento a quem estamos outorgando tanto poder sobre nossas vidas? Eles não existem. Nenhum João, Zé ou Ana bate à sua porta exigindo que você seja assim ou assado. Quem nos exige é uma coletividade abstrata que ganha "presença" através de modelos de comportamento amplamente divulgados. Só que não existe lei que obrigue você a ser do mesmo jeito que todos, seja lá quem for todos. Melhor se preocupar em ser você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;A normose não é brincadeira. Ela estimula a inveja, a auto-depreciação e a ânsia de querer o que não se precisa. Você precisa de quantos pares de sapato? Comparecer em quantas festas por mês? Pesar quantos quilos até o verão chegar? Não é necessário fazer curso de nada para aprender a se desapegar de exigências fictícias. Um pouco de auto-estima basta. Pense nas pessoas que você mais admira: não são as que seguem todas as regras bovinamente, e sim aquelas que desenvolveram personalidade própria e arcaram com os riscos de viver uma vida a seu modo. Criaram o seu "normal" e jogaram fora a fórmula, não patentearam, não passaram adiante. O normal de cada um tem que ser original. Não adianta querer tomar para si as ilusões e desejos dos outros. É fraude. E uma vida fraudulenta faz sofrer demais. Eu não sou filiada, seguidora, fiel, ou discípula de nenhuma religião ou crença, mas simpatizo cada vez mais com quem nos ajuda a remover obstáculos mentais e emocionais, e a viver de forma mais íntegra, simples e sincera. Por isso divulgo o alerta: a normose está doutrinando erradamente muitos homens e mulheres que poderiam, se quisessem, ser bem mais autênticos e felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marta Medeiros no jornal "Zero Hora"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-2754473826823061852?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/2754473826823061852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=2754473826823061852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/2754473826823061852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/2754473826823061852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/01/normose.html' title='Normose'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-2225265104522533790</id><published>2008-01-06T19:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:09:37.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R4EWxdOJjDI/AAAAAAAAABA/eHsW48_Ou3U/s1600-h/sepik_river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152424487601933362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R4EWxdOJjDI/AAAAAAAAABA/eHsW48_Ou3U/s320/sepik_river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não pude achar melhores palavras para falar o que estou sentindo nesse momento. Essa é pra você, quem é maravilhoso demais para esquecer, e quem eu não tenho direito de querer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não vou viver, como alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que só espera um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;Há outras coisas&lt;br /&gt;No caminho a onde eu vou...&lt;br /&gt;As vezes ando só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Trocando passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que são meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E que não abro mão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Já sei olhar o rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Por onde a vida passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sem me precipitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E nem perder a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Escuto no silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que há em mim e basta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Outro tempo começou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Prá mim agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Vou deixar a rua me levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ver a cidade se acender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A lua vai banhar esse lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E eu vou lembrar você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas tenho ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Muita coisa pra arrumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Promessas que me fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E que ainda não cumpri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Palavras me aguardam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O tempo exato prá falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Coisas minhas, talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Você nem queira ouvir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Vou deixar a rua me levar&lt;br /&gt;Ver a cidade se acender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A lua vai banhar esse lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E eu vou lembrar você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-2225265104522533790?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/2225265104522533790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=2225265104522533790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/2225265104522533790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/2225265104522533790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-pude-achar-melhores-palavras-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R4EWxdOJjDI/AAAAAAAAABA/eHsW48_Ou3U/s72-c/sepik_river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-2133299704874351334</id><published>2008-01-04T00:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:55:32.225+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sindrome da PE</title><content type='html'>Sindrome da PE (Putaria Espiritual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recentamente foi feita uma pesquisa popular que revelou que muita gente em todos os países está sofrendo duma certa doença com consequências muito graves. O pior é que as ditas consequências fazem mal nem tanto á pessoa doente quanto ás pessoas que a rodeiam.&lt;br /&gt;!!!Lembrai-vós que as sintomas seguintes se referem do que se passa na mente do paciente, num nível mais intelectual e emocional do que físico, por isso é que esse tipo da doença se chama Sindrome da PE, e assim é mais grave do que Sindrome da PC (Putaria Corporal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As maiores sintomas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não querer quem te quer, mas sim aquele(a) que está inalcansável por uma ou outra razão&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Viciar uma pessoa em você, e depois "jogar ele(a) fora" (excusas usadas para justificar essa ação dependem do nível do desenvolvimento da doença.