<?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-7403269112903683803</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:29:33.531-07:00</updated><category term='Eis que'/><category term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'>Em qualquer conjugação do verbo existir...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-6149526612666241957</id><published>2010-07-15T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:51:20.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen - Save Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/TD9I5quwFfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/F-_3COZvqm8/s1600/freddie-mercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/TD9I5quwFfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/F-_3COZvqm8/s400/freddie-mercury.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494190225975416306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off so well&lt;br /&gt;They said we made a perfect pair&lt;br /&gt;I clothed  myself in your glory and your love&lt;br /&gt;How I loved you&lt;br /&gt;How I cried...&lt;br /&gt;The  years of care and loyalty&lt;br /&gt;Were nothing but a sham it seems&lt;br /&gt;The  years belie we lived a lie&lt;br /&gt;I love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;Save me save me  save me&lt;br /&gt;I can't face this life alone&lt;br /&gt;Save me save me save me...&lt;br /&gt;I'm  naked and I'm far from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slate will soon be clean&lt;br /&gt;I'll  erase the memories&lt;br /&gt;To start again with somebody new&lt;br /&gt;Was it all  wasted&lt;br /&gt;All that love? ...&lt;br /&gt;I hang my head and I advertise&lt;br /&gt;A soul  for sale or rent&lt;br /&gt;I have no heart I'm cold inside&lt;br /&gt;I have no real  intent&lt;br /&gt;Save me save me save me&lt;br /&gt;I can't face this life alone&lt;br /&gt;Save  me, save me, save me...&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked and I'm far from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each  night I cry I still believe the lie&lt;br /&gt;I love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;Save me  save me save me&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me face my life alone&lt;br /&gt;Save me save me  ooh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked and I'm far from home&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/TD9I5quwFfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/F-_3COZvqm8/s72-c/freddie-mercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-6021747259981699629</id><published>2010-07-06T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:52:49.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really want you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/TDNtUYJ2BnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WDaeV749Izc/s1600/20100706_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/TDNtUYJ2BnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WDaeV749Izc/s400/20100706_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490852567543318130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3K7JJ0Snus&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3K7JJ0Snus&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many prophets preach on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;Many clerics wasted wine&lt;br /&gt;Through the bloody sheets&lt;br /&gt;On those cobbled streets&lt;br /&gt;I have wasted time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there silver shores on paradise?&lt;br /&gt;Can I come in from the cold?&lt;br /&gt;I killed a man in a far away land&lt;br /&gt;My enemy untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to really want me&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't know if you can do that&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to know what's right&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's so hard for you to do that&lt;br /&gt;And time's running out as often it does&lt;br /&gt;And often dictates that you can't do that&lt;br /&gt;If fate can't break this feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;That's burning up through my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want you&lt;br /&gt;I really want you&lt;br /&gt;I really want you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say or do&lt;br /&gt;The message isn't getting through&lt;br /&gt;And you're listening to the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of my breaking heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want you&lt;br /&gt;I really want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a poor man rich in solitude?&lt;br /&gt;Or when mother earth complain&lt;br /&gt;Did the beggar pray for a sunny day but&lt;br /&gt;Lady luck for rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a million people bow and scream&lt;br /&gt;To an effigy of gold&lt;br /&gt;As so life begin&lt;br /&gt;And the shit we're in&lt;br /&gt;And history unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to really want me&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't know if you can do that&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to know what's right&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's so hard for you to do that&lt;br /&gt;And time's running out as often it does&lt;br /&gt;And often dictates that you can't do that&lt;br /&gt;If fate can't break this feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;That's burning up through my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want you&lt;br /&gt;I really want you&lt;br /&gt;I really want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say or do&lt;br /&gt;The message isn't getting through&lt;br /&gt;And you're listening to the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of my breaking heart&lt;div 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Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/TDNtUYJ2BnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WDaeV749Izc/s72-c/20100706_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-7657632567465833863</id><published>2010-01-04T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:02:23.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga - Brown Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/S0JJSqJJKrI/AAAAAAAAADs/2ViCNpgmDYU/s1600-h/BrownEyes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/S0JJSqJJKrI/AAAAAAAAADs/2ViCNpgmDYU/s400/BrownEyes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422977486206610098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In your brown eyes, walked away&lt;br /&gt;In your brown eyes, couldn't stay&lt;br /&gt;In your brown eyes, you watch her go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And turn the record on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And wonder what went wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If everything was everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But everything is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything could be everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only we were older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess it's just a silly song about you&lt;br /&gt;And how I lost you&lt;br /&gt;And your brown eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In