<?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-216963175248006837</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:00:37.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>velhatirana</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-8748206646136717051</id><published>2009-11-24T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:23:10.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Podem passar horas, dias, semanas..&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que o tempo passe&lt;br /&gt;Sinto ainda borboletas na barriga&lt;br /&gt;ao pensar naqueles dias&lt;br /&gt;Saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembro, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-8748206646136717051?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/8748206646136717051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=8748206646136717051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/8748206646136717051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/8748206646136717051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/11/podem-passar-horas-dias-semanas.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-1492775207941993803</id><published>2009-08-06T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:02:54.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando por aquelas ruas,&lt;br /&gt;Quase não sinto o vento que bate&lt;br /&gt;Nos nossos rostos.&lt;br /&gt;Me perco viajando na imensidão seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Fico distante, de repente meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Param de me sustentar,&lt;br /&gt;Venho agora a voar sobre a cidade,&lt;br /&gt;Admirando toda iluminação que o sol faz&lt;br /&gt;Sobre aquele pequeno bosque,&lt;br /&gt;No meio de todos aqueles prédios.&lt;br /&gt;Luz... uma luz tão alaranjada...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo cada pessoa andando na calçada da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sem expressão, sem espontaneidade, sem sonhos..&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto se o que acontece comigo &lt;br /&gt;É um lindo sonhos..&lt;br /&gt;Ou então minha alma vem a disfrutar&lt;br /&gt;Dos pequenos prazeres que a vida oferce.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se for sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não quero acordar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-1492775207941993803?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/1492775207941993803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=1492775207941993803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1492775207941993803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1492775207941993803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/08/ando-por-aquelas-ruas-quase-nao-sinto-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-4816718878815540679</id><published>2009-07-29T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:15:00.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vivemos num mundo doente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-4816718878815540679?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/4816718878815540679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=4816718878815540679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/4816718878815540679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/4816718878815540679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/07/vivemos-num-mundo-doente.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-352188906153451703</id><published>2009-07-26T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:00:38.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preso</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Há muitas coisas &lt;br /&gt;      Que eu gostaria de lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;             Mas eu perdi meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;                    E eu perdi minhas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muitos lugares&lt;br /&gt;      Que eu gostaria de ir&lt;br /&gt;              Mas eu não consigo achar a chave&lt;br /&gt;                       Para abrir minha porta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-352188906153451703?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/352188906153451703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=352188906153451703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/352188906153451703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/352188906153451703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/07/presa.html' title='Preso'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-5458795016668434849</id><published>2009-07-23T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:54:46.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minhas pernas trêmulas andam por uma vaga estrada, &lt;br /&gt;Que insiste em se movimentar, &lt;br /&gt;Me deixando cair a todo momento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio de frente para a imensidade,&lt;br /&gt;A realidade se torna peculiar,&lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar torna a incompreender esse mundo,&lt;br /&gt;No qual era tão esdrúxulo e insignificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vivo na felicidade e ainda sim na incerteza&lt;br /&gt;De um futuro desconhecido,&lt;br /&gt;A esperança que corre nas minhas veias&lt;br /&gt;É maior que qualquer sentimento que você possa ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, me ajude a levantar dessa estrada,&lt;br /&gt;Segura na minha mão ainda fria,&lt;br /&gt;E tente não solta-la, ou então irei cair.&lt;br /&gt;E pode ser uma queda fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava numa eterna escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;E você chegou brilhante, e tornou tudo claro.&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto, não solte minha mão agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-5458795016668434849?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/5458795016668434849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=5458795016668434849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/5458795016668434849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/5458795016668434849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/07/minhas-pernas-tremulas-andam-por-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-8539799288441267674</id><published>2009-05-07T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:02:37.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aD7xW2lro2o&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/aD7xW2lro2o&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/216963175248006837-8539799288441267674?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/8539799288441267674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=8539799288441267674&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/8539799288441267674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/8539799288441267674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-5578386571647175861</id><published>2009-05-05T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:03:14.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Com lâmpadas em nossas bolsas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nós iluminamos a floresta escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na relva musgosa nós dançaremos até&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que nossos pés se quebrem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nossos dedos do pé se dividem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viajando pelos fluxos nublados de luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tão bonito, me fixo em temor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-5578386571647175861?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/5578386571647175861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=5578386571647175861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/5578386571647175861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/5578386571647175861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/05/longe.html' title='Longe'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-7584530245319609069</id><published>2009-05-03T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:48:28.