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O seu tratamento da pessoa amada é contra-proporcional ao tratamento dele(a) da você&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Você está incapaz de manter relações de amigo/a com pessoas do sexo oposto sem querer que ele/a se apaixone por você.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Infelizmente, ainda não existe cura para essa doença. Existe só um médico no mundo que tém poder de curar a doença, mas é um processo longo e precisa de muita paciência e força mental.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se você for vítima dessa doença ou está sofrendo das consequências da PE........não posso ajudar. Só posso parabenizar pelo reconhecer o fato, e aconselhar de tratar a pessoa doente com paciência e carinho, pois isso é que todos os doentes precisam para melhorar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obs. Cachaça ajuda, mas so por algum tempo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-2133299704874351334?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/2133299704874351334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=2133299704874351334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/2133299704874351334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/2133299704874351334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2008/01/sindrome-da-pe.html' title='Sindrome da PE'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-1918269395775981935</id><published>2007-12-21T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:16:44.191+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração'/><title type='text'>Oração de cada anoitecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R20qI9OJi-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/NVu9NyRvVYk/s1600-h/jesus-abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146816282515573730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R20qI9OJi-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/NVu9NyRvVYk/s320/jesus-abraco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Querido Pai e Amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Antes de nada quero agradecer a Ti pelo esse dia bem vivido, as pessoas queridas que me fizeste encontrar hoje. Obrigada pela luz do Sol, pela frescura do vento, pela alegria e a tristeza, obrigadissima pela musica linda que eu pude escutar hoje. Obrigada por ter resolvido os meus problemas de melhor jeito possivel. E OBRIGADA pelo Teu amor e a paz que me fazes sentir a cada momento, pela Tua querida presença aqui na minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Agora agradeço tambem pelos brasileiros daqui, que são realmente gente finissima. Obrigada por coloca-los no meu caminho. Sabes tambem um dos meus mais profundos desejos, Senhor - que todos eles sejam permanentamente FELIZES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Por favor, me desculpe pelas palavras, açoes e pensamentos que talvez falei, fiz ou pensei sem querer e que podem causar mal a alguem. Me ajude de evitar isso em futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Abençõe toda a minha familia, por favor, e meus amigos. Fique sempre com Laercio e a familia dele, tambem ajude a Rubinho com todos os problemas dos documentos e em todo que ele precisar. Faça a Kelly mais feliz, agora quando ela tem esse periodo dificil na vida dela. Fique tambem com a Gunda, ajudando a ela achar o homem que foi destinado para ela, pois foste Tu quem criou nos os seres humanos assim que precisamos de uma pessoa a nosso lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fique sempre com nos todos e faça nossa fe mais forte, abre as nossas almas para te receber e perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nosso Pai, que estas nos ceus, santificado seja o Teu nome. Venha o Teu Reino, seja feita a Tua vontade assim na terra como nos ceus. Da-nos o nosso pão de cada dia, e perdoa - nos as nossas dividas, assim como nos perdoamos aos nossos devedores. E não nos deixe cair em tentação, mas livra nos do mal, porque Teu e o Reino, Poder e a Gloria para sempre. Amem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-1918269395775981935?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/1918269395775981935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=1918269395775981935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/1918269395775981935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/1918269395775981935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2007/12/orao-de-cada-anoitecer.html' title='Oração de cada anoitecer'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/R20qI9OJi-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/NVu9NyRvVYk/s72-c/jesus-abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630261420875507953.post-7489676932466625222</id><published>2007-12-21T22:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:33:09.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicação que ninguem pediu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E isso ai...tendo nada pra fazer, resolvi criar meu proprio blog. Não sei se terei muito tempo de escrever aqui, nem se terei bastante vontade de ficar gastando o tempo (que, afim,e dinheiro) para postar bobeiras que a gente não vai querer ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Porem, aqui estou, escrevendo isso e contando com a divina inspiração para ter o que falar e assim com minhas palavras fazer a gente esquecer as dores do mundo por 5 minutos...Boa via(da)gem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8630261420875507953-7489676932466625222?l=brasileta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/feeds/7489676932466625222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8630261420875507953&amp;postID=7489676932466625222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7489676932466625222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8630261420875507953/posts/default/7489676932466625222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brasileta.blogspot.com/2007/12/explicao-que-ninguem-pediu.html' title='Explicação que ninguem pediu'/><author><name>Brasileta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701394877611189481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDSlIGClro8/SSF_wBAFeeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FT_PyHjFdms/S220/173224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