your brown eyes, I was feeling low&lt;br /&gt;'cause they're brown eyes and you never know&lt;br /&gt;Got some brown eyes, but a soft face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knew that it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;So baby, turn the record on&lt;br /&gt;Play that song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where everything was everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But everything is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything could be everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only we were older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess it's just a silly song about you&lt;br /&gt;And how I lost you&lt;br /&gt;And your brown eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything was everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But baby it's the last show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything could be everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it's time to say goodbye so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get your last fix, and your last hit&lt;br /&gt;Grab your old girl with her new tricks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honey yeah, it's no surprise&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in your brown eyes&lt;/p&gt;In your brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Brown, brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Brown, brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Got some brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Brown, brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Brown eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-7657632567465833863?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/7657632567465833863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/S0JJSqJJKrI/AAAAAAAAADs/2ViCNpgmDYU/s72-c/BrownEyes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-6535288776281832890</id><published>2009-09-10T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:11:03.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde estará o meu Amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3jnuDDB7kE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3jnuDDB7kE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como esta noite findará&lt;br /&gt;E o sol então rebrilhará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estou pensando em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde estará o meu amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que vela como eu?&lt;br /&gt;Será que chama como eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Será que pergunta por mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estará o meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Se a voz da noite responder&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou eu, onde está você&lt;br /&gt;Estamos cá dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a voz da noite silenciar&lt;br /&gt;Raio de sol vai me levar&lt;br /&gt;Raio de sol vai lhe trazer&lt;br /&gt;Onde estará o meu amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-6535288776281832890?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-6202956871310299718</id><published>2009-09-07T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:25:58.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The color of the Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SqW_BQx8KYI/AAAAAAAAADA/zp1qss7Fkfs/s1600-h/soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SqW_BQx8KYI/AAAAAAAAADA/zp1qss7Fkfs/s400/soul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378915358369130882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Olhe, tenho uma alma muito prolixa e uso poucas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Sou irritável e  firo facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;Também sou muito calmo e perdôo logo.&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueço  nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Mas há poucas coisas de que eu me lembre.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What color are souls?" he said&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Color isn't that much of an issue when you're talking souls."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-6202956871310299718?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/6202956871310299718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=6202956871310299718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-4683079942006209787</id><published>2009-09-07T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:26:50.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não esmaguem com palavras as entrelinhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SqWUyYQokuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2Ra2e84spuk/s1600-h/SpeachLess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SqWUyYQokuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2Ra2e84spuk/s400/SpeachLess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378868923190514402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Renda-se, como eu me rendi. Mergulhe no que você não conhece como eu mergulhei. Não se preocupe em entender, viver ultrapassa qualquer entendimento."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Ah, e dizer que isto vai acabar, que por si mesmo não pode durar.&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Não, ela não está se referindo ao fogo, refere-se ao que sente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;O que sente nunca dura, o que sente sempre acaba, e pode nunca mais voltar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Encarniça-se então sobre o momento, come-lhe o fogo, e o fogo doce arde, arde, flameja.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Então, ela que sabe que tudo vai acabar, pega a mão livre do homem, e ao prendê-la nas suas, ela doce arde, arde, flameja."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-4683079942006209787?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/4683079942006209787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=4683079942006209787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/4683079942006209787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/4683079942006209787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-esmaguem-com-palavras-as.html' title='Não esmaguem com palavras as entrelinhas...'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SqWUyYQokuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2Ra2e84spuk/s72-c/SpeachLess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-23435497358859127</id><published>2009-04-12T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:12:28.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT</title><content type='html'>Hoje me lembrei de uma piadinha (irônica) tipicamente americana. Tenho um amigo que adora contar piadas desse tipo. É a piada do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fuinciona assim, você faz uma afirmação e dá uma pausa, depois você fala &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bem fácil. Siga o exemplo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are definitely the person I want to have by my side for ever.&lt;/em&gt; ............... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic???? hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-23435497358859127?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/23435497358859127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=23435497358859127' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/23435497358859127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/23435497358859127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2009/04/not.html' title='NOT'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-3868680650269841542</id><published>2009-04-06T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:59:07.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 12 ou 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SdOLxNMOapI/AAAAAAAAACE/tky5GugatS4/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319749262325475986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SdOLxNMOapI/AAAAAAAAACE/tky5GugatS4/s400/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ão! Não quero viver, e não vivo, aquilo que poderia ter sido e que não foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;as não posso deixar de viver o que foi só porque agora vivo o que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; porque agora só é graças ao que antes foi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; porque hoje vivo o que agora é,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;ue agradeço por tudo aquilo que um dia foi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rômulo Nascimento&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/7403269112903683803-3868680650269841542?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/3868680650269841542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=3868680650269841542' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3868680650269841542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3868680650269841542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-12-ou-365.html' title='1, 12 ou 365'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SdOLxNMOapI/AAAAAAAAACE/tky5GugatS4/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-973255198300075491</id><published>2009-03-09T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:03:52.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenata de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVrJ0C-IGL0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVrJ0C-IGL0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-973255198300075491?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/973255198300075491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=973255198300075491' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/973255198300075491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/973255198300075491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2009/03/serenata-de-amor.html' title='Serenata de Amor'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-1345845879233955541</id><published>2009-03-07T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:21:00.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short. PLAY more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;"Life is very short, and there's no time..."&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FYluhd_h8QA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FYluhd_h8QA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-1345845879233955541?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/1345845879233955541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=1345845879233955541' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/1345845879233955541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/1345845879233955541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-short-play-more.html' title='Life is short. PLAY more.'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-412395061951545983</id><published>2009-03-06T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:56:05.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presença</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;É preciso que a saudade desenhe tuas linhas perfeitas,&lt;br /&gt;teu perfil exato e que, apenas, levemente, o vento&lt;br /&gt;das horas ponha um frêmito em teus cabelos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso que a tua ausência trescale&lt;br /&gt;sutilmente, no ar, a trevo machucado,&lt;br /&gt;as folhas de alecrim desde há muito guardadas&lt;br /&gt;não se sabe por quem nalgum móvel antigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é preciso, também, que seja como abrir uma janela&lt;br /&gt;e respirar-te, azul e luminosa, no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso a saudade para eu sentir&lt;br /&gt;como sinto - em mim - a presença misteriosa da vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas quando surges és tão outra e múltipla e imprevista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nunca te pareces com o teu retrato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu tenho de fechar meus olhos para ver-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-412395061951545983?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/412395061951545983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=412395061951545983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/412395061951545983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/412395061951545983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2009/03/presenca.html' title='Presença'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-4876755087600321758</id><published>2009-02-19T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:36:40.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor e Saudade</title><content type='html'>Refletindo sobre o amor e a saudade me recordei de um texto escrito por Rubem Alves chamado &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A menina e o pássaro encantado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a história de uma garota que tinha um pássaro encantado como melhor amigo. O pássaro, por ser encantado, vivia livre. Ia e vinha quando queria e sempre que voltava, contava novas histórias e cantava novas canções para a menina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"— Menina, eu venho das montanhas frias e cobertas de neve, tudo maravilhosamente branco e puro, brilhando sob a luz da lua, nada se ouvindo a não ser o barulho do vento que faz estalar o gelo que cobre os galhos das árvores. Trouxe, nas minhas penas, um pouco do encanto que vi, como presente para ti…"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina amava cada vez mais aquele pássaro e queria tê-lo sempre por perto e por isso teve uma idéia. Comprou a gaiola mais bonita que encontrou e quando o pássaro adormeceu ela o colocou na gaiola. O final dessa história quem não leu pode imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;A garota teve o seu pássaro sempre por perto mas o amor acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não, aquele não era o pássaro que ela amava."