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maus Tempos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bem, os tempos estão ruins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E você se sente triste o tempo todo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as pessoas riem, te mandando embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E seus pés estão tropeçando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você sempre age como uma velha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que você sabe que isso é difícil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É difícil andar por aí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me sentindo uma palhaça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pessoas que você ama te atacam de cima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E todos que você confia só te vendem mentiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só acredite que tudo ficará bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que você sabe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é difícil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-7584530245319609069?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/7584530245319609069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=7584530245319609069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/7584530245319609069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/7584530245319609069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/05/s.html' title='Maus Tempos'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-4655229511495506443</id><published>2009-04-18T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:23:12.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suposição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tem um montro crescendo em nossas cabeças criado nas coisas ruins que dizemos. Há algo para lembrar, e algo para esquecer. Existe uma montanha maior do que sabíamos, é alta mas é uma visão tão amarga. Algo que nós devíamos saber. Estamos em lados diferentes de uma grande divisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SerDKN_F4jI/AAAAAAAAARI/IDLiv_PDcLo/s320/aaaaa.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326284089639428658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-4655229511495506443?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/4655229511495506443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=4655229511495506443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/4655229511495506443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/4655229511495506443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/04/suposicao.html' title='Suposição'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SerDKN_F4jI/AAAAAAAAARI/IDLiv_PDcLo/s72-c/aaaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-2464268221597821783</id><published>2009-04-13T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:07:27.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sujo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Meu reflexo no espelho não parece comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou a face de vidro nos teus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então poupe suas preces pra quando realmente precisarmos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jogue fora seu juízo, e vôe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-2464268221597821783?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/2464268221597821783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=2464268221597821783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/2464268221597821783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/2464268221597821783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/04/sujo.html' title='Sujo.'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-3888026482498508377</id><published>2009-04-12T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:28:07.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que precisa mudar no Brasil para sua vida melhorar de verdade?</title><content type='html'>   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ecentemente eu recebi uma SMS, me fazendo essa pergunta. (Um programa que a ONU faz todo ano.)&lt;div&gt;Bem, repondi claramente "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com certeza a mudança dos nossos governantes, para que assim proporcionem uma educação melhor no país.&lt;/span&gt;" Entrei no site da &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;época&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;e lá se encontra a matéria sobre esse programa, e justamente são as mesmas palavras. Que a educação precisava ser levada a sério, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas se formos pensar bem, é preciso começar a introduzir educação na educação. Ou seja, desde crianças-bebês, é preciso ter respeito pelas mínimas atitudes. A pessoa ter uma etiqueta, uma consciência social, isso é o BÁSICO. Coisas simples, como dar lugar para velhinhos sentarem, ou gestantes; Cumprimentar pessoas; Não jogar lixo no chão; etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A humanidade é muito egocêntrica, egoísta. Precisamos de EMPATIA, não só neste país, como no mundo. Temos que ter mais consciência das coisas que fazemos, lembramos da lei ação e reação, para todo ato que fazemos há uma consequência. Um exemplo é o lixo na rua, causando poluição, enchentes, etc. Então não adinta nada falar dos governantes, xingar, e ficar de braços cruzados. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A sociedade muda, quando os indivíduos que moram nela mudam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; (frase famosa, mas pouco captada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quando nos tornarmos cidadãos melhores, teremos umas educação melhor, infra-estrutura melhor, saúde, transporte, etc. Consequentemente um Brasil melhor. Precisamos crescer espiritualmente. É um fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só estou muito indignada com esse país. Desculpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-3888026482498508377?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/3888026482498508377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=3888026482498508377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/3888026482498508377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/3888026482498508377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-precisa-mudar-no-brasil-para-sua.html' title='O que precisa mudar no Brasil para sua vida melhorar de verdade?'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-2698192754212616823</id><published>2009-04-12T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:36:39.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao apagar das luzes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SePobIpbvMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zcIjvosKeAk/s1600-h/3438444454_490ba1279f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SePobIpbvMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zcIjvosKeAk/s320/3438444454_490ba1279f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324354737357438146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De repente se ouve um corvo tossindo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São as notícias chegando pra você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você sente a vela estrangeira queimando seus olhos, sua face, e todo seu corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-2698192754212616823?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/2698192754212616823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=2698192754212616823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-1792821366852640253</id><published>2009-04-11T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T05:57:04.