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor não existe sem saudade. É a saudade que mantém vivo o amor. É a chama que nos faz esperar ansiosamente pelo reencontro onde o abraço é mais forte e o sorriso mais intenso. É essa espera, essa angústia, essa fome da presença da outra pessoa que chamamos de amor. Amor é coisa efêmera. Sem a saudade, o amor não sobrevive e acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lembrei agora de uma canção que eu ouvi pela primeira vez na voz de Daniela Mercury: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobre Vagabundo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Quanto tempo tenho&lt;br /&gt;Pra matar essa saudade&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem o ciúme&lt;br /&gt;É pura vaidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se tu foges o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logo traz ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Respirar o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aspirando liberdade&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também de um texto da Clarice Lispector, e com ele  fecho meu post de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Saudade é um pouco como fome. Só passa quando se come a presença. Mas às vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a presença é pouco: quer-se absorver a outra pessoa toda. Essa vontade de um ser o outro para uma unificação inteira é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que se tem na vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-4876755087600321758?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/4876755087600321758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=4876755087600321758' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/4876755087600321758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/4876755087600321758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-e-saudade.html' title='Amor e Saudade'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-5108855985279264645</id><published>2009-02-03T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:37:34.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your big little joy</title><content type='html'>Texto escrito a mais de dois anos. Nunca foi tão atual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels inside,&lt;br /&gt;to want to hug someone at night.&lt;br /&gt;You let go of the hand you're holding&lt;br /&gt;'cause you need both hands to hug that tight,&lt;br /&gt;and play with your toy,&lt;br /&gt;your big LITTLE joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left my hands,&lt;br /&gt;and I felt no hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Now I shake your hands&lt;br /&gt;as a salutation,&lt;br /&gt;a sign of education.&lt;br /&gt;But my hands are not the same&lt;br /&gt;hardened of disillusion,&lt;br /&gt;they cause no harm&lt;br /&gt;and seek no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you understand.&lt;br /&gt;My path has changed,&lt;br /&gt;and you're now uninvited,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm having my minute of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and NOTHING can destroy&lt;br /&gt;something that has NEVER been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Rômulo Nascimento&lt;div 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Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-8625248771383824216</id><published>2009-01-19T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:55:49.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Over Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQJ4_QgLwLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQJ4_QgLwLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to hear you&lt;br /&gt;You stated your case time and again&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like I'm a princess&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to liking that&lt;br /&gt;You ask how my day was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already won me over in spite of me&lt;br /&gt;And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's all your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're so much braver than I gave you credit for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not lip service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already won me over&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; in spite of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the bearer of unconditional things&lt;br /&gt;You held your breath and the door for me&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the best listener that I've ever met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best friend with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benefits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What took me so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this healthy before&lt;br /&gt;I've never wanted something rational&lt;br /&gt;I am aware now (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like to think I am!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I am aware now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already won me over in spite of me&lt;br /&gt;And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-8625248771383824216?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/8625248771383824216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=8625248771383824216' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/8625248771383824216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/8625248771383824216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2009/01/head-over-feet.html' title='Head Over Feet'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-3444742006554060987</id><published>2009-01-19T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:21:00.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Love Triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ1c9ErCn7w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ1c9ErCn7w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I get a shot right through with a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;And it's what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And every day my confusion grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I never should&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-3444742006554060987?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/3444742006554060987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=3444742006554060987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3444742006554060987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDLvdI79ioE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man turned ninety-eight&lt;br /&gt;He won the lottery and died the next day&lt;br /&gt;It's a black fly in your Chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;It's a death row pardon two minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who would've thought??? it figures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly&lt;br /&gt;He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye&lt;br /&gt;He waited his whole damn life to take that flight&lt;br /&gt;And as the plane crashed down he thought&lt;br /&gt;"Well isn't this nice..."&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic? don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who would've thought??? it figures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you think everything's okay and everything's going right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life has a funny way of helping you out when&lt;br /&gt;You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up&lt;br /&gt;In your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A traffic jam when you're already late&lt;br /&gt;A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break&lt;br /&gt;It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife&lt;br /&gt;It's meeting the man of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And then meeting his beautiful husband&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic? don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who would've thought??? it figures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helping you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;05 de Fevereiro de 2009 - Alanis estará em BH no Chevrolet Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-6616476094590514777?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/6616476094590514777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=6616476094590514777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/6616476094590514777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/6616476094590514777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2009/01/alanis-morissette-ironic.html' title='Alanis Morissette - Ironic'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-5045858504531500536</id><published>2009-01-07T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:51:12.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miopia Progressiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SWUAmtVHqRI/AAAAAAAAABk/UCnukATLCE0/s1600-h/miope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SWUAmtVHqRI/AAAAAAAAABk/UCnukATLCE0/s400/miope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288634002419722514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"... Pela primeira vez, ele, que era um ser votado à moderação, pela primeira vez sentiu-se atraído pelo imoderado: atração pelo extremo impossível. Numa palavra, pelo impossível. E pela primeira vez ele teve então amor pela paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E foi como se a miopia passasse e ele visse claramente o mundo.&lt;/span&gt; O relance mais profundo e simples que teve da espécie de universo em que vivia e onde viveria. Não um relance de pensamento. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi apenas como se ele tivesse tirado os óculos, e a miopia mesmo é que o fizesse enxergar.&lt;/span&gt; Talvez tenha sido a partir de então que pegou um hábito para o resto da vida: cada vez que a confusão aumentava e ele enxergava pouco, tirava os óculos sobre o pretexto de limpá-los e, sem óculos, fitava o interlocutor com uma fixidez reverberada de cego."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fragmento acima é parte de um conto de Clarice Lispector: Miopia Progressiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No conto o personagem principal, ao se sentir "atraído pelo imoderado" e sentir "amor pela paixão", passa a ter uma visão diferente do mundo a sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;É como se, ao tirar os óculos que lhe permitiam ver cada detalhe das coisas e pessoas ao seu redor, ele se libertasse e passasse a enxergar, apesar de toda sua miopia, o que é supervisível aos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos em nossas vidas que é melhor ver com olhos míopes a enxergar uma realidade nítida e inventada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-5045858504531500536?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/5045858504531500536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=5045858504531500536' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/5045858504531500536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/5045858504531500536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2009/01/miopia-progressiva.html' title='Miopia Progressiva'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SWUAmtVHqRI/AAAAAAAAABk/UCnukATLCE0/s72-c/miope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-3188200275157021389</id><published>2008-12-24T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:15:57.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serais ce possible???</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMUedRUJ_HA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMUedRUJ_HA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla Bruni - Quelqu'un m'a dit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,&lt;br /&gt;Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Que tu m'aimais encore,&lt;br /&gt;C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.&lt;br /&gt;Serais ce possible alors ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous&lt;br /&gt;Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout&lt;br /&gt;Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,&lt;br /&gt;Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?&lt;br /&gt;Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,&lt;br /&gt;J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits&lt;br /&gt;"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit...&lt;br /&gt;Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,&lt;br /&gt;Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud&lt;br /&gt;Que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux,&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carla &lt;/span&gt;Gilberta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruni &lt;/span&gt;Tedeschi Sarkozy nasceu em Turim na Itália em 23 de dezembro de 1967. É cantora, compositora e atual primeira-dama da francesa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-3188200275157021389?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/3188200275157021389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=3188200275157021389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3188200275157021389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3188200275157021389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/12/serais-ce-possible.html' title='Serais ce possible???'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-5713398151684967634</id><published>2008-12-24T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:50:47.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aip3836VtZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aip3836VtZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On September 3rd 1973, at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, a bluebottle fly capable of 14,670 wing beats a minute landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend's funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one X chromosome, belonging to Raphaël Poulain, made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. Nine months later, Amélie Poulain was born. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-5713398151684967634?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/5713398151684967634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=5713398151684967634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/5713398151684967634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/5713398151684967634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-fabuleux-destin-damlie-poulain.html' title='Le Fabuleux destin d&apos;Amélie Poulain'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-7278525862366244682</id><published>2008-12-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:56:07.