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cálice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De vinho tinto de sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como beber dessa bebida amarga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tragar a dor, engolir a labuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesmo calada a boca, resta o peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silêncio na cidade não se escuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De que me vale ser filho da santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melhor seria ser filho da outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outra realidade menos morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanta mentira, tanta força bruta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como é difícil acordar calado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se na calada da noite eu me dano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quero lançar um grito desumano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que é uma maneira de ser escutado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esse silêncio todo me atordoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atordoado eu permaneço atento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na arquibancada pra a qualquer momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ver emergir o monstro da lagoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De muito gorda a porca já não anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De muito usada a faca já não corta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como é difícil, pai, abrir a porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essa palavra presa na garganta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esse pileque homérico no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De que adianta ter boa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesmo calado o peito, resta a cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dos bêbados do centro da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talvez o mundo não seja pequeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nem seja a vida um fato consumado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quero inventar o meu próprio pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quero morrer do meu próprio veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quero perder de vez tua cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minha cabeça perder teu juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quero cheirar fumaça de óleo diesel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me embriagar até que alguém me esqueça"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-1792821366852640253?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/1792821366852640253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=1792821366852640253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1792821366852640253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sob a chave de tua própria vida."&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/216963175248006837-811600844058609261?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/811600844058609261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=811600844058609261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/811600844058609261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/811600844058609261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/04/guarda-teu-amigo-sob-chave-de-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-4021875691285659288</id><published>2009-04-08T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:21:11.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vão embora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Uma noite chuvosa. Vai correndo a água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  em direção a um certo bueiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  de alguma maneira limpando as ruas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  As frutas do quintal já estão todas caídas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  apodrecendo, sadicamente, em direção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  aos grandes homens incoerentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Por conta da ausência, ninguém percebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  mas tudo isso ainda vai tomar um rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  muito diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-4021875691285659288?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/4021875691285659288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=4021875691285659288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/4021875691285659288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/4021875691285659288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-noite-chuvosa.html' title='Vão embora.'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-3876896307178292605</id><published>2009-04-07T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:51:02.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O fútil.</title><content type='html'>O mundo anda um caos, milhares de pessoas estão perdendo empregos no Brasil, tem gente deixando de ganhar dinheiro! O pobre pode parar de comer seu pão com requeijão e presunto, mas a pessoa da classe média não vai deixar de comer. Em vez de consumir menos, o brasileiro ainda está fazendo as mesmas coisas antes da crise. &lt;div&gt;Bem, concluindo, com tanta coisa pra se preocupar atualmente, coisas realmente SÉRIAS, e tem gente fútil preocupada em quem vai ganhar o Big Brother Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-3876896307178292605?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/3876896307178292605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=3876896307178292605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/3876896307178292605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/3876896307178292605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-mundo-anda-um-caos-milhares-de.html' title='O fútil.'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-1542918241575169478</id><published>2009-04-05T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:25:36.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde moramos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zeo6U00rDUs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;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/Zeo6U00rDUs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reflita.&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/216963175248006837-1542918241575169478?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/1542918241575169478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=1542918241575169478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1542918241575169478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1542918241575169478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/04/onde-moramos.html' title='Onde moramos'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-6994550371087162369</id><published>2009-01-21T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:22:16.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdendo o foco.</title><content type='html'>Eu estou no meu último fracasso&lt;div&gt;Eu me matei com mudanças tentando fazer as coisas melhorarem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ainda assim eu acabei me tornando outra coisa do que eu planejei ser. Tudo bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SXemqjDx3fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Yi3DA1gEUQ4/s200/minha+releitura+no+paint.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293883136893115890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-6994550371087162369?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/6994550371087162369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=6994550371087162369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/6994550371087162369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/6994550371087162369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-estou-no-meu-ltimo-fracasso-eu-me.html' title='Perdendo o foco.'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SXemqjDx3fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Yi3DA1gEUQ4/s72-c/minha+releitura+no+paint.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-1549626168654314499</id><published>2009-01-16T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:19:19.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sei porque, mas algumas pessoas tendem a me por pra baixo. Impressionante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-1549626168654314499?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/1549626168654314499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=1549626168654314499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1549626168654314499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1549626168654314499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-sei-porque-mas-algumas-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-3943490398023237061</id><published>2009-01-09T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:09:40.