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder by Numbers (Cálculo Mortal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYccY467dIs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYccY467dIs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great song and a great movie!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kill - 30 seconds to Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it all off in your face&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? (Oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;What if I fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take all this anymore&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted to fight&lt;br /&gt;Beg for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanted more&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from you (from you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;But nothing seemed to change&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who I really am inside.&lt;br /&gt;Finally found myself&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you.&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-7278525862366244682?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/7278525862366244682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=7278525862366244682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/7278525862366244682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/7278525862366244682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/12/murder-by-numbers-clculo-mortal.html' title='Murder by Numbers (Cálculo Mortal)'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-3956458622894890747</id><published>2008-12-11T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:09:25.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUFzb44cO1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/5vtVfmaD8eM/s1600-h/pin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUFzb44cO1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/5vtVfmaD8eM/s320/pin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278627161217710930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me tranqüiliza&lt;br /&gt;é que tudo o que existe,&lt;br /&gt;existe com uma precisão absoluta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que for do tamanho de uma cabeça de alfinete&lt;br /&gt;não transborda nem uma fração de milímetro&lt;br /&gt;além do tamanho de uma cabeça de alfinete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que existe é de uma grande exatidão.&lt;br /&gt;Pena é que a maior parte do que existe&lt;br /&gt;com essa exatidão&lt;br /&gt;nos é tecnicamente invisível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bom é que a verdade chega a nós&lt;br /&gt;como um sentido secreto das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós terminamos adivinhando, confusos, a perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Clarice Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-3956458622894890747?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/3956458622894890747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=3956458622894890747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3956458622894890747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3956458622894890747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfeio.html' title='A Perfeição'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUFzb44cO1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/5vtVfmaD8eM/s72-c/pin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-9029084434053076011</id><published>2008-12-11T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:01:24.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque há o direito ao grito, então eu grito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUFUmilFPkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T6JuKrH3-XI/s1600-h/freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUFUmilFPkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T6JuKrH3-XI/s320/freedom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278593259349032514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje acordei e me lembrei de mais um texto da Clarice que li em uma exposição temporária sobre ela no museu da Língua Portuguesa, em São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Procurando pelo texto acabei encontrando uma pequena compilação de trechos marcantes de alguns dos mais famosos textos dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não ter sido escrito na íntegra por Clarice Lispector a compilação ficou interessante e por isso resolvi postá-la aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, vou continuar, é exatamente da minha&lt;br /&gt;natureza nunca me sentir ridícula .&lt;br /&gt;Me aventuro sempre, entro em todos os palcos.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos venenos mais lentos,&lt;br /&gt;das bebidas mais fortes, dos cafés mais amargos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos...&lt;br /&gt;Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco&lt;br /&gt;e eu vou dizer: E daí ? Eu adoro voar&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade é pouco, o que eu quero ainda não tem nome!&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, suponho que me entender não é&lt;br /&gt;uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir,&lt;br /&gt;de entrar em contato ... ou toca, ou não toca.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou? Bem, isso já é demais ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-9029084434053076011?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/9029084434053076011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=9029084434053076011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/9029084434053076011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/9029084434053076011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/12/porque-h-o-direito-ao-grito-ento-eu.html' title='Porque há o direito ao grito, então eu grito.'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUFUmilFPkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T6JuKrH3-XI/s72-c/freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-6541987527580577954</id><published>2008-12-02T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:20:19.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vantage Point</title><content type='html'>Uma questão de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ponto de Vista&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_oLgAmTgBs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_oLgAmTgBs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thomas Barnes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why the fuck did you do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angie Jones: &lt;/span&gt;The President of the United States has been shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;President Ashton:&lt;/span&gt; He doesn't even look like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phil McCullough: &lt;/span&gt;Sir, we have to act strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;President Ashton:&lt;/span&gt; No, we have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE &lt;/span&gt;strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enrique:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Surprised to still see me alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayor De Soto: &lt;/span&gt;This is a wonderous day.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, we make history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-6541987527580577954?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/6541987527580577954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=6541987527580577954' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/6541987527580577954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/6541987527580577954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/12/vantage-point.html' title='Vantage Point'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-7630805325919198385</id><published>2008-12-02T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:56:17.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Carolina - É isso ai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ana Carolina. Amor à primeira vista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CjmLI0VyLmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CjmLI0VyLmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É isso aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a gente achou que ia ser&lt;br /&gt;A vida tão simples é boa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Quase sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí&lt;br /&gt;Os passos vão pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém reparou na lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me canso de olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei parar&lt;br /&gt;De te olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; É isso aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Há quem acredite em milagres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Há quem cometa maldades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Há quem não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saiba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dizer a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí&lt;br /&gt;Um vendedor de flores&lt;br /&gt;Ensinar seus filhos a escolher seus amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me canso de olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-7630805325919198385?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/7630805325919198385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=7630805325919198385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/7630805325919198385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/7630805325919198385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/12/ana-carolina-isso-ai.html' title='Ana Carolina - É isso ai!'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-3321908734380852943</id><published>2008-12-01T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:56:18.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams - The Cranberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" height="344" width="425"&gt;Perfect words for an imperfect moment...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/etbzmEk6FTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/etbzmEk6FTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my life is changing everyday&lt;br /&gt;Every possible way&lt;br /&gt;Though my dreams, its never quite as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Never quite as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now I'm feeling it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because it came from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I open up and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The person falling here is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different way to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more, impossible to ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Impossible to ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll come true, impossible not to do&lt;br /&gt;Impossible not to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I tell you openly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You had my heart so don't hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're what I couldn't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me amazing mind&lt;br /&gt;So understanding and so kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my life is changing everyday&lt;br /&gt;Every possible way&lt;br /&gt;Though my dreams, it's never quite as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Because you were a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;Dream to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-3321908734380852943?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/3321908734380852943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=3321908734380852943' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3321908734380852943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3321908734380852943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreams-cranberries.html' title='Dreams - The Cranberries'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-186421982357643153</id><published>2008-12-01T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:49:40.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAY VAQUER - A PONTA DE UM ICEBERG</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNnd5md86FI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNnd5md86FI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromisso poderia ser&lt;/span&gt;, alternativa do que é vivaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas não é o caso&lt;/span&gt;, se foi descaso, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem mentiu&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fazer o suficiente ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por fazer demais&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qual é a medida&lt;/span&gt;, me diga, e quem mediu?&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vil essa dor que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninguém vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anil era a cor que mudou de acordo com o que você sentiu&lt;br /&gt;Indicador, a ponta de um iceberg liquefativo o fato:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você existiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em qualquer conjugação do verbo existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na falta que você me faz do tempo que não volta atrás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-186421982357643153?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/186421982357643153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=186421982357643153' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/186421982357643153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/186421982357643153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/12/jay-vaquer-ponta-de-um-iceberg.html' title='JAY VAQUER - A PONTA DE UM ICEBERG'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-3962856985903304699</id><published>2008-10-25T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:58:31.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caetano Veloso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://notasaocafe.