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Estou esperando até não sei quando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque tenho certeza que vai acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo vai rastejando pela vizinhança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matando velhos amigos, acordando bebês como a gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os vizinhos estão acendendo uma fogueira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queimando todos os velhos amigos as bruxas e os&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mentirosos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus olhos estao cobertos pelas mãos de crianças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inqueimaveis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas meu coração ainda assiste pela pele de minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pálpebra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é mais um amante que eu quero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não é um paraíso que estou desejando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tem algum espírito que eu costumava saber,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi afogado pelo rádio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-3943490398023237061?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/3943490398023237061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=3943490398023237061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/3943490398023237061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/3943490398023237061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/01/estou-esperando-at-no-sei-quando-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-1270374163707102914</id><published>2009-01-06T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:38:50.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo bem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eu li a contagem de corpos do papel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora está escrito em todo meu rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém planeja dormir na sarjeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas às vezes é simplesmente o lugar mais confortável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que eu não pareça muito ingrata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o que a história deu ao homem moderno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um telefone para falar com estranhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Metralhadoras e lentes de câmeras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sol veio sem nenhuma conclusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flores dormindo em suas camas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O cemitério da cidade está zumbindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estou bem acordada, é manhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-1270374163707102914?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/1270374163707102914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=1270374163707102914&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1270374163707102914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1270374163707102914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/01/tudo-bem.html' title='Tudo bem..'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-4276927642050565497</id><published>2009-01-05T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:05:53.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pateta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Acho que existe uma lição a ser aprendida, como se eu não a tivesse aprendido antes. Eu tentei de verdade mante-la dentro de mim, mas eu já não consigo mais, cometo erros todos os dias e aprendo com eles também. Mantenha aqueles que você ama o mais longe de você, e tente tomar conta deles também. É só o sentimento que eu tenho, e não o que eu acho que deveria fazer. Arrancarei meu coração, e darei a você, e você fará mais uso do seu também. Então, olhe o que eu fiz por você, estou muito cansada pra ir pra casa, e estou muito perdida, e sozinha. Eu me olhei no espelho da parte de trás da sua porta e toda minha fraqueza apareceu. Tem uma bomba prestes a explodir no jardim da casa, enquanto nós trabalhamos duro pra manter as ervas daninhas longe. Sobre o que eu falava mesmo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-4276927642050565497?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/4276927642050565497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=4276927642050565497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/4276927642050565497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/4276927642050565497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/01/acho-que-existe-uma-lio-ser-aprendida.html' title='Pateta'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-4733060399880993316</id><published>2009-01-03T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:46:31.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que você sabe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Se você quer ser meu amigo, você quer que a gente se entenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por favor, não espere que eu resolva isso e mantenha lá a observação que eu estou fazendo poderia ser facilmente entendida como um comportamento cínico, mas um de nós não leu direito. E o que você sabe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um amigo não é um meio que você usa para chegar a algum lugar, de algum modo eu não notei, amizade é um fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que ninguém me contou que durante a história as pessoas mais solitárias foram aquelas que sempre falaram a verdade, aquelas que fizeram a diferença ao confrontar a indiferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acho que cabe a mim agora. Eu devo correr o risco ou só sorrir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-4733060399880993316?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/4733060399880993316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=4733060399880993316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/4733060399880993316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/4733060399880993316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-que-voc-sabe_9375.html' title='O que você sabe?'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-1546330730010527151</id><published>2009-01-03T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:30:47.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Se você quer ser meu amigo, você quer que a gente se entenda. Por favor, não espere que eu resolva isso e mantenha lá a observação que eu estou fazendo poderia ser facilmente entendida como um comportamento cínico, mas um de nós não leu direito. E o que você sabe? Um amigo não é um meio que você usa para chegar a algum lugar, de algum modo eu não notei, amizade é um fim. Por que ninguém me contou que durante a história as pessoas mais solitárias foram aquelas que sempre falaram a verdade, aquelas que fizeram a diferença ao confrontar a indiferença. Eu acho que cabe a mim agora. Eu devo correr o risco ou só sorrir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-1546330730010527151?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/1546330730010527151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=1546330730010527151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1546330730010527151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/1546330730010527151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-voce-quer-ser-meu-amigo-voce-quer.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-6862697230244789713</id><published>2009-01-03T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:43:04.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz</title><content type='html'>Tenho estado todas as noites em condução&lt;div&gt;Um banho de luz fluorescente de uma estação de gás ocidental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou subsistente em uma fração, e fecho meus olhos e finjo viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou de férias, mas o sangramento através de luzes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é toda verde azulada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá se vai minha imaginação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em minha volta enche-se de pavor, será que todas minhas plantas estão mortas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu ser é insignificante para o mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu digo que eu estava bem, mas não posso reprimir um suspiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu acho que eu vou, pois estou prestes a sair correndo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo o assunto vagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em um mundo de faz de conta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fala-se muito, mas você não pode ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Importa mais para você que para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-6862697230244789713?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/6862697230244789713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=6862697230244789713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/6862697230244789713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/6862697230244789713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/01/tenho-estado-todas-as-noites-em-conduo.html' title='Luz'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-514299881507473888</id><published>2009-01-01T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:34:03.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When routine bites hard and ambitions are low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and resentment rides high but emotions won't grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we're changing our ways, taking different roads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then love, love will tear us apart again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, love will tear us apart again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But love, love will tear us apart again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, love will tear us apart again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just that something so good just can't function no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when love, love will tear us apart again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, love will tear us apart again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-514299881507473888?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/514299881507473888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=514299881507473888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/514299881507473888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/514299881507473888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-routine-bites-hard-and-ambitions.html' title='Música'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-2722481129882567110</id><published>2008-12-31T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:53:37.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O autógrafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SVwgrZDBimI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T0ben0LkXDA/s1600-h/autografo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SVwgrZDBimI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T0ben0LkXDA/s400/autografo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286135992456153698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podia fechar o ano de 2008 melhor que ganhar um autógrafo do T.R Knight? Meu deus, nunca imaginava ter um autógrafo do autor que interpreta o George de Grey's Anatomy! Queria muito agradacer a Rafaela. Rafa,  só o fato de você ter lembrado de mim naquela hora já valeu muito, eu adorei a surpresa, brigada mesmo! Pode ter certeza que o autógrafo já está exposto em tudo quanto é lugar. No meu quarto, no orkut, aqui, etc. Faço questão de mostrar pra todo mundo haha Pois fiquei bem feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, é quase 2009, bom ano a todos. Que 2009 seja bem melhor que 2008. Mais tarde crio um texto pro ano que passou. Beijos, tchau pra vocês.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-2722481129882567110?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/2722481129882567110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=2722481129882567110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/2722481129882567110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/2722481129882567110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-autgrafo.html' title='O autógrafo'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SVwgrZDBimI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T0ben0LkXDA/s72-c/autografo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-4316579679191159398</id><published>2008-12-31T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:17:30.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer coisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f37f4beb342c687d" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-3190989599256145758</id><published>2008-12-29T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:04:46.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias lascada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a8373155abae404b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Saudades de ver cirurgias, sangue, Derek abrindo crânio, etc. Tenho que baixar uns episódios de samantha who, mas tenho tanta preguiça. É divertido. haha mas enfim, dia de sol. Sol é tão lindo. As galinhas estão correndo de um lado pra outro. As pessoas amam tanto praia. Que viagem, ficar duas, ou três horas torrando no sol, tendo que aturar vendedor ambulante na tua frente vendendo rede, ou vestidinhos, ou então aqueles hippies vendendo brinco. É tudo bem, entendo que eles ganham a vida assim, mas é que enchem o saco, ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto as minhas férias.. relativamente chatas. Bem, já não esperava um super divertimento. Supero! Tchau pra vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-3190989599256145758?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a8373155abae404b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/3190989599256145758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=3190989599256145758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/3190989599256145758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/3190989599256145758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2008/12/frias-lascada.html' title='Férias lascada!'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216963175248006837.post-5426439674365868438</id><published>2008-12-28T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:28:23.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insônia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ser humano devia ter um botãozinho de desligar. Meu Deus, alguém me dê algo pra cair na cama e dormir até 8h da manhã? Tenho compromisso! Penso demais, cansei disso. Tenso! Prefiro morrer a ter que ouvir todos dizendo que tenho que fazer isso, ou aquilo. Toda vez que começo a fazer algo importante, começam a me botar pra baixo. Esse som de negatividade não dá certo. Cada vez mais eu sinto rejeição das pessoas, provavelmente o problema sou eu. Mas eu tento ser uma pessoa melhor, tento ser mais disposta. Mas muitas vezes eu não vejo motivação pra isso. Sempre me pergunto: De que adianta? Porque sempre dá na mesma. Sempre vou ser a inutil da família, ou então ovelha negra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que as coisas no próximo ano melhorem muito. Porque a criançinha aqui cresceu, e tem que ir à luta pra conseguir as coisas, sem depender dos outros (pais). Tudo vai ser diferente. Chega de ficar em casa com depressão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216963175248006837-5426439674365868438?l=velhatirana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/feeds/5426439674365868438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216963175248006837&amp;postID=5426439674365868438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/5426439674365868438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216963175248006837/posts/default/5426439674365868438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhatirana.blogspot.com/2008/12/insnia.html' title='Insônia'/><author><name>Priscila Jacques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385591786629412482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3xeJzuxil8/SlqXCSc8hOI/AAAAAAAAATw/bWdDceiP8c8/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-02-2009+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