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 525px;" src="http://notasaocafe.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/solidao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oração ao Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És um senhor tão bonito quanto a cara do meu filho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo, vou te fazer um pedido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Compositor de destinos, tambor de todos os ritmos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo entro num acordo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Por seres tão inventivo e pareceres contínuo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo és um dos deuses mais lindos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas ainda mais vivo no som do meu estribilho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo ouve bem o que te digo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te o prazer legítimo e o movimento preciso&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo quando o tempo for propício&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo&lt;br /&gt;De modo que o meu espírito ganhe um brilho definido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo e eu espalhe benefícios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo&lt;br /&gt;O que usaremos pra isso fica guardado em sigilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo apenas contigo e migo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu tiver saído para fora do círculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo não serei nem terás sido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim acredito ser possível reunirmo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo num outro nível de vínculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Portanto peço-te aquilo e te ofereço elogios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo nas rimas do meu estilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Tempo Tempo Tempo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-3962856985903304699?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/3962856985903304699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=3962856985903304699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3962856985903304699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/3962856985903304699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/10/caetano-veloso.html' title='Caetano Veloso'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-5869964173633707190</id><published>2008-10-25T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:45:02.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artur de Sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topnews.in/health/files/loneliness1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 700px; height: 560px;" src="http://www.topnews.in/health/files/loneliness1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lúcia chegou, quando do inverno o tredo&lt;br /&gt;Vento agitava o coqueiral vetusto.&lt;br /&gt;Vinha ofegante, e pálida de susto,&lt;br /&gt;E trêmula de medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Quanto beijo e quanto riso ledo&lt;br /&gt;Deu-me o seu lábio, rúbido e venusto!&lt;br /&gt;Quanto divino sentimento augusto,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto infantil segredo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lúcia partiu...&lt;br /&gt;E aquele riso doce, Lúcia levou!&lt;br /&gt;A casa transformou-se&lt;br /&gt;Num sepulcral degredo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o vento agita o coqueiral vetusto,&lt;br /&gt;Inda a recordo: pálida de susto&lt;br /&gt;E trêmula de medo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-5869964173633707190?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/5869964173633707190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=5869964173633707190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/5869964173633707190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/5869964173633707190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/10/artur-de-sales.html' title='Artur de Sales'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403269112903683803.post-2237526065988286311</id><published>2008-10-25T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:12:29.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eis que'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'>Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eis ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SQNFIqYDdHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vA6AgUIi1x4/s1600-h/clarice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SQNFIqYDdHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vA6AgUIi1x4/s320/clarice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261124804815320178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... que em breve nos separaremos&lt;br /&gt;E a verdade espantada é que eu sempre estive só de ti e não sabia&lt;br /&gt;Eu agora sei, eu sou só&lt;br /&gt;Eu e minha liberdade que não sei usar&lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu assumo a minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;Sou só, e tenho que viver uma certa glória íntima e silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;Guardo teu nome em segredo&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de segredos para viver&lt;br /&gt;E eis que depois de uma tarde de quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;E de acordar a uma hora da madrugada em desespero&lt;br /&gt;Eis que as três horas da madrugada, acordei e me encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao encontro de mim, calma, alegre, plenitude sem fulminação&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente eu sou eu, e você é você&lt;br /&gt;É lindo, é vasto, vai durar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei muito bem o que vou fazer em seguida&lt;br /&gt;Mas, por enquanto, olha pra mim e me ama&lt;br /&gt;Não, tu olhas pra ti e te amas&lt;br /&gt;É o que está certo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou antes, eu sou quase, eu sou nunca&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isso ganhei ao deixar de te amar&lt;br /&gt;Escuta! Eu te deixo ser... Deixa-me ser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403269112903683803-2237526065988286311?l=romulonasc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/feeds/2237526065988286311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7403269112903683803&amp;postID=2237526065988286311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/2237526065988286311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403269112903683803/posts/default/2237526065988286311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romulonasc.blogspot.com/2008/10/clarice-lispector.html' title='Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>Rômulo Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832721251144148694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SUGT_e_GkNI/AAAAAAAAABE/D6MOXDzV2kg/S220/IM000075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0LB1SEnQek/SQNFIqYDdHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vA6AgUIi1x4/s72-c/clarice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
